I'm Just a Blacksmith, You Said I Killed the King?

[Traditional Western Fantasy] Renn thought it was good to be a blacksmith apprentice who traveled through a fantasy border town in the West. Having craftsmanship, green plums, a bit of knight talent, and farming with peace of mind... Ah no, blacksmithing and maintaining health is the way to go. Until the king was assassinated, a nationally wanted portrait was posted on the door, which looked exactly like him. Ren was shocked. Did I kill the king? True or false. There was no other way, so the old blacksmith helped him pack his luggage overnight and asked him to run away with the bucket. This time it was really yellow mud that fell off my crotch - it was either death or death. Fortunately, there are also golden fingers and a small bronze cauldron. Pour in clean water and it can be converted into a nutrient solution to strengthen your body; put in magic materials and it will automatically generate a bottle of the best magic potion. What a fully automatic alchemy furnace.