Allan cared a lot about such past and history. Taking it to his heart when he studied history by himself was like knowing a small part of human nature. He liked it from the studying perspective, but it may as well become reality. Unlike his perception, it did indeed change when the war came to his home.

Although it changed nothing when he grew up. It could have some effects on him when he will become older. There were many people like this. Called historians, or scholars, they would be people like Triston and his master, Terg. Such people wanted wisdom in order to reach a higher realm of understanding. It was a little different from what Allan had in mind, but people approached life in many ways.

It mattered little for the current him, who had a full load of work in front of him.

Allan was currently securing the strip of leather as tight as possible around the smooth surface of the spearhead. Making the two ends tangled around each other, he put the side as low and tight as possible. In the last part as he secured it with rope, so the end of the strips can't be noticed. Although it isn't as problematic, since the person doesn't have to hold the spear in that way.

It was in his plans to do the regular leather strip handles with thin stripes around 2 sections. One in the middle part of the pole, and one in the lower part. The upper part was still about 20 centimeters from the start of the spear's edge, so one could still grab it fine. It shouldn't be that close to the spear, but it's not that bad.

This one rope was also rather special. It was not necessarily called rope by some folks. It was more of a thread of some hairs, folded together into a rope. Thin ones, but resilient and strong. Not overly thick, which was good for Allan's needs. It was made from the Iron Thorn Bush, with properties of high firmness, the more strings were put together.

It grew in a lot of places, and the seeds of the bush were the source of these threads. When one opened the seed, it would have meters of thin threads. Almost like a spider web, with similar resiliency and not sticky at all. When they come together after a long time of tangling together, it is almost impossible to destroy.

“Good,” Allan uttered this single word, as he handled it well and moved the rope of less than a centimeter wide around the leather-covered tip. Securing it in the same manner as leather, he was finished in less than 5 minutes. That included the leather strips in the lower parts of the pole, which meant he was about to end this spear.

“Uh! There we go. This won't move, even if I want it to.” Allan gripped it with both hands, and it was as tight as it could get.

In his hand was a smooth-looking pole of two meters with brown-looking leather strips. Its end went into the shiny metallic blade of the spear that ate the light from the lanterns.

“Looks marvelous,” Sarey said from a close distance to Allan. She found it very well made, and since she was in the process of making it, there was a clear bias in her heart. This was clearly better than any spear she has ever seen, so she moved closer to see it. Although, she was unsure if this was true or not since this was her own perspective and the truth was her own.

“Want to try it? It is more or less finished, but it's heavy, and some oil treatment is still needed. Sanding and the blade don't need anything else. This wooden-like surface of this bamboo was marvelous to work with. I don't regret using such expensive material.”

“You don't say. Let me see it for myself.” Sarey said in a good mood and wanted to touch the spear to see its beauty.

“Careful, it is truly sharp,” Allan warned her.

“I know. I know.” Sarey was well aware of this fact from her own blades. Those twin blades of hers were sharp ever since she got them from him.

Taking the spare to one hand, she pulled it towards her with the blunt tip on the ground.

“That is heavy for a spear, don't you think? I know this bamboo is also not the lightest, but still...”

“Well, then it is fortunate that you are not the wielder of this spear. I could probably use it myself or depending on Zigmund's words, it could be worth around 50 to 100 gold coins.”

“Just a few dozen to a hundred? I think you aren't understanding what kind of weapons you are making.” Sarey said in a surprising tone.

“I am sure I do. This price is only because of the quality of the materials. If I want to, I can start mass-producing swords for the military, which could be cheap with materials. Their quality would still be great, but I could make like 2 or 3 in a day. There would be less fun in that, but like 5 to 10 gold for each doesn't sound farfetched.” Allan argued.

“Hmmm. As long as you know. Custom works are usually expensive, and specialized ones like yours are even more impressive. Asking for 100 to 300 gold shouldn't be that excessive.”

“Specialized? What kind of specialty this mess is?” Allan ridiculed her choice of words.

