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The will of the solitary blacksmith was finally broken. With a wave of his hand, he swept all the tools off the table and onto the floor, tore Emilia’s dress, turned her around, leaned her against the table, pulled down his pants, grabbed the elf girl by the hair with one hand and by the neck with the other, and began to demonstrate his talent and experience. During the process, he called the girl a dirty elf whore and other insults, and was generally very rude. When he was finished, he held Emilia by the hair, lowered her to her knees, and said:
- You’ll never have enough... Tomorrow, at the same time. I might even give you a helmet for free if you work well for a few days. Now get out of here, - the blacksmith pointed to another door, which led directly from the forge to the street.

Emilia was satisfied both morally and physically. Now, however, she needed to go and change.
- Ooh, yes, you really are a TALENTED master. I would come here tomorrow even without an invitation! However, you are mistaken about my ability to pay. I will leave the helmet with you to reinforce my motivation. Who knows how else we might use it. However, I know what the costs of materials and the investment of your own efforts are. I would be pleased with such a gift, but I would prefer to cover the expenses. And I will not refuse a discount as a bulk buyer, so it is better to think by tomorrow what we can design in my mansion. Goodbye, Mr. Kahn! - her farewell was languid and full of admiration. She was not flattering the blacksmith; he knew what he was doing. The girl hurried back to her place to change, and then to watch Etal fight.

Damn mobile internet. It crashed right when I was writing a long post. I was scolding you, Nebok, for tearing my girl’s outfit. I hope it wasn’t my combat gear?