chsdbacks Chapter 7 Change, Assassination? Open Killing?
Chapter 7 Change, Assassination? Open Killing?
In the Lower District, in Tiezhen Lane, there is the Big Blacksmith's Shop.
The familiar sound of hammering metal emanated from the simple blacksmith shop, attracting neighbors to stand at the door and watch.
After a few days, is this still the same middle-aged blacksmith from before?
He was handsome, but a golden vertical line appeared between his eyebrows, and his hair and eyes had changed to those of an ancient god.
His tall figure revealed smooth, muscular muscles, and the sweat that seeped out made his fair skin appear even more radiant, as if it had been coated with a layer of bright gold oil, and all the old scars had disappeared.
"Stop looking, it's me!"
Isaac looked helpless and snapped at them.
The neighbors remained unmoved. They had known for years that Isaac was good-natured and rarely got angry, except for one time when two Sandwalkers, drunk, came to the blacksmith's shop and caused trouble. After being beaten up by the big blacksmith, they behaved themselves.
"Isaac, you're the Son of the Sun now, why are you back to being a blacksmith? We thought you'd go live in the Upper City."
An old man who was on good terms with Isaac asked him directly; he was the owner of a nearby tavern.
"I paid a year's rent to the city hall, and there's still more than half a year left. It's not a small amount of money."
Isaac gave a vague answer; he couldn't very well tell them he hadn't found another job yet.
As for the shop rent for more than half a year, it's only 5 gold coins. If you find a suitable way, it's gone.
The neighbors lingered at the blacksmith's shop for a while before dispersing, leaving behind a few young girls just beginning to experience romantic feelings, who almost drooled over his strong physique.
Ever since his encounter with the stunningly beautiful Tessa, Isaac has lost all interest in these ordinary-looking girls, ignoring their flirtatious expressions and focusing on forging weapons and shields.
To be honest, his scimitar hadn't been repaired yet, and it was severely damaged after the duel. Isaac planned to melt it down and forge a new one.
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After two days, Isaac finally finished processing all the backlog of orders.
There is another piece of news that is hard to say whether it is good or bad: since he won the title of Son of the Sun, his fame has soared and he is known throughout the entire city-state.
As a result, Isaac's orders surged, and within a single day, many Sandwalkers came to him seeking weapons.
At first, Isaac was very happy to receive so many orders. He collected a lot of gold coins just from the deposits. After all, the cost of crafting an ordinary weapon was quite high, ranging from 3 to 6 silver coins, depending on the size of the weapon and the materials used.
But when the number of orders exceeded 20 in one morning, Isaac sensed something was wrong; at this rate, he wouldn't need to rest anymore.
After all, as a craftsman, adhering to the spirit of craftsmanship and striving for excellence, he can only forge two or three weapons in a morning, and five or six in a day. If it is a shield, it will be even more complicated.
Seeing another Sandwalker enter, carrying his own weapons and materials which he was about to put down, Isaac immediately raised his hand to stop him.
"Hey buddy, my order is booked a month in advance. Come back in a month!"
"what?"
The young sandwalker was somewhat taken aback and could only take the materials and turn to leave.
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Concentrating on forging the weapon, time flew by, and the sun set, bringing night.
Isaac calculated that, based on the current orders, he could earn 1 gold coin a day, which would be 7 a week. This weekly wage was much more worthwhile than working as a guard for nobles.
A normal guard earns at most 1.5 gold coins per week. Even with the title of Son of the Sun, it's only three times that, 4.5 gold coins, which is much less than the blacksmith's income, although it's easier.
"No, I can only work until the end of this year at the latest. After the Midwinter Festival, I will have to find another way to make a living."
Even if you can earn 360 gold coins a year, what good is it? Even if you don't eat or spend for three years, it won't be enough to buy Tessa's shop in the Upper City. If that's the case, you might as well just live off a woman.
