Overgeared

“Pagma! You have no such thing as shame!’

“Did you come back to die?!”

‘The interest is hot.’

The dwarves were famous for devoting themselves to their work. He heard that the dwarves were the type to turn a blind eye even if a madman suddenly popped out naked. There seemed to be only one exception. A crowd appeared the moment Pagma’s name emerged.

“Everybody, out of the way! It is my job to kill Pagma!”

“Let’s torture him for 10 years instead of just killing him!”

“I will drop a hammer on his little toes.”

“......”

New dwarves were constantly gathering. It had been a long time since the room ran out in the small smithy. Grid was pressed back against the checkout counter and calmly grasped the situation.

‘Should I escape?’

Why were they raging against Pagma? Grid’s experience was too rich for such questions and confusion. He knew that most of Pagma’s actions, while for the sake of justice, had betrayed or injured others. There would naturally be resentment.

‘Sigh.’

However, he hadn’t expected Pagma to even make trouble in Talima, a blacksmith’s holy land. He planned to communicate with the dwarves using the relationship between Pagma and Milepeu (dwarf craftsman).

‘I have to give the dwarves some time to cool down before getting closer.’

It was the moment when the sighing Grid was about to pull out the sword to use Restraint...

“Hey, you guys! Calm down!” The first one to recognise Grid’s identity and the owner of the smithy, Morain, shouted at the dwarves to calm down. “Have your eyes become rotten from making failed works every day? Look closely at him! How can you see Pagma from this ordinary yet unknowingly charming face?”

“......!”

“Certainly...”

The dwarves in the front row who were close to Grid were the first ones to calm down. They grunted as they stared closely at Grid’s face.

“His appearance is ugly compared to the beautiful Pagma.”

“Yes, Pagma was trash, but his appearance was charming. On the other hand, this person is only vaguely charming.”

“His skeletal frame is bigger and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle. He looks like he is going to eat a mouse.”

“……” Grid’s eyes twitched. It was unpleasant to hear evaluations about his appearance when it was hard to tell if they were praises or curses.

it mean that I look like I’m going to eat

also a very high evaluation considering that he was being

it so it could be seen well by the dwarves. Then he declared, “I told

“Pagma's Descendant...!”

name finally regained their sense of reason. Now all the dwarves had calmed

that Pagma died

world. No matter how evil he used to be, even

when he saw the dwarves’ disappointed

also feeling

Grid

should’ve beat

just died comfortably? He

sighed again as the hundreds of dwarves, including those pressed against the window, stared at him. Grid knew it because he was a legendary blacksmith. He could

is carrying is among the top 10 swords

is the energy of two gods? I would covet it if it was a

he better

to take apart

Gasp, gasp, gasp.

who had lived for hundreds of years witnessed numerous masterpieces, yet they were

felt admiration. A few dwarves

soul at all. There is only a glossy surface just like the garbage that Pagma

that he can’t achieve any rapport with his

It was normal to be displeased when the works he poured all his passion and effort into, the materials he collected after risking his life, and the skills recognized by the blacksmithing god, were denied. The soul and rapport—Grid noticed that the concept

matter if you swear at Pagma, but... I can’t listen to my work

to lower his pride just because he was in a bad

would be denying all the experience he had accumulated and all the effort

you deserve to evaluate the work of others?” Grid declared coldly and the atmosphere

with amazement. Nevertheless, a few dwarves didn’t back down. They were the ones who

you also

an item from the stands. It is natural to evaluate all works. You should quit being a blacksmith if you don’t want to be

conscience to

Is it a

Tang!

at all. It was because Pelot’s throwing skill was only at a rudimentary level and there wasn’t any killing intent in the

too sloppy to be called

and stayed still. Then the God Hands came out of his inventory and

“This...?!”

the dwarves

have a great ego

God Hands were the result of enhancing pavranium, the best of Pagma’s legacy. Grid’s pride in the God Hands was unmatched and he took the dwarves’ response for granted.

son of a