Eating Souls In Another World

Chapter 111

The Ironclad workshop had many rooms filled with blacksmiths working under its banner. Some were apprentices still learning the craft while others were full fledged craftsmen capable of making the highest quality equipment in the kingdom.

Ironclad, the workshop's chief, was the most skilled among them, earning his title and position through dedicated, hard work and most importantly innate skill.

He was one of the few Smith's to have a room of his own. It was a bit dark. The furnace was on and melted metal bubbled over the fire. Scraps metal, ingots and unfinished works were scattered around. Near the wall to the left the finished pieces were put to display; armor of different sizes, weapons of all kinds and some shields here and there. Some of them were made out of beast bones and scales.

"Alright then." Said Ironclad as he put his work ipron on. "What kind of weapon do you want."

"A one handed sword of medium length" said Drake, holding his hands up to show the approximate size of hi