The next day when Kahn was finally awake, he heard the news of skirmishes and mayhem that was caused by yesterday's announcement.
But unlike the newbie him, he no longer felt like taking some sort of responsibility. It would only bring him unnecessary trouble. He had no intentions of being persecuted in front of a judge and a jury.
Today, he had no intentions of checking up on new updates related to mayhem. So contradictory to what he previously said, he'd spent this day as a couch potato until he fully recovered strength. There were still a few hours left till he fully recovered and the Berserk God Mode's weakening state ended.
After taking a long hot bath, he dressed in new clothes and waited for his delicious food. He thought about giving a reward to the chef given how exquisite and mouth-watering food he was eating recently.
After spending the entire morning & noon in bed, he finally recovered his strength and all the wounds were completely healed. But unlike his initial plans for the day, he thought it'd be best to use the remaining day to look for someone who could make something for him from his harvest on the final floor.
Kahn was thinking about the Magma Drake's armor-like body parts. And since he had an entire heap of it, he might as well have something useful that could be handy in a battle. But since the material was extremely rare, he couldn't afford to let it go waste by the hands of some unskilled craftsman.
Kahn had already heard that there were 3 Grandmaster rank Blacksmiths in the Flavot city. And all of them were the renounced figure who had a lot of prestige and standing in the city as numerous nobles, government officials and military officers would often ask for their services and build them some top-quality weapons and armors.
"Jerome, do you know who's the best Blacksmith in the city who can make a top grade armor? The Grandmaster rank I mean." asked Kahn to Jerome, his housekeeper.
"Yes sir. There is master Rostof, master Brualt, master Latver and..." suddenly Jerome stopped in his words as if he was afraid of speaking the last name.
"And?.." asked Kahn.
"Nothing, sir. These three are the ones you should contact. Forget I said anything." said Jerome hurriedly as he tried to retract his words.
"Who's the fourth? And why are you acting all worked up?" asked Kahn out of curiosity. The usually calm and collected servant was flustered for some reason as soon as he nearly mentioned the fourth blacksmith's name.
"Well, the last person can no longer be called a Grandmaster Blacksmith. So only the first three are better choices. But they're usually busy with high price commissions and people with a high reputation & social standing." replied Jerome.
"Well, that's a bit problematic. I wanted to have something made soon." said Kahn and inquired more about the 3 Grandmaster Blacksmiths.
As per Jerome's knowledge, all of them were highly sought after and even if Kahn were to pay a lot of money, he'd still have to wait for 3 to 4 months before his commission was finished.
"What about the 4th one? What happened to him?" asked Kahn.
"He no longer takes any commissions. More likely.. No one goes to him for having any armors or weapons made." replied Jerome.
"And why is that?" asked Kahn in a confused expression.
"It's better if you don't get mixed up with that man, sir. He's been in a way.. Blacklisted by the entire city." explained Jerome with a saddened expression.
This piqued Kahn's curiosity even more as he found it completely unreasonable for a Grandmaster rank Blacksmith to get banned from making any weapons or anything.
"What did he do?" asked Kahn again.
"Well, sir.. His story is a tragic one. But it's not something normal people or even many powerful people can interfere with. Doing any business deals with him can get you killed by some of the most powerful noble clans." said Jerome.
"Tell me the full story." ordered Kahn as he could no longer hold back from the curiosity after this much build-up.
Jerome spent the next 20 minutes about who the Grandmaster Blacksmith was and how it came to a situation where nobody in the city wanted to hire him or have him make them any form of weapons or armors.
But when Kahn finally listened to the past of this person.. He clenched his fists in rage and even leaked his deathly aura after failing to control his emotions.
Even for someone like Kahn whose mind was extremely calm and didn't give impulsive reactions to whatever happened around him.. The story of this man had thoroughly enraged him to the core.
"Do you know where he lives?" asked Kahn to Jerome.
"Sir, I don't think it's a good idea to have any connections with this man. It'll not only affect you but anyone who's even remotely related to you. So please reconsider." said Jerome with a bewildered expression.
"Don't worry. I won't meet him under public eyes. Just tell me the address." commanded Kahn and soon, he departed from the house.
Kahn had to spend a lot of time exchanging carriages and traveling dozens of kilometers until he finally reached in front of a small mansion that appeared to be unlooked after.
There were overgrown plants, trees and grass in the garden, a rusted gate and a ghastly look to the entire property that made it look like a ruined estate.
Kahn carefully treaded from the paved footholds and knocked on the main door.
Thuck! Thuck! Thuck!
"Who is it?!" a grim and sore voice of an elderly man came from the inside of this house.
"My name is Kahn, mister Albestros. If you have time, I would like to talk with you about some business." replied Kahn from the entrance.
"Return, boy. I don't make any weapons anymore. Haven't you heard?" asked the old man.
"And I'm still here after knowing about it. Please at least see what I've brought and then decide if you want to accept the commission or not." spoke Kahn as he kept banging on the door.
Clink!
The door was opened from the inside and suddenly a figure of an elderly man with short hair and a long grizzly beard came in front of Kahn.
"It's you!" shouted the old man as he stared at Kahn in disbelief.
Kahn on the other hand wasn't baffled. Because he had seen this old man once before. Although he hadn't spoken to him, Kahn had a vivid memory of this man since he appeared on one of the most memorable days in his new life.
The last time he had seen this old man was on..
Jessica's funeral.