《The not-immortal Blacksmith》05 The Not-Immortal Blacksmith Chapter 3 - Taylor
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The Not-Immortal Blacksmith Chapter 3 - Tailor
Stupid 'chosen ones' showed up at the shop today. Sold them an old pair of knives I made back when I was with Bjorn. Fun days.
The idiot goddess tried to make a scene when I said "No" to going along with them. If she had actually showed up in person, I would have shot her in the foot. Again. She decided to behave and ran off to throw a temper tantrum in the woods. I feel sorry for the trees.
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It's whatever year. King Wilhelm Carbuncle is on his deathbed. I kinda envy him for that. He is 73 years old and has a bunch of legitimate and illegitimate children. Why couldn't he keep it in his pants? The succession is going to be a pain.
Looks like the kids did it. The Demon king is dead. Too bad it took so long. There are a bunch of wannabe demon lords wandering around now.
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I've been here approaching 20 years. The village has grown to be a real town. The council has tried to make me move my shop on three different occasions. Not happening. On the other hand, I've been looking at leaving and giving the shop to my apprentice. A good lass. Been here for almost ten years. Sandy should be fine.
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I'm on the road again. Too many adventurers. Too many 'chosen ones' roaming around. You could hardly take a piss without hitting one. I'm done. I think I'll go and look for a job in the capital as a tailor. I've been trying my hand at sewing and mending my own clothes for the last few years. So far so good, I've gotten no complaints. Hahaha
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The capital of Garthia, that's our nations name, is Garthax. It is located on the great western ocean. The city is a metropolis! Soaring building, great houses, temples to all of the gods, even a temple to the 'small gods'. I haven't been here in what, a couple centuries? I forgot how much fun this place is.
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I have achieved a job working for a large mercantile house, cutting patterns. In a few years I may get into the actual sewing of garments.
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I've been in the capital for three years now. I have a set tradesman schedule and hours. I am content. I have been promoted to third assistant tailor! A slight raise in wages, and better hours.
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King Gregory Yuri Bartholas is in his 3rd year as king. Yes, that adventurer married into the royal family after she and her merry band of misfits helped Gregory's father win the crown. I have seen her in the streets a few times, but have always turned the other way. Royals. Bah.
I have gotten a few promotions over the years. I'm now head tailor at the Mercantile. Our best customers are of the nobility, and I give them my best designs. When I have been asked my age, I tell them I am a very young 40. We all laugh at the joke. I have confided in the owner that I was cursed to look young until I die. He believed me. Apparently that has happened to people in the capital before.
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One of my dresses attracted the eye of the queen mother. I'm stuck now. I plan on resigning after she is properly fitted. I don't want that kind of attention. I should have quit years ago.
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The fitting is done. She did remember me. I got a severe tongue lashing for not going along on their quest. I politely told her the she and her 'idiot goddess' could piss right off. That went over not so well, but she relented after I yelled out the window at the thunder storm.
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I'm on my way back east. I should be able to make a living in any of the small villages as long as I stay at least 100 miles from the capital. Maybe one of the northern ones that border the old demon kingdom.
TTFN
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