“So, do you want me to make you a weapon?” the tattooed man asked.

“That is right,” Chang-Sun said with a nod.

Sitting beside a small table, the man laughed lightly when he heard Chang-Sun’s request, a wry smirk on his face.

“You’re interesting,” the man said sarcastically. “Why would you make such a request to me even after seeing me?”

[The Celestial ‘A Good Season to Hunt’ says the blind man is correct, nodding vigorously.]

[The Celestial ‘A Good Season to Hunt’ suggests that perhaps these high-quality weapons were not made by the blind man.]

[The Celestial ‘World-Encircling Serpent’ urges her to keep quiet because she is being so noisy.]

Forging items out of iron was undoubtedly not easy work. Sitting in front of a hot furnace was extremely tiring, and the smith would always have to be careful to not burn themselves when handling molten iron directly from a furnace. On top of that, hammering iron required a great deal of strength and stamina, as well as considerable skill.

Was a blind man capable of doing all that work? No, it was impossible, just as Pabilsag had said; he would be unable to use the necessary tools.

“If you’re here to mock me, you’ve already done that enough, so go home. We closed down a long time ago. Let’s go, Wilson,” the man said as he stood up. The seeing-eye dog quickly approached, offering his own leash to the man. Seeing-eye dogs were most commonly Golden Retrievers, but Wilson was a Doberman.

Regardless, Chang-Sun crossed...