Clang! Clang! Clang—
The sound of hammers striking rang out from the distance, while the sharp, choking smell of coal drifted through the air.
Moss looked at the black smoke rising from the chimneys of the small houses and couldn't help speaking up:
"Those are all blacksmith shops?"
"That's right. This is Weapon Street in the eastern part of the city. It's far from the residential districts, and all the blacksmith shops in Hill City are located here."
"The weapons sold here are much cheaper than those sold by the profiteers in the northern district."
Hearing Moss's question, Anlia turned her head toward her and said:
"Besides finished weapons shops, there are also blacksmith shops around here where you can have weapons custom-made."
"But custom-made weapons take quite a long time. For now, I can only take you to buy finished weapons and armor."
Anlia hadn't been to this area before. After all, even though Hill City was only a small city, it was impossible to explore the whole place in a single day.
Moss nodded and looked around curiously as she walked.
The roads here were covered in standing water. Dozens of crisscrossing wagon tracks made the entire road look even more uneven and muddy.
The soil here was black. Coal fragments were scattered everywhere across the road, then crushed into powder and mixed into the mud beneath passing carriages.
On both sides of the road, flickering flames could occasionally be seen inside the somewhat dilapidated shops.
As figures swung hammers before the flames, crisp clangs rang out amid showers of sparks. It seemed as if the temperature in the air had risen several degrees.
It really feels like the Middle Ages...
As Moss walked, a faint smile appeared on her face.
From a society with modern technology, to