Several hours passed with the old man sitting at the table waiting for the molten iron to harden in the mold while Ethan was looking toward the swords and weapons hanging on the wall with fascination and curiosity.
The old man suddenly rose from his chair and headed toward the mold to find that the iron had hardened taking the shape of the mold.
He put on his gloves and slowly took it out of the soil and locked the metal table.
The old man carried the iron rod and headed toward one of the boxes and opened it.
The box contained a large collection of leathers and bandages.
The old man put his hand inside the box and took out a small piece of leather and returned toward the rod.
He held it and flipped it downward.
And began wrapping it carefully with the piece of leather.
After finishing, he went toward the furnace and placed the iron in it for a full minute and took it out quickly and headed toward the iron table.
He grabbed a hammer that was thrown on the ground.
He raised it high in the air and in a moment brought it down on the rod with force and continued doing that repeatedly for a period of time.
Until it began to become somewhat flat.
Then he went again toward the furnace and repeated the same process.
Until it began taking the shape of an iron sword.
When he finished the old man called Ethan and placed the sword on the wooden table.
Ethan headed toward the old man waiting for what he wanted from him.
The old man held the tongs and gave them to Ethan saying: "Alright, it's time to take out what I made."
Ethan held the tongs with feelings of enthusiasm and tension seeping through his body.
He headed toward the furnace and took the position the old man had taught him.
He quietly inserted the tongs inside the furnace and held the vessel.
He took a deep breath and continued pulling the vessel out of the furnace with all concentration and caution while sweat poured heavily from his body.
He looked toward the molten iron with admiration and enthusiasm and began directing the vessel slowly toward the metal mold to find that it was locked.
Ethan looked toward the old man with a tired and tense face.
The old man realized that he had locked the mold so he quickly headed toward the mold and opened it.
The boy took a deep breath and poured the molten iron inside the mold quietly and carefully.
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The magma began taking the shape of the mold slowly while its glow reflected on Ethan's fascinated eyes.
The mold filled with the magma and Ethan placed the vessel on the ground and threw the tongs on the ground.
While sweat flowed heavily from his body and he breathed with difficulty because of the heat and fatigue.
The old man noticed his fatigue and headed toward him slowly.
He put his hands in one of his pockets and took out five pieces written on them 10 Anro.
He held Ethan's hand and gave them to him with a light smile on his face: "Take this money, buy something to drink or eat for you need to maintain your strength."
Ethan looked toward the pieces then directed his gazes toward the old man in surprise.
The old man turned toward the mold then to Ethan and said to him with a light laugh: "Don't worry, when it's ready I'll give it to you."
Ethan signaled yes with a big smile on his face then set off outside the place.
After he left the old man kept staring toward the exit with a small smile and feelings of happiness and nostalgia spreading throughout his entire body while saying inside himself: "Since when was the last time I enjoyed with someone in this way?"
Ethan left the place so the cold air touched his skin.
Feeling a sense of refreshment and comfort.
Ethan closed his eyes and took a deep breath enjoying the fresh air inside his lungs and the attractive smell of the flowers inside his nose.
Ethan opened his eyes and directed his gaze toward the money the old man had given him with looks of surprise wondering about the use of these things.
He remained frozen for some time sunk in his thoughts until suddenly he remembered that time he went to eat mushroom soup with Joseph.
He remembered that Joseph had given the stall owner two coins like the ones he had.
Expressions of curiosity appeared on his face and he set off quickly toward the stall.
Passing between the cabins and shops with the passersby looking toward him in surprise wondering about the reason this boy was running in the middle of the markets.
Ethan arrived at the same stall he had gone to last time with Joseph to find the stall owner sitting with his hand on his cheeks waiting for any customers to earn his daily bread.
Ethan headed toward one of the stall chairs with looks of curiosity dominating his face.
The stall owner noticed Ethan's presence so a huge smile appeared on his face saying in a joyful tone: "Oh it's you boy, a long time has passed, where did you disappear to?"
Ethan extended his hand toward him and placed all five pieces on the table.
The stall owner looked toward him in surprise and said to him in a surprised tone: "Do you want five plates?"
Ethan moved his head in agreement.
The stall owner took the money and headed toward his kitchen.
He opened a giant pot full of mushroom soup.
He held a giant spoon and inserted it inside the pot to then pour it into the five plates.
After finishing he held all the plates with his two hands and placed them in front of Ethan.
Ethan held the first plate and began drinking it eagerly.
The soup was hot but he didn't care.
He drank from it quickly.
While feeling comfort after all this tiring work.
And with every moment that passed while he sipped this soup he felt that his body was gradually regaining its strength.
He finished the first plate.
He took a deep breath and began immediately sipping the second plate.
The stall owner kept looking toward him in surprise while saying inside himself: "What's wrong with him he seems as if he hasn't eaten for days."
And while he was thinking he noticed that Ethan had already finished the second dish.
Ethan placed his hand on his full stomach.
He was full but the deliciousness and distinctive taste of the soup made him continue eating despite that.
He began sipping the third dish with feelings of satisfaction and happiness seeping through his body with every sip he took.
After finishing he felt as if his stomach would explode from fullness he could no longer complete the other two dishes.
He closed his eyes feeling unmatched comfort and happiness while patting his full stomach.
The stall owner looked toward him and said to him in surprise: "Won't you finish the other two dishes?"
Ethan opened his eyes and directed his gazes toward the two dishes wishing inside himself if only he could finish them.
He directed his gaze toward the stall owner and shook his head in refusal.
The stall owner looked toward him with disappointment and took a deep breath.
He directed his arm to take the plates and return them but after a few simple seconds he began hearing some people calling Ethan's name.
The stall owner and Ethan looked toward the source of the sound.
To find Nicholas and Jesse heading toward them.