Leonard Churchill walked in, his gaze quickly sweeping the surroundings.
This was a traditional blacksmith shop.
The shop owner was a middle-aged burly man with a beard, who was rhythmically hammering a red-hot iron block clamped with iron tongs on the anvil in front of a blazing forge.
The owner didn't pay much attention to the new customer, stating directly, "Silver-plating work costs three silver coins, materials not included."
"Alright. Please silver-plate these arrows for me."
Leonard originally planned to engage in some small talk and subtly inquire about the situation in the Burial Mountain Mine.
However, the moment he saw the blacksmith, he noticed a faint dark light pulsating from him.
He thought he might be seeing things, so he continued probing, "Mr. George, I'm an adventurer from Owen City. Do you know what has happened in the Burial Mountain Mine? Why are there werewolves there?"