As Isaac pondered, he sharpened the blade of his scimitar. This was a new weapon forged specifically for him, made of better materials and heavier in weight.
Isaac picked up his scimitar and slashed a few times, quite satisfied with the feel of it.
Suddenly feeling curious, he opened his golden pupils between his brows and stared at the newly forged scimitar.
【Name】Scichler Heavy Scimitar
[Quality] Excellent
[Details] Forged repeatedly with gray tungsten steel, it is hard and not easy to wear. It is 83 cm long, with a blade length of 62 cm and a 21 cm handle guard. It weighs 14.6 pounds.
(Ps. 1 pound ≈ 0.9 jin)
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"That's so true to me!"
Isaac set the scimitar aside, preparing to make a scabbard, wondering when he could finally let it see blood.
It was already dark, and the temperature had dropped considerably at night. The blacksmith, standing next to the forge, didn't feel cold. He was preparing to close the shop and rest. He lived in the house in the backyard of the blacksmith's shop.
There were few pedestrians outside the alley, and when a few abrupt footsteps approached, Isaac thought that guests had arrived.
"Our order book is full. Please come back in a month."
When he saw the figure at the door, Isaac's expression turned serious, and he paused for a moment.
Seven or eight burly men dressed in black robes appeared, carrying short swords and axes, their menacing expressions suggesting they were not guests.
"Kill him!!"
One of the underlings roared and charged forward, shield and short sword in hand, followed by the rest of his men.
"Damn it! Who are you?"
Isaac picked up the heavy scimitar beside him. Since he didn't have a suitable shield, he simply picked up the hammer from the forge.
The junior leader was the fiercest and most clever; seeing the opponent swing his curved blade, he quickly ducked behind his shield.
boom!
The heavy scimitar shattered the shield with a single blow, and the immense force threw him to the ground, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder that caused him to scream in agony.
"Good heavens! Don't they know I'm the Son of the Sun?"
With a hammer in one hand and a scimitar in the other, Isaac didn't need to face too many enemies in the cramped blacksmith shop; he only needed to deal with the attacks of two or three.
The divine golden eye between his brows had opened, and his gaze could easily capture the other person's movements. The blood in his body began to boil, and his body temperature slowly rose.
[A surge of action]
The attack was so fast that it left several afterimages. In just a few seconds, four or five people fell, their blood spurting out and staining the shop floor red.
The heavy scimitar's attack power was fully demonstrated. After it swept past, several severed limbs and half a head appeared on the ground.
Taking two steps back to ease the soreness and numbness in his arm muscles, the three enemies still standing there were somewhat at a loss, intimidated by the opponent's fierce fighting spirit.
The three men in black robes exchanged a terrified glance and, with perfect coordination, rushed out the door. Isaac, without hesitation, threw down his hammer, grabbed his scimitar, and gave chase.
A little over a minute later, Isaac dragged three mangled corpses to the blacksmith's shop entrance. He had a deep, bone-revealing axe wound on his arm, a near-death blow from a burly man, but the wound had stopped bleeding.
"Who is it? It's only been a few days, and the Lancaras family has already lost patience?"
"Could it be someone sent by the Rachel family?"
Isaac suspected that his affair with the noblewoman Tessa might have been exposed, and that her family might be sending people to retaliate.
"Don't these people carry any money with them when they go on missions?"
They searched through the eight corpses but found no gold coins, not even a single copper coin. However, they did discover their matching tattoos.
Several corpses had a black fist tattoo on their left chest, making their identities obvious.
"The Brotherhood of Black Boxing!"
Isaac's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he wiped the blood off his scimitar and hammer with his black robe. This brotherhood was a medium-sized underground gang based in the slums, with no more than 100 members.
Assassination missions are tasks carried out only by core members of the gang. Each gang has thugs and assassins with different roles, as well as some who are responsible for collecting protection money.
In other words, eight assassins from the Black Boxing Brotherhood died at their hands tonight.
"I'll see who's trying to kill me!"