Carnal Immortal-Chapter 437: Worth Your Life

"What’s so funny?" The blacksmith asks as he steps away from the furnaces and approaches Amon.

"Nothing, I just couldn’t help but find my situation funny," Amon says, smiling at the blacksmith.

"Oh, then go on, tell me why your situation is so funny?" The blacksmith asks, folding his big, muscular arms across his chest.

"Well, a few months ago, I would have done anything to buy one of your weapons, but now all of these are just scrap metals to me. I wouldn’t take them even if you gave them to me for free," Amon says.

The blacksmith’s eyes widen before his eyebrows scrunch into a frown, clearly not happy with Amon’s statement.

"Kid, do you know who I am? I am the most skilled blacksmith in this land. I have forged weapons for kings and queens. They are honored to have a weapon made by me. Do you think you are better than those kings and queens?" The blacksmith asks, raising his voice.

Amon chuckles again. "I just don’t think, I know I am," Amon says, his voice radiating arrogance.

The blacksmith’s eyes widen with shock, hearing Amon’s words because he has never seen a man as bold as Amon to claim such a thing.

For a simple man to claim that he is better than kings and queens, he either has to be a drunk or an idiot. From the looks of it, Amon doesn’t seem drunk, so he can only be an idiot.

"Lad, are you afraid of living? What if there was a guard nearby? He would have had your head if he had heard you," The blacksmith says.

Even though he is arrogant, he seems to have some concern for others’ lives. In these times, people would snitch on others just to get a few coppers in their hands, even if it leads to someone’s death.

"What’s there to be afraid of when I am speaking the truth?" Amon says, smiling confidently.

The blacksmith frowns again.

"Lad, I don’t know what you have inhaled, and I don’t care. Just don’t open that mouth of yours before my shop. If you are so eager to get yourself killed, do it somewhere else, and if you want to buy something, hand me the money and get it over with," The blacksmith says.

Amon just smiles in return before shaking his head.

"Unless you can make me something exceptional, I won’t buy anything from you," Amon says.

"You really are pushing my buttons, young man. If you don’t want to buy anything, then keep on moving! Don’t waste my time!" The blacksmith says, rising his voice in frustration.

Amon chuckles again. He is done having fun with the man, but before he leaves, he decides to give the man one last shock. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Amon reaches to his back and conjures a dagger from thin air, and brings it before the blacksmith’s eyes.

The blacksmith looks at the exquisite-looking scabbard, hiding a blade underneath it. The scabbard is made of extremely high-quality hide and is dyed red, and it’s decorated with gold.

The blacksmith’s eyes widen as he has never seen craftsmanship this beautiful ever. Just the scabbard alone would cost a fortune.

But his shock just doesn’t end here. Amon starts pulling the dagger out of the scabbard.

As the lower half of the blade is revealed, the blacksmith squints his eyes as the sunlight seems to effortlessly reflect off it.

The more Amon releases the blade from its scabbard, the more shocked the blacksmith gets, and as the blade is fully out, the man can’t believe what he is looking at.

His hands tremble as he reaches out of the dragger in Amon’s hand.

Amon smirks and turns the handle towards the blacksmith so that he can hold it and examine the blade up close.

The blacksmith immediately grabs it and starts eyeing the blade up close to his eyes, making sure that he doesn’t miss anything.

The more he looks at it, the more he marvels at the technique, talent, effort, and control it must have gone into making this blade.

If he knew that Amon made this thing out of thin air, he would start vomiting blood.

"Where did you get this blade? Who made it?" The blacksmith asks.

Amon doesn’t answer; he takes the blade of the blacksmith’s hand and puts it back into the scabbard.

"The day you make a blade of similar quality, I will buy it from you, name your price, and you shall have it," Amon says.

"Time for me to leave, old man," Amon says and begins walking away.

"Wait!" The blacksmith tries to stop, but Amon doesn’t stop; he disappears from the blacksmith’s vision.

