Capítulo 685: Chapter 35 Blacksmith_4

Shaun hurriedly brought the paper and pen to his father-in-law, Winters. On his desk lay a thick stack of parchment, covered with handwriting. There were also many sketches and crumpled draft papers.

"You go to Forging Village and call Gangchalov over for me," the old man scrawled messily on the paper. "He led the crew that dug the slanted shaft back then, he knows the workings of the mine vein best!"

Shaun's body trembled, and he swallowed before saying in a low voice, "Old Gangchalov is dead. He died the year before last."

Old Poltan's pen paused, and he asked blankly, "How did he die?"

"Of old age," Shaun ventured. "The year before last, Mary and I told you, it was the day before Ascension Day. At that time, you were writing your book and didn't want us to disturb you..."

"What about Paulo? Paulo Vinius?" Old Poltan's lips trembled as he asked, "Is he still alive?"

"Old Mr. Vinius also died, drunk to death," Shaun answered. "His Forge is now run by his youngest son."