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... Hmph!" Vargar harrumphed again upon noticing Blake's expression.

He didn't doubt that the young man had cursed at him.

Blake must have been so frustrated that he forgot to show respect or even reverted to his former demeanor. Even so, his frustration didn't seem baseless. Many people give up on blacksmithing after experiencing its difficulties, growing frustrated to the point of no return.

Blake, however, seemed determined to try melting iron ore, coal, and limestone flux ...

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