“Clueless... For example, this piece of yours.” Sarey stomped the spar to the ground before continuing. “Although you spent a day forging the blade and another one for finishing touches, it is by no means slow. Others would take even a week and could even fail with forging or discover some problems.”

“Oh.. another problem with time? I don't want to be inefficient. That is a core motto of my father! Work once good, and no failures will be an issue. I know it all too well.” Allan argued, founding her words correct, but he didn't want to listen to them at the moment.

“Your father again? Maybe it is a good thing you went away from him. Always being with someone like that could cease your progress. You won't reach higher skies as a blacksmith with this kind of attitude.”

“Sarey...” Allan sighed at her word. Not wanting to hear any of that, she already talked as if she understood it better than himself.

“Am I not wrong?”

“Yes. For me, the family is equally important to me as this forging. I grew up with this, so why are you forcing my words with yours?”

“I am only trying to understand you. Your world could be different from your mind, but it is not all that bad here. You will become better than your father, anyway. That is a fact if you will hard for that.” Sarey stomped the spear with unyielding conviction.

“So stubborn. So be it, you want me to become a better figure than my father? You've never seen him yourself. What makes you think that?”

“You?” she said honestly.

Allan stood there in silence, not finding any counter method to her words. “Oh well, she has her truth, and so do I.” Allan assumed, and no longer continued with this talk.

Sarey already felt nothing more to be said. Leaning on the spear, which was quite longer than her, she looked at it with detail. Its tip almost reached the ceiling, but it still had around 20 centimeters of space. This was originally a stable, after all, with a tall ceiling.

The edge of the spear was quite tall, with more than 35 centimeters long blade. The tip was sharp to a point, and the intricate blade on one side of the spear made it seem like a good chopper as well.

“Are you going to play with the spear, or do you want to continue with any of this?” Allan asked questionably.

“No. You can do what you want. I am of no help to you, so you can work as you see fit.”

Allan grunted and grabbed another long piece of wood from before. This one was the original one he wanted to use for the spear. Already processed and not like the bamboo from before. This was pretty much average for this kind of use. Though, the kind of thing he wanted to do for the glaive could still change.

So, he started the next course of figuring this out, before finishing the last 3rd piece. The glaive weapon. Known for its use by generals and high-ranking military personnel. It needed high standards for both techniques and the wielder, so their designs could vary quite a lot.

Allan planned to do the normal kind with a straight, robust pole and secure it around the wood with thick pieces of metallic pins, or nails. Unlike when forging the spear, he already had this idea. So, he made a small thicker plate that could go by the sides of the wood. This was the second part of the method of securing the blade around the wood, which was popular in recent years. At least to his knowledge, and what Clayton taught him.

All he had to do was to process the pole a little bit more since it was a thick one. To his surprise, it was hardly processed. He voiced this concern to Zigmund when the caravan was still present, but he couldn't care less about it back then. Calling it cheap or whatever, since it was uneven, it was cheaper to buy it like this. What a joke he told since he spend hundreds of gold on the Bamboo of the Red River.

This kind of wooden pole could be for 1 or 5 gold depending on the kind of wood and there were dozens of them. Still good, and better, but they had more work for them to be great.

This was a regular practice when purchasing vast quantities of materials, and Allan could only blame him a little. This was all business, and Allan was already happy to have anything to begin with. Perhaps this was even a test for Allan, so Zigmund could see all his skills in practice.

It was a long piece of wood with uneven straightness and a thickness of about 8 to 10 centimeters. Made of Olden Oak wood, there could be some impurities all the time and varied density and weight. That left him with more work, but a time which was better, and kind of easy. All it would take was some work.

“Not as great as that bamboo. That I am sure about, but I won't waste that kind of material on everything. This piece should have been for less than gold since it is so unprocessed.” Taking this into account, Allan began the process with his carving knife once again. Doing the swings in the same motion as with that bamboo, there was no issue with it in his opinion. He could do this all day long if he wanted.

