Damon immediately stood up and looked for the three blacksmiths. They were out training in the wilderness, but that wasn't a problem at all. A few concise messages sent through the system were enough to bring them in front of him in less than ten minutes.
Their bodies were scarred, their auras were dense and steady, and their hands were calloused despite the natural regeneration their bodies possessed. Anyone who looked at them would instantly develop an immense respect for them.
"My lord." They all greeted him together, bowing deeply.
The old ghost immediately popped out. "Look at my disciples. No one can beat them in hard work and dedication!" he said proudly, translucent beard fluttering as if caught in a nonexistent wind. His hollow eyes swept over the three men with unmistakable satisfaction.
