Black Iron, Forged by the Northern King

Braydon Neal really enjoyed the forging process.

Tristan Yandell smiled bitterly. "Big Brother, using light and dark forces to refine weapons will hurt you. Take a break before you continue."

"It's fine, when a grandmaster-level blacksmith reaches king level, he can use his ability to offset the damage."

Braydon said calmly.

Tristan's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes.

Braydon was just rubbing it in his face about not being at the king level.

Old Man Zito pulled Kendrick Lua away and said in an unfriendly tone, "Refund the money!"

"Alright, I'll give you the money later. Let me watch from the side. This is the first time I've seen a grandmaster blacksmith forge a weapon!" Kendrick was on the verge of tears.

Was he someone who lacked three hundred thousand dollars?