Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 191 - Yin 03.

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Thrid Person POV

Yi-Ti, 296 AC.

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The next day, Yin awoke to the sound of a hammer striking an anvil in a forge in a corner of the city. People were beginning to prepare for their day and get to work, but even before that, someone was already hammering away at the anvil. The Artican king himself was not alone; a curious crowd had gathered to watch.

Since Jon had requested a forge the day before, prior to returning to the ship with the city lord, he had received instructions and an address from Lord Kin'emon himself. At the break of dawn, he wasted no time. He left the ship accompanied by his guards, exchanging only a few words with his still-sleepy wives, and headed out to the address he had been given—the home of a blacksmith.

The man welcomed him respectfully as soon as they arrived, though he found it peculiar that a stranger who called himself a monarch would want to work in a forge on his own. Still, he refrained from asking further questions; after all, that was the other party's concern.

The small men accompanying Jon looked around, commenting in a language the blacksmith did not understand about the forge's structure. Though some remarks seemed less than favorable, he could sense their enthusiasm to see their king in action at the forge.

Jon wasted no more time. After discussing his workspace with the blacksmith and studying the forge—which was somewhat different from the traditional style but still served the same purpose and process—he stepped forward. Stripping off his shirt without any additional protection, he began heating the forge while some men unloaded crates from the ship.

He began unpacking the first items as the flames roared, preparing molds of his own design—different from those the local blacksmith used but similar to those for crafting armor. Jon had created these during the journey, allowing him to craft smaller items. Soon, a new metal emerged from the crates in the form of swords and armor plates, stunning the old blacksmith. The man watched, intrigued by the unique gleam of the material.

"This is... impossible!" he murmured in disbelief, recognizing the value of the metal.

"Don't be surprised. We have plenty of it, and I intend to make a few things," Jon replied, before returning his focus to the forge.

He began heating the metals, placing them in the furnace to melt under extreme heat. The process was lengthy. For hours, the metal was heated until it became liquid, while Jon organized everything—even pulling out his special hammer, crafted from Valyrian steel with runes etched into it.

The blacksmith of Yin observed, marveling at the wealth such material represented. Watching swords and disassembled armor plates being melted down, he was at a loss for words. To Jon, however, those swords and armor held little value; he wanted to reshape them into something truly useful.

After reaching the ideal temperature, Jon poured the molten steel into the molds, filling each piece according to his designs. Sweat trickled from his brow as he removed stray splashes of molten metal with his bare hands, leaving the blacksmith speechless. Jon worked tirelessly, hammering each piece after allowing it to cool slightly, even as they glowed red-hot.

The blacksmith and the dwarves who had come to watch were awestruck. Witnessing the master blacksmith of Artica at work was a rare spectacle. Jon, who had surpassed even Thor—his forging mentor in recent years—was crafting the world's most precious metal with unparalleled skill before their very eyes.