Jacob’s Plan

Jacob didn't have to wander around for long before he came in front of a small store with a femerell which was quite unusual in this town.

There was a small name board on the wooden door, 'Isaac Smithery'.

Jacob entered the smithery and felt the high temperature inside, unfazed by it, his eyes landed on the weapon display, where all kinds of cold weapons were shown.

"Welcome to my humble establishment, dear customer." A polite, firm voice sounded from the side.

Jacob looked over and saw a burly man with a long beard. He was Isaac, the blacksmith, and owner of this smithery.

Jacob nodded in greeting and directly stated his request, "I want to make something. I wonder if you're up to the task?"

Isaac smile confidently and said, "As long as you have a design, I can forge anything!"

"Is that so? Give me something to draw." Jacob curled his lip.

Isaac was startled by Jacob's request. He carefully looked at Jacob. "Are you serious?"