The Author's POV

Chapter 309

—Clang! —Clang!

Following Ghorlorz, soon the sound of metal being pounded sounded. The air became hotter, and the pungent smell lingering in the atmosphere became even more pervasive. My face twisted slightly as a result.

"That is t—Clang!"

The heavy sound of the metal being pounded became louder as we neared the location. As a result, I had a hard time understanding what Ghorlorz was trying to say.

"What did you say!"

I raised my voice.

"What I'm trying to—Clang!"

Once again, his voice was drowned out by the sound of metal being pounded. Finally, fed up, Ghorlorz grabbed my shoulder and pointed towards the distance where an enormous building stood.

"Is that the place?"

I slowly mouthed with my mouth, to which he nodded his head.

Raising my hand and giving him an 'OK' sign, I saluted Ghorloz and separated from him. The only reason why he was accompanying me was because he wanted to apologize for his earlier actions.

He didn't actually need his weapon repaired, so once he brought me to the location, we separated.

Arriving before the large building, I put my hand on the handle of the glass door and pushed it open.

Ci— Clank—!

Entering the building, the heat intensified, and droplets of sweat started to fall from the side of my face.

The interior of the building followed a minimalistic style. There were no signs of any other decorations besides a reception and a couple of sofas. Behind the reception was a young dwarven girl who greeted me with a smile.

"Welcome, what would you—"

"It's you human."

Just as she was about to greet me, she was cut off by another dwarf. Instantly her eyes opened wide, and she bowed her head.

"S-sir Malvil!"

"Malvil?"

Hearing a familiar voice, I turned my head and spotted Malvil, the blacksmith I had met before.

Wiping his forehead with a white towel, he dropped it by the reception counter and asked.

"What be ye doing here?"

Tapping on my bracelet, I flashed my worn down sword.

"Trying to get this fixed."

To be honest, the sword was not very good, and the only reason I was using that was because I did not know that we were about to face a war.

I would've bought a new one if I had known.

Taking the sword, Malvin scowled as he examined it. Slashing it around, the scowl on his face grew. Turning his head, he asked.

"You want ta get this trash fixed?"

"...Yes."

Though true, his words were a bit harsh.

"Hmm, it's pretty heavily damaged."

"Fought quite a bit."

Killed seventeen demons and a baron ranked one with it. This was only natural.

—Clank! —Clank!

Tossing the sword to the side as though it was garbage, Malvin's face became serious. Turning to face me, he suddenly asked.

"Do ye really want ta improve your swordsmanship?"

Seeing how serious he was, my back straightened.

"Yes! "

No ounce of hesitation was in my voice when I answered.

What kind of question was that?

Of course, I wanted to. Recalling what I had been through for the pasts few months, my mind became even firmer.

Never again did I want to feel so helpless!

Malvil and I locked eyes for the next couple of seconds before he sighed and turned around.

"Alright, wait for me here."

"Hm? Where are you going?"

to the back. Looking at the similarly clueless

of leaving, he soon came back with an object covered by a white cloth. The outline looked like

eyes instantly lit

planning on giving me

heart started to beat

me, Malvil directly handed me the

"Take it."

"Is this..."

"Yes, it's a sword."

My eyes lit up.

I soon unwrapped the white cloth covering

sight of the

my gaze between the sword and

I supposed to use

"Correct."

an amused smirk on

'Is this a joke?'

at the sword in my hand,

brought out the sword, I didn't think he would bring me an old

"Huuu.."

There had to be a good

you gave me the

his arms crossed, Malvil bluntly

wanted to

"Yes."

exactly what I

was this crappy

want ta get stronger, tha sword be tha

the sword,

sword was, I can tell that yer nae efficiently using it. A good swordsman treats their sword as though it be their

old worn-out sword, he placed it on the table and pointed towards the right side of

incorrectly. Ye shou''ve cushioned a bit o' tha

to me, my head subconsciously nodded every time he

that he was able to point out the flaws with my sword style just

came to

"I understand."

finger on the sword he had given me, I realized what his intention was when

best not to crack the sword, he was trying

ones. As well as

never break. Once I achieved that,

"Thank you."

sword. However, before I could do that, I was stopped

"What are you doing?"

"...Ah?"

I tilted my head.

my hand,

"Put that down."

"W-whhat?"

sword in my hand, he

to use

if it breaks

trying this method, I'd be in trouble if the sword broke, even more so if

Malvil did not seem to care, as

you again once I

"..."

I

he really trying to send me on the

"Seriously?"

Malvil put

if ye do it that

"...ugh, alright, fine."

I gave

doing was for my benefit. If what he said really

you for today,

speaking, Malvil once again cut me

be

"I'm leaving."

Malvil

I had already gotten

Malvil opened his palm and pinched

would be 80 achievements points for

"..."

moment, just a moment, I envisioned a

WHIIIII—! WHIIIII—!

plot armour protected Malvil, the sirens started to ring at

thinking, Malvin's face darkened. Putting both of his hands on my

once you come

he could push me out of

I need something

"What is it?"

He shouted in annoyance.

his

you

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Dosha! Dosha! Dosha!

to plummet down from

"How is the situation?"

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