The Son of the First Bloodline

volume 1/10

( on this chapter is a lemon warning)
City
Gabriel
Gabriel was in the city, standing in a small blacksmith workshop. The scent of heated metal and burning coals filled the air as he examined the various metals on display. The shop was modest, with rows of neatly arranged ingots and tools lining the walls. Despite its size, the workshop had an impressive assortment of metals, each gleaming under the dim light.

He picked up different ingots, feeling their weight and inspecting their quality. Gabriel had grown again, his body now even more imposing. His increased strength and stature made him more confident in his ability to handle the heavy materials.

As he picked up a particularly fine piece of steel, he felt a sense of determination. The ominous dreams and cryptic warnings still lingered in his mind, but he knew he had to be prepared. Strengthening his weapons and ensuring he had the best materials was a step towards that goal.

Gabriel:Excuse me

he called out to the blacksmith, a burly man with soot-streaked arms who was hammering away at a glowing piece of metal on his anvil.

Gabriel:Do you have any high-quality steel suitable for forging a blade or armor piece?

The blacksmith paused his work, wiping his brow with a thick leather glove.

The blacksmith:Aye, lad,

he replied, his voice gruff but friendly.

Blacksmith:Got some of the finest steel right here. What kind of blade are you looking to make?

Gabriel considered for a moment.

Gabriel: It's for my sword
A longsword Something balanced and durable, capable of withstanding intense combat.

The blacksmith nodded appreciatively: You've got a good eye for quality. Follow me, and I'll show you the best we have.

Gabriel followed the blacksmith deeper into the workshop, eager to begin the next phase of his preparation.

As they walked, the blacksmith glanced at Gabriel's impressive physique.

Blacksmith:You look like you've grown again

he remarked with a chuckle.

Blacksmith:Must be hard finding armor and weapons that fit."

Gabriel nodded:It can be a challenge, but it's necessary. I need to be ready for whatever comes.

The blacksmith stopped in front of a stack of high-quality steel ingots.

Blacksmith:Here you go. This is the best we've got. It'll make a fine blade."

Gabriel picked up one of the ingots, feeling its weight and texture. Satisfied, he nodded to the blacksmith.

Gabriel:This will do. Thank you.

Gabriel walked out of the blacksmith shop, the metal securely packed in his bag. As he navigated through the bustling city streets, his mind raced with thoughts. He needed to find a new blacksmith capable of reforging his armor and sword. His recent growth spurt had rendered his current gear inadequate, and he also needed to place a new order for his Beacon uniform.

Gabriel: I suppose it's not a bad problem to have.

he muttered to himself with a wry smile.

As he made his way through the city, Gabriel's keen eyes scanned for any signs of a reputable blacksmith. He passed various shops and stalls, the vibrant energy of the marketplace a stark contrast to the heavy thoughts weighing on his mind.

Eventually, he spotted a small carriage with a sign that read:

"Forge of the Ancients by Ironbull Forge"