As Amon leaves, the blacksmith is filled with a sense of defeat he has not felt in a while.

Being the best blacksmith in the four kingdoms, he had become extremely prideful; after all, his weapons were desired by kings and their personal guards.

He thought he had reached his peak; he couldn’t get any better than he already is. He thought he had reached the peak of what it is to be a blacksmith, but today his eyes have been opened.

He saw something that could only be described as perfection.

The way the blade was shaped, the intricate layers that it had, the even sharpness it carried throughout its edge, the handle that seems to be shaped to perfection, and finally, the decorations that made the blade look exquisite.

Today, the blacksmith witnessed the very peak of what could be achieved, and now he has found a new goal for himself.

To make a blade as good as the one he saw today.

Without wasting any time, the blacksmith immediately got to work.

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A few meters away from the blacksmith’s shop, Amon smiled. He did it on purpose to motivate the blacksmith to become better.

After all, he liked the guy.

Because of Amon’s actions today, the name of this blacksmith will continue to be spoken for the next thousands of years, while the weapons he made will cost fortunes.

Amon continues his way towards Hakor’s mansion.

On his way, he sees a few more interesting things which remind him of his past, but nothing significant that would take his attention off the task at hand.

Soon, he arrives at a very large house that’s situated on top of a small plateau.

The house wouldn’t be considered grand in modern times, but in this day and age, this is the best it can get.

Tall walls, open terrace and balconies, beautiful trees blooming rare flowers, vast garden, a nice view of the city, verandas for guests to sit and relax.

The mansion has everything.

The wealth disparity between Hakor and the average citizen of the city is astounding, but Amon’s not here to marvel at Hakor’s wealth; he is here to fuck his wife.

Amon’s attention then fell on the guards that stand before Hakor’s mansion.

They are not the city’s official guards but private hires, paid generously to keep the mansion safe from thieves and assassins.

Everyone wants to be a private guard, as it’s a much safer job, while the pay is also higher than what the nation’s guards get paid, but not everyone has the opportunity to become a private guard.

Only the skilled and battle-tested men are hired to do such jobs. After all, masters like Hakor are extremely scared of death, and they are willing to pay any price to keep themselves alive.

Amon smiles, looking at these guards because he knows better than anyone that when matters of life and death happen, these very guards are the first to abandon post.

A nation’s guard is a guard for honor; he fights to keep his kingdom safe and his family safe, so he will rather fight to the death than give up.

Private guards have no such strong loyalty to the master he serves, his only master is money, but when money and life are at stake, and only one can be chosen, life always wins.

Amon wonders how long it will take for these guards to abandon their posts if he starts a massacre.

Of course, Amon won’t do it unless he is forced to. He is not some bloodthirsty demon.

Amon approaches the guards, who lazily stand guard at the front gate, because why would anyone with a sane mind pick a fight with experienced, powerful warriors like them?

But then they notice Amon approaching them, a man who looks big and powerful. Even if they are doing their job half-heartedly, they immediately become vigilant, as Amon is a clear threat until proven innocent.

They tighten their grips around their weapons’ handles and wait for Amon to get closer.

"Calm down, boys, I am only here for business," Amon says as he steps closer.

One of the guards steps forward to talk to Amon.

"State your business then," he says.

"Tell your master that Amon’s here to settle the unfinished business," Amon says.

The guard frowns, hearing Amon’s arrogant tone, but doesn’t say anything.

He looks at one of the guards standing behind him and signals him with a simple head movement to check on the master and inquire if Amon should be allowed in or not.

One of the guards quickly runs inside while Amon waits outside with a smile.

"So how much does Hakor pay you?" Amon asks.

"None of your business," The guard answers coldly.

"Well, I hope it’s worth as much as your life," Amon says, chuckling.

"Are you threatening me?" The guard asks, raising his voice while pointing the tip of the spear at Amon’s face.