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

very high evaluation considering that he

Morain held the cheeks of the smiling Grid and set it so it could be seen well by the dwarves. Then he declared, “I told you

“Pagma's Descendant...!”

over after hearing Pagma’s name finally regained their sense of reason. Now all the

Pagma died in

in this world. No matter how evil

when he

while also

Grid had this

should’ve beat that

comfortably? He

the window, stared at him. Grid knew it because he was a legendary blacksmith. He could

as Pagma's Descendant? The sword he is carrying is among the top 10 swords that I’ve seen so

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

he better than

want to take apart

Gasp, gasp, gasp.

numerous masterpieces, yet they were still impressed by Grid’s level of work. It was natural. Grid’s equipment included

all dwarves felt admiration. A few dwarves

all. There is only a glossy surface just

he is Pagma's Descendant that he can’t

of the dwarves’ assessment, frowned. 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

at Pagma, but... I can’t listen to my work being

just

he himself would be denying all the experience he had accumulated

others?” Grid declared coldly and

dominated the space, causing the dwarves inside the smithy to step back with amazement. Nevertheless, a few dwarves didn’t back down. They were the ones who demeaned Grid’s work. To be exact, they were craftsmen who had ‘experienced an obsession

also

and evaluated all our work until you selected an item from the stands. It is natural to evaluate all works. You should quit being a blacksmith if you don’t want to

I don’t sell my conscience to do

Is it a

Tang!

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 wasn’t any killing intent in the throw. The trajectory of

too sloppy to be

Then the God Hands came out of his

“This...?!”

dwarves widened

have a great ego

God Hands was unmatched and he took the dwarves’ response for granted. However,

son of a