Reincarnation Of Audemars

In order to humiliate these idiotic Romulus and Quentin, I made a pained expression when I dragged the 60-pound hammer across the floor and when everyone saw what was happening, they all laughed and the loudest was from the two blacksmiths.

"HAHA HAHA HAHA... you seem to be constipated, kid. Nah... Take this hammer instead and starts hammering. We have all day because this shop belongs to us already..." Quentin laughed the hardest when he handed me a ball pein hammer that merely weighs just under 3 pounds.

I huffed and puffed when I worked the bellows and the moment I did that, Blake realised I was putting a show and he took his apron to cover his face as he smiled and sniggered. After he had satisfied snickering, he let his apron down and pretend to rub his temples and shook his head from side to side.

The crowd had formed almost to a hundred men and they were laughing when they saw and realised what had happened. Some gave up watching since they thought that I was done for and would have to leave town in shame afterwards. The men who recognised me and watched intently, arms folded across their chest and watched with bated breaths.

I acted as if the heat from the furnace was unbearable and picked the pieces of iron ores while shielding my face from the heat. It was all in pretence and when I carried the hammer, again I pretended it was too heavy for me to lift. In fact, it was an ideal weight after all.

*Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! *

The three iron ores were dancing on the anvil as I hammered and hummed a tune as well right after I had controlled my breathing and transfer all the heat into my right arm.

The moment the 2 men heard the perfect hammering sounds and watched that the 3 pieces of iron ores were not even dancing about but stayed in their positions after each hammering, they looked in surprise and in silence. "This kid can sure hammer..."

*Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink! Tink!*

*Tink! WE! Tink! WILL! Tink! WE! Tink! WILL! Tink! ROCK Tink! YOU!*

The apprentices of Blake's knew what I was humming and suddenly every hammering of mine was followed by a rhythmic sound and music as the apprentices started to sing along my humming. It started soft but worked into a fervour soon after.

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*Stomp Stomp Clap* Stomp Stomp Clap*

We will, we will, rock you

We will, we will, rock you

Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise

Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace

Kicking your can all over the place, singin'

We will, we will, rock you

We will, we will, rock you

Buddy, you're a young man, hard man

Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday

You got blood on your face, you big disgrace

Waving your banner all over the place

We will, we will, rock you, sing it!

We will, we will, rock you, yeah

Buddy, you're an old man, poor man

Pleading with your eyes, gonna get you some peace someday

You got mud on your face, big disgrace

Somebody better put you back into your place, do it!

....

The apprentices stomped on the floor twice and clapped their hands once to the rhythm of my hammering as they sang the song that I hummed and repeated it twice. This worked up the crowd of men outside and they all followed with the stomping and clapping and even Fabrigas were tapping his feet away.

"DIE LAH NOW... WE KENA PLAYOUT BIG TIME..." hollered Quentin as he watched me hammered each piece with precision. He can work with two pieces but three pieces need years of practice. Furthermore, he noticed that the iron pieces even though it jumped up after being hammered but it stayed in place when the hammer was brought down again.

"WHAT THE FUCK XIA... THEN HOW? XIA LA... DAMN CHIALAT ALREADY..." cried Quentin as he knew that they were done for. The young man that looked amateurish had trouble pumping the bellows and carrying the hammer is now hammering using the 60 pounders like it was a 15 pounder one.

"YOUR FAULT LA, KNN...I SHOULDN'T HAVE LISTENED TO YOU..." cried Quentin as for right now, they somehow knew the tables were turned against them. The young man in front of them could easily make a Level 3 and even though its a marginal difference, but its a major win for the young man and Blake.

After 450 of constant hammering I put down the hammer and I used a tong to throw the iron piece into the bucket of water where it made a sharp whistle unlike the one made by the earlier piece. The water on the bucket suddenly bubbled over and when it's finally settled down, the neutral person judging this bet whose name is Fabrigas, reached in and took out the piece.

The crowd inched forward to hear the ultimate decisive final say from this Fabrigas guy when he suddenly remarked, "Kid, are you kidding me? I have my say but let this two men take a look at your work." and tossed the warm piece of the iron ingot to Quentin.

When the piece landed in his palms, he can't help but cried out like a baby and passed the piece to Romulus who received it with trembling hands. "IT CANNOT BE TRUE..." and collapsed to the ground and buried his face in his hands. If he could at that precise moment, he would dig a hole and bury himself there and then.

Blake took the piece from Romulus that had fallen from his hands and when he held it, he too felt a tremble from his hands down to his feet and looked at the piece with mouth wide open.

Blake looked at the piece, then looked at me and then to Fabridies and back again to the piece in his hands. "ARE YOU A DEMIGOD?" Blake asked as I took the piece from Blake's hands and passed it to Fabrigas and I simply said, "Please, you may state your verdict now, Mister Fabrigas..."

