Chapitre 392: Arad Can't Forge

CLANG! CLANG! Mira swung her hammer down, molding the steel with sweat dripping from her forehead. Each hit boomed across the forge alongside a streak of red hot sparks.

"Arad, did you call me?" Jack rushed in, running after a massive black rat.

Arad smiled, waving his hand, "It didn't take you long," He crouched down, extending his hand to the rat.

Squeeze. The rat squealed, running up Arad's arm and resting on his shoulder.

"Thanks to that little guy," Jack walked forward, resting on the nearest chair. "So, what did you need?"

Arad extended his hand to his stomach. He pulled out a tiny slice of cheese that he took from the castle's food storage and handed it to the rat.

The rat stared at the cheese, confused for a second before grabbing it and starting to eat. For a second, Arad realized this rat didn't know cheese could be eaten, and needed time to think about it.