Some villagers were already calling Daniel the next blacksmith of Tuck Village.
Over the past two weeks, this idea had been suggested more than once.
Each time, Daniel politely declined with a smile.
Old Flinn could only sigh in regret that Daniel had no interest in learning from him.
"Brother Daniel, please help me! My brother needs to go into the mountains to chop firewood, and without this knife, we'll run out of firewood tomorrow…"
The little girl clung to Daniel's arm, her pleading eyes leaving him no room to refuse.
"Fine, fine. But once the knife is done, take it straight to your brother," Daniel relented.
"Okay! Thank you, Brother Daniel!"
The little girl said sweetly.
Daniel then lit the forge and began working.
One hand operated the bellows while the other placed the firewood knife into the furnace.
Before long, he retrieved the red-hot blade and set it on the platform.