Overgeared

Chapter 116

“Put that decoration here!”

“Hey, the new curtain color doesn’t match the wallpaper. Change it back to the previous one.”

“Chef! Is the food preparation finished?”

“There’s dust left on the carpet! Clean again!”

80 servants working in Winston Castle were busy. In a little while, Winston’s top VIP would be here. Earl Steim was the one who invited the VIP, but he didn’t look pleased.

‘I don’t like it….’

Irene was Earl Steim’s only child. She was truly a lovely daughter. He was confident that she was the most beautiful and gentlest woman in the world. Therefore, he thought that her husband should at least be the prince of another country.

Then!

His precious daughter, famous for being aloof in social circles, had her heart taken by a con artist! What a blunder!

“Hum hum hum~” Irene was smiling happily and humming to herself. She seemed like a new bride waiting for her husband.

Earl Steim’s expression became increasingly darker. ‘That person called Grid… No matter how I think about it, he’s just a scammer.’

Grid was the hero who saved Winston from the Mero Company and previous lord, and the one who made the Sword of Self-transcendence that was a new heirloom in their family. Above all, he saved Irene’s life.

No, wasn’t it just words?

He couldn’t believe that the young blacksmith who made the best sword would be skilled enough in the sword to kill Malacus, one of the Eight Servants, and rescue Irene from the remaining Yatan followers.

It was impossible the more he thought about it. Perhaps Irene was deceived by him?

‘My daughter… You’re being fooled by a scammer… You don’t have any eye for men. Come on Grid! I will reveal that you are a scammer!’

“Lord Earl.”

A young man approached Earl Steim. His blond hair made him look like he was the protagonist of a romantic drama. His luxurious attire and elegant demeanor made it obvious that he was a noble.

His name was Bland de Ian. He was the son of Earl Ashur, lord of the south, and a disciple of Earl Steim. In addition, he was Irene’s childhood friend. Having adored Irene since childhood, he was filled with greater anger and jealousy than Earl Steim.

“I’ve thought about it all night, and that person called Grid is definitely a con artist.”

Earl Steim nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. So let’s wait for him to come. We will reveal the truth!”

“Yes!”

Then after a while.

Earl Steim, Bland and Irene anxiously waited for Grid with different feelings. Grid was delivered by a knight and kneeled down in front of Earl Steim.

“I greet the great lord of the north, Earl Steim.”

Grid usually wore scruffy beginner’s clothing, but he was worried about meeting nobles. On the way to the castle, he stopped by a clothing store and bought clothes worth one gold. But while the one gold clothes might seem luxurious for beginners, it looked cheap even for mid level users, and the materials weren’t good. In the eyes of the nobles, he was like a beggar.

‘His appearance is shabby…’

it wasn’t at a special level. There wasn’t one element

if you are a

a mistake. Originally when greeting the nobility, it was

after not meeting nobles for a

noble with the name ‘Bland’ over his

is that jerk so

he was brought here. He was the creator of the Sword of Self-transcendence and the hero who saved both Winston and Irene, so Earl Steim was probably going to reward his achievements. But instead of

However, he remained patient.

noble… Earl

smiled and

greets the

I am glad to meet you.

My main vocation is a blacksmith, and

manage to defeat Malacus. Shouldn’t you be the

didn’t defeat Malacus alone. It was

that you defeated dozens of Yatan followers? Irene

so weak that I could deal with them with my shallow

so insignificant, how have they troubled the soldiers and people of this land for decades? Is it true that your opponents were the Yatan followers? In the first place, was it the Yatan Church

Earl Steim was pushing the conversation in a strange direction.

I sold you the Sword of Self-transcendence and saved your daughter’s life, but

had tried to show humility because the other person was a noble. Grid’s face turned red as Irene came forward, “Father! What do

got up from his seat. Then he spoke bluntly. “Grid! I’m sorry, but aren’t you too suspicious? You’re the greatest blacksmith on the continent and the

“Yes, My Lord!”

Chaang!

pulled out his sword like he had been waiting.

‘Yes, this is better.’

resolve their doubts. Grid thought positively and pulled Dainsleif out of

how it is! Yes, my swordsmanship isn’t shallow! I will show

I

aimed his sword

Chaaeng!

“…?!”

of his body applied was rendered ineffective by that big sword in

guess he trained up his strength

compete with strength, so he used the repulsive force to spin in the air and land. Then he lowered his

to the ground. Bland’s sword flying

‘He’s good at fighting!’

that Grid was a scammer due to his appearance, but what was this?

“Cough…”

coughed out some gastric juices. Grid stood over him and said, “You are like a kid who only fought in your house… No, I’m sorry

“T-This guy…!”

a level of 200. Yet he was overwhelmed by Grid who was only level 114. It was inevitable. Grid’s stats were high enough to be considered level 200, and the items

Earl Ashur was one of the best magicians in the Eternal Kingdom. He’d also inherited his father’s talent for magic. That’s right. He was a magic swordsman. It wasn’t attack or defense magic, but buff and debuffs which were the most powerful in

“Sword’s Grace! Armor’s Will!”

was

“Storm’s Fury!”

stirred around Bland. The wind magic increased the speed

I will

regained his confidence, “I am the youngest son of the great magician, Earl Ashur! It is possible

“Earl Ashur…?”