He remembered the time in the past when he used to do this all day long. For practice or whatever. Clayton wasn't the easiest teacher, but Allan knew it was for the shop and his experience. So, he never complained. Only when his hands were itchy in pain, strained, or numb from the many movements. It was a time of many burdens when he couldn't feel his hands the next day after a day like that.

Wooden chips fell in the same manner as before. Allan will work quickly and with ease, so he will finish everything today.

“This is what I am used to. Dry, but still young wood, which could work wonders with proper care.”

In no time, certain changes began to appear within its curvature. That was right. It was once again a change of plans. The curvature was what Allan wanted to try with this thicker and uneven pole. It came to his mind, as he handled and poked this wood when he first felt it. Since this pole was around meters and something long, he had another idea in mind. Securing it was pretty much mandatory with every blade like this, but there wasn't any issue with that. The thing which could be different wasn't the security of this blade itself. But the grip and the way it was curved and designed.

Some forms of glaive weaponry had incorporated forms of grips which could go for left and even right hand. It was something Allan saw through his spying session, and it wasn't something he learned from his father. Some types of long handles could be double-handed. This can cause much better handling when swinging it around like a madman while changing stances could lead to much ferocious power.

“This...Hmmm. Fine. Let's do it like this. That way, it could be much more interesting when swinging it around in both ways.”

Allan moved down into the middle parts, as well as the lower sides. There was plenty of wooden mass for a double-handled grip. The position of the blade itself took very little space from the whole length of the wooden pole. With the way he planned to implement it, it will be good enough.

Allan kept grinding the wood away and before long, it piqued Sarey's interest as she was done observing the spear. She had no idea why he was doing the pole in such a different way than the previous one. Longer kinds of weapons needed firm and straight poles. That was what was more than a common thing to do. Even she knew it quite well.

“He is doing something new and different once again?” She thought to herself and kept watching in silence, rather than bothering him once more.

In 30 minutes, Allan sidelined this pole aside. He was finished with it, as he needed to secure the blade with nails, rope, and leather strips for aesthetic purposes, and that was about that. There was no need to care too much about more. Taking the rope and leather strips around the tip was an esthetic choice as a blacksmith. He could leave it as is for the rough-looking structure.

Since he can't see, he rather went with what he thought would look better. It all went according to his conscious plan, but unlike what he only saw, the pole looked nothing but curved. With the securing done, he moved his hands against the handling part of the glaive. He was more than satisfied with how it felt with the strip, and the sanding of the wood was quite good as well.

“Good. Good!” Allan shouted as he got up.

Sarey almost jumped up beside him from his sudden act as well.

Instead of noticing her, Allan held the glaive in front of him as he turned from the table. Changing his stance from one hand to another and then both of them at the same time.

“Hmmm. What do you think?” Allan asked out loud. Knowing very well that Sarey was close. Somewhere.

“Nothing much. It looks like a fine long-range weapon. I've seen plenty of them.” Sarey tried to downplay his words a little. Calming down, she was unsure what sort of deal was with the strange handles. It was more clear to her that this thing could cleave the person in half in proper hands. That went without saying, as it was a rather massive blade, after all. With 1 meter and roughly 30-centimeter pole in height, the blade went for another 45 centimeters, so this makes the glave taller than Allan.

“Can you even move this as you wish? It must be heavy when you will swing it..” Sarey argued and took the spear back to her hand. Showing that even she can move it. Kinda slow, but it still reached her body height as she swung it around. It put a strain on her wrist, as well as her hips and back. For her, this spear wasn't optimal at all. It was too heavy, but she didn't complain.

“You know I can't see the swing?”

“Oh, you know very well what I mean.”

“It doesn't matter. The weapon will sell or I will use it when I will be able to. Simple as that.”

Sarey paused for a bit. Not faulting him for his logic, she gave up trying to argue with him for now.

“Can't argue with that. Do you even think someone will buy this and even that glaive of yours?”

“Who knows? That is Zigmund's problem. Not mine.”

“Heheheh. Good. Good. I like this sort of opinion.” Sarey laughed in approval.