Nine Calamities

'Dang... Dang... Dang...' In the early morning, next to the pier next to the blast furnace in the blacksmith shop, next to a small pier less than a foot above the ground, a three-foot-tall boy was struggling to swing a small hammer and hit a piece of red-hot iron. The interval between each blow was very long, five breaths long, but the child swinging the hammer really held back his energy. This is a new book by a veteran author. It is his first foray into the realm of fantasy. I hope you will support it. New book, please give me lots of favorites, flowers, and comments. If you have any comments or suggestions, please leave a message. The author will refer to it. Thank you all. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.