Gard was not sure what Kyle wanted from him.
But he was in a good mood compared to the earlier depressing weeks.
The blacksmith had spent a long time enduring physical as well as emotional pain.
For a blacksmith, his hands were his biggest assets.
Losing one arm had made him feel as if he was half-dead as if he was going to be worthless for the rest of his life.
Mell had helped him get out of the depression while simultaneously tending to the infested wound.
But returning home had made him less gloomy.
As such, he simply replied,
"Just ask, lad!"
Seeing that Gard wasn't disappointed about the failed attempt anymore, Kyle didn't beat around the bush.
"Teach me blacksmithing...please!"
There were several reasons for him to make this request.
But the most important was that he could make a huge fortune through blacksmithing.
