Blacksmith.

Standing at the door of the shop, Felix looked inside and turned towards a person who had called out to him.

"Hmm? Wait- you are..."

There was a smell of hot metal and burning coal present in the air; and within the dimly lit shop, a robust man wearing loose clothes held a hammer in his hand with a metal glowing red on his anvil.

Felix looked deeply at the man, whose figure and voice reminded him of someone and muttered unsurely.

"....Bellard?"

The man touched his face, remembering he didn't have his mask and gave a wry smile as he nodded.

"Umm, yeah, Phantom. It's me."

The two of them then turned quiet, not knowing what to say.

Sir Graham glanced between them strangely and clapped his hands to break the awareness.

"Well, it's great that you two know each other, saves my time. Phantom, you can get your work done here with his help, so I'll take my leave. Also, my place is always open for you."