Overgeared

Chapter 1260

“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.

mean that I look like I’m going

be evaluated as charming. It was also a very high evaluation considering that he was being compared to Pagma. Based on the murals and memories

cheeks of the smiling Grid and set it so it could be seen well by the dwarves. Then he declared, “I told you in the beginning! He isn’t

“Pagma's Descendant...!”

hearing Pagma’s name finally regained their sense

that Pagma died

longer in this world. No matter how evil

he

him while also

Grid had this

should’ve

comfortably? He should’ve died in terrible

sighed again as the hundreds of dwarves, including those pressed against the window, stared

pretty good as Pagma's Descendant? The sword he is carrying is among the top

guards and gaiters. There is the energy of two gods? I would covet it if it

better than

to take

Gasp, gasp, gasp.

The items Grid made directly were stimulating the dwarves’ sense of craftsmanship. Those who had lived for hundreds of years witnessed numerous masterpieces, yet they were still impressed by Grid’s level

dwarves felt admiration.

There is only a glossy surface just like the garbage that

he is Pagma's Descendant that he can’t achieve any rapport with

passion and effort into, the materials he collected after

if you swear at Pagma, but... I

didn’t need to lower his pride just because

gave up his pride, he himself would be denying all the experience he had

the work of others?” Grid declared coldly and

space, causing the dwarves inside the smithy to step back with amazement. Nevertheless, a few dwarves didn’t back down.

also evaluate our

hand. “You would’ve observed and evaluated all our work until you selected an item from

least I don’t sell my conscience to do business like you

it a

Tang!

that highlighted his bigger face even more, became furious while arguing with Grid and threw his hammer. Grid wasn’t wary at all. It was because Pelot’s throwing skill was only at a rudimentary level and there

to be called a

out

“This...?!”

dwarves

have a great

the God Hands

of

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