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.

“…?”

opened his eyes. Then he witnessed the follower coughing up blood after being stabbed in the heart with an arrow. There was a young man smiling from

a long

“Why are you here…?”

life? He thought he had no regrets about

“Have you been well?”

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

you

“Ah…!”

heart started pounding. He was recognized. It was his first time in 66 years. It wasn’t an ordinary person, but a great blacksmith! Smith rose all

few years. Continue… I want to

you can work more. This

Float.

air and gazed into

workspace. I

at

old blacksmith who overcame his limits

‘Blacksmith’s Affection’ has

[Blacksmith’s Affection]

Difficulty: B

are the successor of Pagma’s techniques and will! You have Pagma’s humanitarian ideology of using

an old blacksmith who passed his limit has

heart is

Conditions: Protect

The lifespan of Smith will

a late bloomer thanks to his effort. He has the qualities of

Acceptance Reward: The skill ‘Blacksmith’s

Smith’s

[Blacksmith’s Affection]

maximum affinity with an NPC blacksmith, you can raise their skill

life and will share

[Quest is in progress.]

“Wow.”

met Khan he Winston, he became angry in the same manner and learned the skill Blacksmith’s Rage. He had come to deliver armor to Vantner, only to

the world is different

a good

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

“Pagma’s Swordsmanship, Wave!”

an absolute dignity. The energy waves from Failure instantly killed

quest ‘Blacksmith’s Affection’ has

will be extended

‘Good, good.’

and turned his 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 weren’t present, but

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

gaze to the other side. Jishuka and Vantner were isolated in an area

“This side is urgent.”

***

pant… Damn! You

at the bottom. The damage he suffered was so much that his potions

“Die!”

“Divine punishment!”

clever believers started to focus their attacks on Vantner.

Kaaang!

to defend Vantner’s side 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

“Do you have the ability to

“Ugh…”

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

and slow hunting speed didn’t suit him. In order to level up properly,

“Tanker? No.”

to feel the pleasure of playing alone, Vantner started to put his stat points into strength. He forgot his original intentions of tanking for the guild

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

“…”

as Vantner was feeling depressed, “After this situation, distribute your stat points

the Malacus raid, I have been distributing as much stat points as

“Okay.”

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

“Jishuka?”

knights in front of them? Wasn’t it a death wish? The confused Vantner tried to stop her. But Jishuka had already made up

should recover as quickly as possible and join the guild

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

her make the

I will die

at

idiot? If you die then I won’t be able to escape by myself. Just

suffered 2,800

have suffered

reduced by 30% and your

magic attacks. But she didn’t

Hwaruruk!