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.

“…?”

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

a long

“Why are you here…?”

He thought he had no regrets about his life, but he couldn’t help feeling relieved. Tears poured down

“Have you been well?”

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

Man, you

“Ah…!”

He was recognized. It was his first 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

next few

you

Float.

floated in the air

workspace. I

was at that

think about the old blacksmith who

quest ‘Blacksmith’s Affection’ has

[Blacksmith’s Affection]

Difficulty: B

and will! You have Pagma’s humanitarian ideology of using ‘blacksmithing to benefit other

an old blacksmith who passed his

heart is

Conditions: Protect

Smith will be

to his effort. He has the qualities of a fine blacksmith.

Reward: The skill ‘Blacksmith’s Affection’ will be

Smith’s life isn’t

[Blacksmith’s Affection]

NPC blacksmith,

will be loyal to you for life and will share with you every

[Quest is in progress.]

“Wow.”

Blacksmith’s Rage. He had come to deliver armor to

different from what

a good person was damaged. But his thoughts changed a bit after being rewarded

left the smithy. Then his high insight detected exactly 15 Yatan followers nearby. Grid wore Malacus’ Cloak and

“Pagma’s Swordsmanship, Wave!”

absolute dignity. The energy waves

‘Blacksmith’s Affection’ has been

will be

‘Good, good.’

attention 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 on. Regas, Pon, Jishuka and Vantner

the Malacus raid. With their current

the other side. Jishuka and Vantner were

“This side is urgent.”

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pant… Damn!

was at the bottom. The damage he suffered was so much that his potions cooldown time couldn’t keep

“Die!”

“Divine punishment!”

focus their attacks on Vantner. In the end, Jishuka made

Kaaang!

defend Vantner’s side from the black knight’s attack, causing her to cough up blood. Vantner cried out, “What

you have the

“Ugh…”

Tzedakah Guild quit L.T.S. and moved to Satisfy, Vantner made his character a tanker. He was a damage dealer in L.T.S. so the guild members expressed concern. But Vantner was stubborn.

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

“Tanker? No.”

his stat points into

have I been told that a tanker doesn’t suit me? If Garcia had

“…”

as Vantner was feeling depressed, “After this situation, distribute

Malacus raid, I have been distributing as much stat points as possible into stamina. I will now go

“Okay.”

the fullest. Then flames started appearing at the end of the arrowhead. She was poised to

“Jishuka?”

front of them? Wasn’t it a death wish? The confused Vantner tried to stop her. But

out all the enemies here. You should recover as quickly as possible

1% of experience, so someone dying and losing 20% of their experience could drop the

let her

I will

at the

an idiot? If you die then I won’t

have suffered

suffered 2,550

is reduced by

was hit by magic attacks. But she

Hwaruruk!