"Do you have a spare workshop for us?"
Even after Eve asked this question, the receptionist was nowhere to be seen. While there was some rustling among the various documents and papers stacked on each other, it was probably caused by some small animals like rats or hafragans.
Only after a long while, the rustling intensified before a random head suddenly poked out of the mountain of documents!
"Oh, yeah, you can go to the door fourteen. You can use it for the rest of the day. From what I remember, a moment ago someone brought an entire package of all kinds of materials and tools, so you really owe the sect master now!"
Oh, and here goes the elaborate plan to make a good impression on me! Well, it's nothing that I can blame the sect master for. Attending to the guests was a common courtesy back on earth as well!
"Can you show me the doors, I'm not too sure where can I find them…"
While I intend to work at my crafting alone, I really have no idea where can I find the described room. With a noble image that I tried so hard to create and maintain, asking for such a mundane thing would cause some ripples on the water painting that I drew for the audience!
"Sure, I would love to be of use for you!"
"Blop!"
"Charm skill raised!"
HOW!
How can a simple small talk keep raising the level of my damn charm! Well, no use thinking about it. It's not like I have any attribute points left for reckless spending on other Bonger! This pitiful five that I still hoarder for the critical situations are my lifeline if anything were to happen to me.
Walking back through the corridor, we swiftly arrive at the door marked with exquisite writing of a simple number. Who could've thought that you can put so much love into damn writing!
"Okay then, thanks for your help! I don't know what would I do without you here!"
Finally, it's time to get rid of my goddess. I have no idea what kind of outcome should I expect from this little experiment of mine. While the constant Blopping of the Bonger gives me some idea of how I can attain new abilities, there is no way I can say anything for certain. In the end, this system… TFU! Bonger is still a mystery for me!
"Can't you let me watch? I would love to learn something from your mysterious way of meditation!"
What Eve says doesn't really matter, as when she said the first word, her body already glued to my arm. As a man, with a raging boner at that, I would be laughed out by my ancestors if I were able to focus on her world when two insanely soft mounds were squishing on the back of my arm!
"Ugh, I don't mind it really, but could you please let me go? I won't be able to calm down like that…"
My mind, soul and body scream with disgust! How could I act like that when she was so clearly on me! But all of that is nothing! If my idea realises itself, there will be loads of girls like her waiting for the smallest swing of my finger!
When she let go of my arm with an adorable chuckle, I realise that despite all my experience from being bullied on earth, I wasn't ready to deal with the girls. Who could've known that this fatal weakness would prove to be so… fatal so soon!
Finally freed, I enter the room with Eve following me closely behind. To be honest, to say that I'm confused would be an understatement. With the walls bristling with a shitload of various intricate tools, I just stay petrified in place.
How am I supposed to start smithing, when I can't even see a single hammer! Only when I force myself to move and sort through various shovels, hooks and portable bellows. Those are the only names that I can associate to specific equipment with my level of knowledge!
It took me a good five minutes to find a simple hammer and an ingot of a simple iron. I have to admit here, that if not for the help of the Bonger, I wouldn't be able to say for certain that its this basic metal at all!
Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself mentally for what is about to come. With the metal lying on the anvil, the only idea that I have about being a smith is to repeatedly pound this bit of ore with my small hammer.
Okay, the faster I get this over with, the better! Hesitating like that won't help anything! If my hopes won't bear any fruit, I will still be able to sell those ingredients on the market and live lavishly for rather a long time!
SMASH!
Nothing happens. Except for the vibrations being transferred to my hand obviously. How the hell are all the blacksmiths around the world used to do this?!
My concentration breaks, when I hear a small laugh coming from behind.
"You need to heat up the ingot first! Even if I'm not a smith myself, I know that much!"
Curse you Eve! You invited here yourself and now you will burn all my nonexistent confidence down? What is so fun with an amateur making a fool of himself! Oh, according to my own words I love to play around the smith…
"There is nothing funny about that. Hammering the cold metal is just a sign of respect for both the God's that created it and the miners that ripped it out of the earth claws. How could I disrespect all of them by avoiding my fair dose of pain?"
As always, I bullshit my way out of the trouble without so much as a blink. While that puts me in quite an uncomfortable position when I have to smash this bit of iron at least a few more times, its better than losing face!
SMASH!
With the waves of vibrations reverberating through my hand, I grith my hand and raise the small hammer over my head again. This time, I will use all the strength that I have!
FUCK IT!
In the moment of desperation, I silently invoke my status and add all the leftover points to the strength.
See Donger? I made my contribution! Now stop making things hard for me!
SMASH
"Blop!"
"Acquired smithing!"
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