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Blacksmith – Part 03

It was an unusual gathering.

“Thank you all for joining us today.”

High-ranking officials from each nation had convened in a conference room at the government office in the Independent Trade City’s Third District. They were seated at a round table.

“Another pointless meeting,” grumbled a burly man with a scruffy head of hair. Clad in black armor, he stared at the assembly with a piercing gaze. A long cloak embroidered with a crown emblem draped over his shoulders. Despite his advanced age, his physique and demeanor were fierce, belying his years. His name was Augustus Arthur, Commander of the Imperial Knights.

“Our attendance alone has its significance, yes,” said a man in military attire. He was Arvie Irving, a strategist from the Militant Nation who had been in the city for over a week. He had neatly trimmed hair cut straight across and wore silver-rimmed glasses.

“It isn’t easy for us old folks