Chapter 85: Shadow Of The Past, and Attempt
"There you go, lad," Girgon said, passing over a small black box containing five steel knives.
Unsurprisingly, he didn’t let Raelis inside his workshop and made him wait by the front door. Still, after nearly half an hour, it was time to check the results.
He grabbed the box and set it on the table, then opened it.
And to his surprise, the knives, perfectly tailored to his specifications, weren’t steel at all. Instead, they were made out of iron. Unlike the shabby coal sword earlier, these five knives looked like works of art.
"This is..." Raelis mumbled, turning to the dwarf. "You know I’m not paying extra for this, right?"
"Naturally." Girgon nodded. "But it’s my fault. I thought I had steel, but as it turned out, I had mixed steel and iron up! Well... you can’t complain over higher quality materials, can you?"
"I can’t, but why are you doing this?" Raelis asked. "I’m sure we’ve never met."
Girgon smiled. "You and I have never met, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been acquainted with someone like you. Rather, just 30 years ago, the exact same scenario played out."
He raised a finger. "I had a young man come into this shop, claiming he was going to become the greatest assassin. I called him an idiot liar, but then he swooped into the darkness and reappeared behind me. Sure, he could’ve just been too fast for my old eyes to keep up, but that left a memorable impression in my mind."
He chuckled. "I do wonder where that boy is right now. Did he achieve his goals?"
Raelis clenched his fist, drawing a slight amount of blood.
All the hints pointed toward his father, the one who had become the greatest assassin.