103 – Not a Pity
"Stop. Let's rest." Darren gave orders to Ayre, who was holding a giant pincer. The shapeshifter was dipping a freshly forged knife into the water.
"I can still keep going." The shapeshifter removed the thick gloves she was wearing, then wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.
Darren chuckled, using his cane to stand up. "Well, you continue making a knife again, then."
"Can we not move on to the next stage. I've made too many knives, sir."
"You can quickly absorb lessons from me, but the knife you made is not perfect. Your way of making it is still not refined." Darren approached the woman. "So, move your butt and make one more knife while I make lunch."
"How about I make lunch instead?" Faye came to the smithy area behind the shop.
"Hey, Faye. Long time no see." Darren raised an eyebrow. "If you want to join us for lunch, feel free, but I don't need your help."