Reincarnation Of Audemars

"As a matter of fact, he did get it from me. I may not be much to look at right now but I am also a Blacksmith just like Blake and the both of you. So if the both of you wanted to have a live demonstration, then let your F A T H E R demonstrate it to you free of charge. But there's a small condition."

"HAH... You really have a BIG mouth for a small puny body of yours. YOU could produce Level 4 iron pieces? You must be kidding us right now, am I right?" it was Romulus turn to jab his fingers at my chest that was adorned with my Level 4 Iron Mesh Reinforced Studded Leather Armour. When his fingers jabbed at me, his scowl on his face disappeared just like Quentin before.

He too was unable to distinguish the type of armour I was wearing as it looked like a simple, cheap studded leather armour. "So what if you said you could produce Level 4 iron ingots? TALK is cheap, little man," said Romulus and Quentin whispered something in his ears that no one could hear.

"You look like in your early twenties. Do you know how long a person needs to keep on forging to upgrade from Level 1 to Level 2? You said you could do a Level 4 and each level takes up at least 5 to 8 years of his life. Don't tell me your MOMMA lets you handle a hammer when you are a newborn baby?" Quentin mocked me but when he mocked my mother... This is another level of disrespect and this means W-A-R...!!!

I acted cool and reasonable and tried to act as rational as I could. I took off my body armour and my leather pauldron and removed my mesh iron tunic as well. I don't want them to realise I was wearing armour from head to toe except for my boxers. Hah hah hah...

"So do you want to listen to my condition or you still wanted to continue yapping like puppies in a cage? All bark and no bite?" I said as I took a leather apron and put on my shirtless body. My chest and arms muscles did ripple a bit since I had worked out for quite some time in the Blacksmithing Zone of the Realm of Mind.

"You still are a strong-headed, stubborn little kid. How do we know you even from the House of Keating? For all, we know there's only Prius and the sweet ass Patricia. Alright, quit playing with us. Either you or Blake tells us where you get those Level 4 Iron pieces or we going to LEVEL this store down... " mocked Romulus since he thought that I am going to be a little pushover for these two idiots.

"I am sure a stubborn little kid. Look, if I can't produce a Level 2 iron piece after this, I'm gladly going to hand over the store to you and I will give you 10 million credits as well. How about that?" I said as I withdrew my coin pouch that had a little more than 10 million credits and showed it to them.

I juggled the coin pouch and the two men knew automatically that the pouch does contain the said amount. Their eyes were like crazed wolves as they watched the pouch like they were watching rabbit meat that was being juggled in my hands.

I stopped juggling the pouch and asked them, "What if I could make a Level 2 or 3 or even Level 6 iron piece? What could you offer me?" I asked but the two men hardly answer me but stared intently at the pouch.

"HOY... listen to YOUR FATHER speaks when he talks. YOUR FATHER asked you again, what would you offer if YOUR FATHER could produce Level 2 or 3 or even Level 6 Iron piece?" the crowd that had gathered outside Blake's was getting larger and rowdier as some were placing bets if I could or could not even process a higher grade level of iron pieces after this.

"HAH... If you could make a higher grade iron than me, I will buy the whole store's worth of goods. Come at me and try me, kid." Romulus pushed me aside as he walked to the furnace and picked an iron ore and threw it in the furnace.

"Are you sure you are going to buy everything in this store which includes the one in my storage as well? There's 250 battle axes, two-handed Broadsword and also an Assassin's compact crossbow. All these alone would set you back 7.5 million credits and the whole weapons in this store would cost another 2.5 million and that would be 10 million credits.

"Come at me and try me, old man... Nyeh Nyeh Nyeh..." I said and somehow I don't know what's up with these men. They seemed that money is nothing to them or just greed in levelling their competition. Like what my mother used to say, EGO will blind a man...

"Ten million credits is nothing for me, kid. I accept your challenge, you stupid snobbish sonofabitch. Let YOUR FATHER show you how to forge... Go sit there in the corner and suck your thumb. Let the expert show you how it's done and by that time, this Blacksmith is DONE... HAHAHA HAHAHA HAHAHA..." Romulus said as he started the bellows and pumped until the coals turned to bright red.

He picked up the piece of iron ore and placed it on the anvil. He then took a 45-pound hammer, hoisted up on his shoulder and flex his arms as he showed the massive bulging muscles in his left biceps and he kissed both of them before he started hammering.

*Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Piak!*

*Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Piak!*

The hammering made sparks flew as if the day was ablaze with fireworks within the store.

I was eating a packet of cheese flavoured Cheetos on the floor when I heard a *Piak* sound. Don't tell me the idiot who was hammering was grinding his hips at the anvil after every 5 hammerings. When I heard peals of laughter from the outside, I can't help to peer from Blake's side and saw the idiot was hammering and at the same time slapping his butt.

"DAFUQ... this idiot was trying to mock the House of Keating and the Blacksmith store or what?" I thought to myself as I peered as when he slapped his butt, it seemed to jiggle a bit. Blake who was sitting in his chair can't help but frown and rubbed his temples at the thought of the humiliation that he had to face right now.

Not only the *Piak* sounds reminded him of his nocturnal throes with his missus, but he is also in favour of round, firm butts. Seems that years of forging sure develops strong butts after all.

I can't be bothered and continue eating my chips and once I was done, I ate another one called Nova, a lightly spiced corn chips and I munched through the rhythm of the hammering except for the *Piak* part.

"Ssiizzllee... Sspplluutteerr..." the ready iron ingot was thrown into a bucket of water and Romulus wiped away his sweat and asked someone from the crowd who knew about metallurgy to inspect the iron ingot that he had produced.

Suddenly a character from other novel peeked in and said he was also had a bit of knowledge on these pieces. His name was Fabrigas or something like that and he held the warm iron ingot piece in his hand and said, "This is clearly a Level 2 iron piece and is close to Level 3 in a few months time."

When the crowd heard it, they can't help but cheered and clapped loudly. Now, it is my turn as I walked over and I threw not one, not two but three pieces of iron ores inside the furnace. When I threw the three pieces of iron ores, I heard that I was a big show-off and is going to bring Blake shop down.

Some of the men started to argue while they were being argued back. Those who were supporting me can be counted less than 2 hands. (Its a quote saying that it got less than 10 supporters, my dear readers)

I raised my hands to grab everyone's attention after I threw the iron ores on the furnace. "Sir Fabrigas, we had made a bet earlier, if I can't top what he had made, this store would belong to these duos here plus 10 million credits in my pouch. However, if I can top that, they will buy all the weapons here including the ones inside my storage for 10 million credits. Is that right, Romulus and Quentin?"

"Yeah, that's right kid. Now just admit defeat, throwing 3 pieces of iron ores into the furnace doesn't mean a thing. Come on... Just throw in the towel. You don't have to do anything. Just hand over the shop to us." said Quentin in an intimidating tone and was stopped by Fabrigas as he said, "This bet is fair if he cannot beat you, this store belongs to you guys plus 10 million credits. If he can be better, produce a Level 3 iron ingot, then this bet is won by him."

"Get ready kid... We are all waiting here," said Fabrigas in a gentle voice. And so I asked Blake to pass me the heaviest hammer he got and he reached for the 60 pounders and carried it over to me.