Overgeared

Chapter 152

The smithy in Bairan Village was very good. Until Khan appeared, the blacksmith there was the best blacksmith in the north. But his disciple Smith wasn’t as talented. Smith was 66 this year. He had been working as a blacksmith for 50 years, but he was still a beginner blacksmith.

“Oh my, Mister Smith’s farm equipment breaks down so quickly?”

“I have to go to another village to buy farm equipment.”

“Uncle Smith should’ve become a miner instead.”

“Haha, right. He is just as good with a pickaxe as a miner.”

He lived in the area for a few decades, but people still gossiped about him behind his back. Then what about the travellers?

“Dammit, Bairan Village is good, but the blacksmith is rubbish. I can’t get anything decent from the smithy.”

“The hunting grounds here are for high levels, but why is the blacksmith so inferior? Damn!”

“But isn’t he good at making Jaffa Arrows? The price is also cheap. They aren’t bad for a fight.”

“Not bad is the problem.”

It was like this almost every day for decades. Smith was blamed for being incompetent. No matter how hard he tried, it was useless. He reminded himself of his mentor’s teachings and repeatedly trained in controlling the fire and iron every day, but his abilities didn’t increase. It felt like a witch had cursed him.

“I don’t want to give up now…”

Every young man in the village dreamed of being a miner, but avoided becoming a blacksmith. So he had no disciples. Furthermore, he was old. Sooner or later, the lord would make him retire.

Smith wanted to become an intermediate blacksmith before then. He wanted to prove his worth. He lived all his life with iron, but he was going to die as a beginner blacksmith? It was obvious that people would scoff and laugh every time they saw his grave. He didn’t want to be insulted even after death.

‘Try to remember.’

Smith closed his eyes in front of the anvil. He recalled the young man a few months who he had briefly taught. The young man’s name was Grid. His appearance was bad, but he managed to make the Special Jaffa Arrows.

‘How did he do it?’

Smith tried. He tried not to miss a single one of Grid’s movements when handling the fire and iron. Time flowed continuously. Before he knew it, the moon sank and it became dawn. The sky brightened.

Flash!

Finally, Smith opened his eyes.

Kaaang! Kaaang!

There were no wasted movements. He handled the fire and minerals in a more orderly manner than before.

Kaaang~!

Before he knew it, the sun had risen to the middle of the sky. But Smith was in a trance. He didn’t feel the passing time or even hunger. He didn’t even realize that people were screaming outside the smithy. With the fire and hammer, he just worked at smelting and tempering the mineral.

And.

“Oh…! Ohhhh!”

Someone spoke to him. Enlightenment suddenly came. It was true. Smith crossed the wall that had been blocking him for 50 years. He was so thrilled that tears poured out. He held the newly created ‘Special Jaffa Arrow’ and literally fell to the ground.

“Haha…! Hahaha! I’m glad… I’m glad…”

The aftereffect didn’t go away. Smith stroked the arrow like a cherished child as he kept crying. His last desperate effort had been rewarded. Then the door of the smithy opened.

“Infidel, you will be judged.”

“…?”

Someone suddenly stormed into the smithy. It was a believer of the Yatan Church. What was this? Smith questioned the sudden situation and looked outside through the open door of the smithy.

The village was filled with fire. The screams of people were constantly heard. Now Smith grasped the situation.

“The Yatan Church has invaded…”

Ddubeok. Ddubeok.

The follower slowly approached. Then he pointed his dagger at Smith.

“Die, Infidel.”

Smith laughed heartily, “Haha… Yes. I can die. I already have no one.”

He had finally overcome the limitations. If anyone found the arrow he left behind, they would know he was no longer a beginner blacksmith. Then Smith closed his eyes.

‘I can face Master.’

He felt the eerie anticipating of the dagger approaching his heart.

Puok!

There was a strange sound. A bloody mess spread quickly. But he didn’t feel any pain.

“…?”

being stabbed in the heart with an arrow. There was a young man smiling from behind the

been a long time?

“Why are you here…?”

saved his life? He thought he had no regrets about his life, but he couldn’t

“Have you been well?”

It was a big hand filled with calluses. It was undoubtedly the hand of a blacksmith. Grid chuckled and pulled

you made wonderful

“Ah…!”

time in 66 years. It wasn’t an ordinary person, but a great blacksmith! Smith rose all the way to an advanced blacksmith due to the enlightenment of one night. He could feel the

few years. Continue… I want

patted Smith’s shoulders. “Of course, you can work more. This

Float.

the air and gazed into Smith’s

I

was at that

old blacksmith who overcame his

Affection’ has

[Blacksmith’s Affection]

Difficulty: B

have Pagma’s humanitarian ideology of using ‘blacksmithing to

blacksmith who passed his limit

old blacksmith whose heart

Clear Conditions:

Clear Rewards: The lifespan of Smith will be

He has the qualities of a fine blacksmith. Extending his

skill ‘Blacksmith’s Affection’ will be

Smith’s life isn’t

[Blacksmith’s Affection]

you have the maximum affinity with an NPC blacksmith,

blacksmith who received your teachings will be loyal to you for life and will share with you every time they learn new

[Quest is in progress.]

“Wow.”

angry in the same manner and learned the skill Blacksmith’s

different

guys received profits, while a good person was

insight detected exactly 15 Yatan followers

“Pagma’s Swordsmanship, Wave!”

dignity. The energy waves from Failure

‘Blacksmith’s Affection’ has been

be extended

‘Good, good.’

to the center of the village. The Tzedakah Guild were facing the old man Neberius playing the flute and the demonkin Balak, whose body was bubbling up like lava. But the guild members still seemed to be hanging

the time of the Malacus raid. With their current power, won’t they just

Vantner were isolated in an area where the houses

“This side is urgent.”

***

pant… Damn! You lousy

he suffered was so much that his potions cooldown time couldn’t keep up and he was on the verge

“Die!”

“Divine punishment!”

believers started to focus their attacks on Vantner.

Kaaang!

from the black knight’s attack, causing her to cough up blood. Vantner cried out, “What are you doing? I’m supposed to protect you, not you protect

ridiculed him. “Do you have the ability to

“Ugh…”

a tanker. He was a damage dealer in L.T.S. so the guild members expressed concern. But Vantner was stubborn. He wanted to be in charge of a different position from L.T.S, so he chose

didn’t suit him. In order to level up properly, he

“Tanker? No.”

put his stat points into strength. He forgot his original intentions of tanking for the guild

been told that a tanker doesn’t suit me? If Garcia had become our

“…”

Vantner was

been distributing as much stat points as possible into stamina.

“Okay.”

a satisfied expression and pulled her bowstring back to the fullest. Then flames started appearing at the end of the arrowhead. She was

“Jishuka?”

her mana to get rid of the black knights in front of them? Wasn’t it a death wish? The confused Vantner

You should recover as quickly as possible and join the guild

could fluctuate with just 1% of experience, so someone dying and losing 20% of

her

I will

at

If you die then I won’t be able to

have suffered

suffered 2,550

cursed. Your defense is reduced

by magic attacks. But she

Hwaruruk!