Wait until the sky visibly darkened a bit more, the wind started howling through the gaps in the roof, the crowd had also wrapped themselves tightly with multiple layers of fabric and finished preparing, ready to set off and return at any time. The Bull-headed man Johannes looked at the children around him, sighed, and finally nodded in agreement to Jasmine's invitation.
However, he did not follow Jasmine right now. Inside his blacksmith shop, there were still many belongings stored, all things he had accumulated bit by bit with his sweat and hard work over the years.
Among them were not only daily necessities but also his tools for making a living by forging iron: the familiar sledgehammer, the heavy iron anvil, and the kiln tongs. They could not just be abandoned and wasted here. If Johannes wanted to build a career in a new place, he naturally had to move his entire fortune—his blacksmith shop—along with him.
