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All of a sudden, a feeble voice came from behind. "My lord…?"
"Oh, come in."
A broad-shouldered old man appeared from the hallway. It was the master blacksmith to whom Chandler had entrusted the sword.
The old blacksmith held my sword, accompanied by one assistant, but his expression wasn't good.
Chandler welcomed the blacksmith warmly. "You arrived just in time."
The old blacksmith looked between Chandler and me with a gloomy expression.
"What happened with the sword?" Chandler asked.
The old blacksmith bowed his head deeply. "I… must apologize."
So it failed.
Though he had said multiple times not to get my hopes up, perhaps he had grown attached while handling it and hoped for success.
With a rather distressed look, the old blacksmith continued, "If I had used the lord's personal forge, I might have been able to reach the right temperature to melt it down… But I don't have the skill to forge it properly. I had to give up."
Chandler shook his head. "No, it's my fault for making such an unreasonable request."
"I'm ashamed… Hoo… That said…"
The old blacksmith rummaged in his clothes. He took out a large sheet of paper and handed it to Chandler.
Chandler took the sheet of paper. "What's this?"
"A map," the old blacksmith answered.
"A map?" I repeated.
In response to my question, the blacksmith lowered his voice. "Well…...
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