Chapter: 1633
Pyo-wol frowned slightly.
He could hear loud noises coming from all over the streets.
It had been a long time since he had been outside, and in the meantime, the entire city had changed to resemble a construction site. Repair work had begun on the mansions and pavilions that had been destroyed during the battle between the Jin family and the Snow Sword Manor.�
It was a sight that reminded him of the saying that destruction must precede creation.
After the war ended, warriors left like a receding tide, and laborers took their place.
As the ruined mansions and pavilions started to be rebuilt slowly one by one, the people living in Runan began to gain their energy.�
Since the streets were restored to their former glory, people began walking around again. Street vendors set up their stalls, and many people came out to engage in economic activity.
As the reconstruction work progressed, the streets became more lively, and the sounds of hammering and chatter could be heard everywhere.
People were now accepting the Jin family as the ruler of Runan.�
This was evidenced by the fact that no one talked about the Snow Sword Manor anymore since the war ended with the Jin family�s victory.�
Pyo-wol felt the change in the people�s sentiment as he walked.
He headed for the street where the workshops were located.
His phantom daggers have been heavily damaged in the battle. The blades became dull, and cracks began to appear on the surface. It might be able to hold up for a while, but he would have to repair it beforehand if he wanted to make his weapon last longer.
He didn�t know if there were any craftsmen in the area who possessed skills that were on par with Tang Sochu�s level. But in any case, it�s not as if the craftsman would be making him a new weapon, they would just be simply repairing it. There must be at least one skilled craftsman he could entrust his weapons to.
The sound of hammering echoed through the workshop street since morning.
The workshop street was enjoying an unprecedented boom due to the fight between the Snow Sword Manor and the Jin family. After the fight between the two factions was over, the surviving warriors entrusted their weapons for repairs.
Weapons piled up like mountains at each workshop.�
The craftsmen would put the weapons in the furnace to heat them up, before proceeding to hammer it. There were so many weapons to repair that the craftsmen stopped accepting customers.
Pyo-wol carefully examined the weapons displayed on the stall in front of each workshop. The condition of the weapons sold on the stall was a way to gauge the skill of the craftsman.
After passing by dozens of workshops,� Pyo-wol didn�t find any workshop he liked.
Most of them were not up to Pyo-wol�s standards, who was accustomed to Tang Sochu�s skills.�
While he found one workshop that was somewhat decent, they were unfortunately too busy fulfilling their backlogs to take another customer.�
In the end, Pyo-wol gave up on having his weapons repaired.�
Even if he didn�t know how long he would be staying in Runan, he didn�t want to leave his phantom daggers in the hands of unskilled craftsmen.
Just as he was about to turn his back and leave, something caught his attention.�
�How dare you cut in line in front of me?!�
�I was definitely here first, so what do you mean cut in?�
�I came to this workshop first!�
Two warriors were shouting at each other in front of a workshop in the corner.
One had a very large build, while the other was small but had sharp eyes. JrNovels.com
He could hear loud noises coming from all over the streets.
It had been a long time since he had been outside, and in the meantime, the entire city had changed to resemble a construction site. Repair work had begun on the mansions and pavilions that had been destroyed during the battle between the Jin family and the Snow Sword Manor.�
It was a sight that reminded him of the saying that destruction must precede creation.
After the war ended, warriors left like a receding tide, and laborers took their place.
As the ruined mansions and pavilions started to be rebuilt slowly one by one, the people living in Runan began to gain their energy.�
Since the streets were restored to their former glory, people began walking around again. Street vendors set up their stalls, and many people came out to engage in economic activity.
As the reconstruction work progressed, the streets became more lively, and the sounds of hammering and chatter could be heard everywhere.
People were now accepting the Jin family as the ruler of Runan.�
This was evidenced by the fact that no one talked about the Snow Sword Manor anymore since the war ended with the Jin family�s victory.�
Pyo-wol felt the change in the people�s sentiment as he walked.
He headed for the street where the workshops were located.
His phantom daggers have been heavily damaged in the battle. The blades became dull, and cracks began to appear on the surface. It might be able to hold up for a while, but he would have to repair it beforehand if he wanted to make his weapon last longer.
He didn�t know if there were any craftsmen in the area who possessed skills that were on par with Tang Sochu�s level. But in any case, it�s not as if the craftsman would be making him a new weapon, they would just be simply repairing it. There must be at least one skilled craftsman he could entrust his weapons to.
The sound of hammering echoed through the workshop street since morning.
The workshop street was enjoying an unprecedented boom due to the fight between the Snow Sword Manor and the Jin family. After the fight between the two factions was over, the surviving warriors entrusted their weapons for repairs.
Weapons piled up like mountains at each workshop.�
The craftsmen would put the weapons in the furnace to heat them up, before proceeding to hammer it. There were so many weapons to repair that the craftsmen stopped accepting customers.
Pyo-wol carefully examined the weapons displayed on the stall in front of each workshop. The condition of the weapons sold on the stall was a way to gauge the skill of the craftsman.
After passing by dozens of workshops,� Pyo-wol didn�t find any workshop he liked.
Most of them were not up to Pyo-wol�s standards, who was accustomed to Tang Sochu�s skills.�
While he found one workshop that was somewhat decent, they were unfortunately too busy fulfilling their backlogs to take another customer.�
In the end, Pyo-wol gave up on having his weapons repaired.�
Even if he didn�t know how long he would be staying in Runan, he didn�t want to leave his phantom daggers in the hands of unskilled craftsmen.
Just as he was about to turn his back and leave, something caught his attention.�
�How dare you cut in line in front of me?!�
�I was definitely here first, so what do you mean cut in?�
�I came to this workshop first!�
Two warriors were shouting at each other in front of a workshop in the corner.
One had a very large build, while the other was small but had sharp eyes. JrNovels.com
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