Manufacturing and Seeing Through Them

"W-What did you just say...?" Bolrorg said with a stunned expression.

Staring at the blacksmith's reaction, blankly answered with his cold voice.

"What, you find it surprising, Bolrorg?" Danzel walked passed him and stared at the forge.

"Tell me, how many blacksmiths are here, in Vashara?"

Bolrorg frowned at this question.

"I am the only smith of this village...while I have a few apprentices. For the work you all looking for, I am the only one."

Nodding at his answer, Danzel pushed his hand inside the "hot" stones as if the flesh-melting heat was nothing to him.

Which stunned Bolrorg as he knew best what the heat in his smith was capable of.

"That's right, there is only one smith. And 500 of my creations are unequipped with neither weapon nor armor. And those numbers will only increase by the day, Bolrorg." Danzel said as he clenched his hand inside the forge and guided his mana into his arm.