77 Hustril

"If you don't accept my proposal. You will lose a hand, a leg, an eye...and... Ah, yes, an ear." He grinned and asked. "What do you say?"

"I'll work for two years." He said and nodded vigorously as if he was made for working in his shop. However, only he knew the condition of his heart. He wanted to cry but no tears came out of his eyes; he wanted to scream but didn't dare to; he wanted to complain but had no courage. In the end, he could only sigh with self-pity.

"Alright, tell me, why do you want Black Iron?" Kadyn said with great interest. 

Hot Rod eyed Kadyn and shook his head, suppressing his depression before replying. "That metal isn't Black Iron."

"Ohh, then what kind of metal is that?" Kadyn asked, eager to know more.

"Hustril." He replied.

"Hustril?" Kadyn frowned as he had never heard this term before. "What kind of metal is that?"