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With a satisfied expression behind his mask, Amon walked out of the blacksmithy.
The sound of his cane taps changed as he switched from wooden to cold hard cobblestone.
The foggy freezing air hit him like a blast as he stepped outside, depriving him from the comfortable warmth of the inside.
But Amon didn't mind it.
As he had said before, he preferred cold in everything except for tea.
Even for showers, he preferred cold-showers no matter the weather or season.
His mind wandered back to the deal that had taken place inside.
It had gone better than what he thought it would, even after the blacksmith told him it would be for free.
It was because of Amon's exceptionally high demands and specifications for the weapon.
It was the reason why he also insisted Nathan to let him pay and provide the materials himself, since he would come off as selfish for taking such advantage of the old man's favor.
