Plans to leave

When Damon woke again he knew that he was all alone, opened eyed in a little dark age.

He weighed the thoughts in his mind, either he could stay here and continue the stupid and unnecessary game of intrigue which would just end up with him having to kill someone over some trivial things or he could just leave and then when he is ready he could choose to return or keep on with his life.

The answer was already set, he knew that in order to perform any kind of project, he would have to be in a stable environment devoid of politics so he decided to leave but to do that he needed investments.

According to the new memories, he had at least twenty thousand gold coins from his late mother, enough to set him up for life . But he needed more, if experimentation was the only path to discovery then the lack of experimentation funds would be the death of discovery.

But before he could do anything, he needed to be protected. This body was not weak but it was not molded to the body that Damon was used to plus the fact that he was just recently poisoned. Plus he knew that the person who poisoned him would strike again soon so he needed to have some sort of self defense.

That evening Damon walked over to the castles blacksmith workshop, there he could hear the clanging of the hammer against the anvil, he could see the black smoke rising from the chimney of the workshop.

" Good evening master Lear." Damon greeted as he entered.

The clanging of the anvil stopped and so did the occupants of the workshop as they were surprised to to see a member of the Duke's family inside the workshop as they never entered it .

A bald headed muscular man with a burn scar on his cheek came forward and bowed to Damon.

" Greetings Lord Damon, what shall this servant do for you today ."

" No need for all the formalities, but I would require some metal and a forge station." Damon replied.

" Forgive me my Lord but I can't allow it , this place is beneath you."

" Is that so?" Damon asked pulling up a sword from a pile. Lear was waiting to be struck, it was normal amongst nobility after all he was a commoner and his life was worth nothing . But the pain from the cut did not come instead he saw Damon scratch his thumb with the sword.

" What do you see Master Lear?" Damon asked holding up his thumb.

" I see blood my Lord."

" And I believe that if I cut you , you will bleed the same color of blood as me ?"

" I believe so too ."

" Aside from my birth status, what more separated us from each other, if there is nothing more , give me somw iron ingots and show me to a working furnace."

After he was shown to a a furnace, Damon put some iron ingots into a crucible before putting it in the furnace, he then used sand to make out two molds .

As the ingots reached an almost molten stage, it was brought out and was hammered, to bring out the impurities then it was thrown back into the furnace to melt.

In its molten stage , it was then poured into the pre made molds and were then allowed to cool down.

When they cooled, they were reintroduced to the flames and when it became red hot, they were hammered again. This was the process that went by for three hours , Damon consistently followed the same pattern for those three hours.

By the time he was done, two daggers were created. They were modern tactical battle knives albeit with a wooden handle. One of them had a serated edge while the other was just a single edge dagger .

As he was admiring the ripple pattern on his blade that was synonymous with Damascus steel , the occupants of the workshop were also observing him and the blade . The sheen of the blade and the craftsmanship depicted that it was a quality weapon but there was confusion, they had known Damon all his life and this was the first time they had seen him in a forge so they were truly surprised by his level of craftsmanship.

Without paying any mind to them Damon took his work and left for his chambers to rest.

On his way , he ran into the Duke's first wife, Angelica von Wolfsburg.

" Greetings my lady, forgive me but I must ask for an urgent favor." Damon said to her while maintaining a polite smile.

Angelica not wanting to show her animosity towards Damon smiles and replied,

" Come my son and tell your mother what you need from her."

" Out of all fathers wives , I know that you are the only one he respects the most, that is why I must ask you to intercede on my behalf, the affairs of fathers lands do not interest me and I have no intention of ruling so I ask that you tell father to send me off with some money , servants, slaves and few guards so I can retire somewhere and live my life in peace. I am sure as a mother you wouldn't want your children to hurt themselves when an opportunity to avoid conflict has presented itself. Truth be told, I believe the my brother , Bruno is going to succeed regardless, he is a great swordman and is charismatic. So please speak on my behalf and I will relinquish my right to succession." Damon said.

Damon could see as Angelica's lips almost curved into a smile but she controlled her self before replying,

" If that is what you think is nessesary then I will make sure that your father showers you with many gifts as you are being sent off."

Angelica then walked briskly towards the Duke's chambers, if there was an opportunity to get rid of an obstacle that would obstruct her son Bruno von Wolfsburg from accending to become Duke of the entire western region she would absolutely take it.