"This piece here can only be forged by someone who has attained many years of training. And this piece here is something that I even myself has not seen for a very long time in my whole life. I myself was an apprentice to a Forge Master before, but this piece... IS A LEVEL 10 IRON INGOT... I repeat myself again, a LEVEL 10 IRON INGOT. Can you men outside repeat what I had just said? "

"LEVEL 10 IRON INGOT..." choruses everyone and finally the decisive mention had been announced as Fabrigas spoke up, "WE HAVE A WINNER... Please pay up 10 million credits to this young man, and young man, please produce the 750 pieces of weapons that you had mentioned earlier that is inside your storage bags."

"Quick... I need to rush back to my other novel. The MC and my daughter is waiting for me back home. I need to get back and straighten out that situation as well. If I need anything I would be looking for you here in this smithy." Fabrigas said hurriedly as I swooped my hand aside and produced 250 Level 4 iron battle-axes, two-handed Broadsword and Assassin's compact crossbow.

"Now gentlemen, this young man has defeated you not one fold, not two-fold but actually five folds. Pay up the 10 million credits now or I will get the jailer to place you in jail for inciting the mass for a wrong reason and this would set you back 10 to 20 years in prison." Fabrigas commanded as Quentin and Romulus had no choice but produce 5 million credits each and transfer it to me.

"Boo Hoo Hoo... How are we going to face the public now? We lost... For the first time... To a kid... Here in our own... backyard... Boo Hoo Hoo..." cried Quentin with snot literally dangling from his nostril. Romulus had a scrawny alley cat on his face that had caught his tongue and he can't peel the cat away. His eyes were like a burst tap and streams were flowing down his face.

Not only they had lost, but they also had lost their respect and reputation and definitely, they had lost the trust from the would-be customers that were watching at the storefront.

Talk about these two failed Blacksmith will be like wildfire and it will not only spread within Ingmery but also to the 80+ towns around Ingmery as well.

"I believe this is mine," I said as I pocketed the Level 10 iron ingot inside my pocket and I spoke to Blake and said "And I believe this is yours." as I handed him 7.5 million credits. "Where's Bruce, the bowsmith?" and when Bruce appeared I passed him 2.5 million credits for his Assassin's Compact Crossbow.

"This is too...ouch...!" I cut off Bruce's statement by putting my finger to my lips and kicked his shin to shut him up. When I looked for Fabrigas, he had silently slithered away into the crowd and out in his way back to his other novel.

I saw men outside changing credits into those who had believed in me and I clasped my hands to my chest as a sign of appreciation. Romulus and Quentin dragged themselves out and when they were a short distance away, the crowd pelted the duo with rotten tomatoes and rocks even as each of them made their way to the Northern and Southern District.

They are going to be licking their wounds right until their two feet were in a graveyard. "Audemars, the Assassin's crossbow doesn't cost this much...its only 5000 credits and 250 pieces would only cost 1.25 million credits. There's an excess of 1.25 million credits." Bruce finally said when the men had dispersed from the store and only left Blake, him and me.

The children, Patricia, Prius and Rebecca came in a short while later when they finally are able to enter the store when the crowd had totally dispersed.

"Keep the balance, Bruce. Just hand me 40% based on the actual selling price." and Blake also added by saying about his weapons, "Audemars, both my weapons cost 6k and 7k respectively. It only adds up to 3,506,000 credits and I have an excess of 3,994,000 credits. This is way too much already..."

"Same goes to you Blake, keep the balance and just hand me the 40% based on your selling price back to me. Both of you just hand the money in to Patricia. Today, we had cleared 10 million credits in sales and excess profits for both stores." I simply said and when everyone heard that both stores had gotten a sum of 10 million credits, blood seems to flow from their nose and ears since to earn even a 10k credits would take close to a year or even two years of saving.

"10 million credits? How many zeros are there?" asked Kayla when she heard that her Daddy could achieve such a feat by the time he left the house without any lunch and by the time everyone managed to enter the store.

Patricia's interface rang when she received 6 million credits from Blake and 1.5 million from Bruce. Since these men did not fork out a single credit for these investments, they decided to transfer the funds and felt right if they exceed the agreed amount to us.

"There's a little something for your children, Audemars. Please accept the extras. Without you, House of Keating, we would be living off the streets right now." Bruce said as he made his final decision on handing us the extras.

"Not only you had saved our business, but you had saved us from the brink of despair and depression. We and our families are forever indebted to you," added Blake and Bruce nodded in agreement.

"Daddy...You're the BEST IN THE WORLD, isn't that right, Mummy?" exclaimed Kayla as she looked and tugged at Patricia's sleeve who had just received 7.5 million credits inside the account of hers as she was too shocked to even blink or even say anything to her husband and the children.