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.

that I look like I’m going to eat a

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 of the past, Pagma had a

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, but Pagma's Descendant!

“Pagma's Descendant...!”

name finally regained

died

longer in this world. No matter how evil he used to be, even he can’t crawl out of

baffled when he saw

also feeling

moment Grid had

I should’ve beat

if he just died comfortably? He should’ve died in terrible

the hundreds of dwarves, including those pressed against the window, stared at him. Grid knew it because he was a

is carrying is among the top 10 swords that

gaiters. There is the energy of two gods? I

better

take apart those

Gasp, gasp, gasp.

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 of work. It was natural. Grid’s equipment included myth rated items. His works

felt admiration. A

at all. There is only a glossy surface just

that he can’t achieve any rapport

It was normal to be displeased when the works he poured all his passion and effort into, the materials he collected after risking his

you swear at Pagma, but... I can’t listen to

his pride just because he was in a bad

all the experience he

work of others?” Grid declared coldly and

didn’t back down.

also evaluate

evaluated all our work until you selected an item from the stands.

least I don’t sell my conscience to

Is it

Tang!

owner of this hairstyle 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

too sloppy to be called

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

“This...?!”

dwarves widened and Grid

have a great

in the God Hands

son of a

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