A scorched morning,
Clank!*
Clank!*
Clank!*
Today was just the same as any other day at the old blacksmith Derrick's smithy.
The furnaces blazed furiously, hammering sounds rang out and acted like a magnet, occasionally drawing in a few unlucky donkeys only to get their ass kicked out by his weird temper.
"Ptui! Fuck you, old man, have my words. I will never come here again in this life! Not a chance!"
In front of the smithy, an Adventurer indignantly dusting away the dirt on his clothes and cussing as he gets up from the ground. Without a doubt, he just gets trashed.
Yet, before he could have any time to say anything else, a lump of iron ore suddenly come flying straight to his face.
"Fu—"
Piyu!
A fresh blood mist rained on the ground, and the Adventurer was flung backward as his body spun gracefully.
Seeing this familiar scene play out, the other store and stall owners gathered and prattled—the usual everyday chatters.
"Pfft! Haha, it looked like Derrick's at it again today. This scene never gets old, ain't it. But his throwing skill has improved, it seems. That guy was spinning one extra time than the others earlier."
"Why bother setting up a smithy if he is going to kick out customers like that? Tsk tsk. Look at me. I have to scream all day, man. In and out, yet, barely anyone is coming to my stall for a business."
"That madman, how envious, if I have such skill in forging, I wouldn't even be here and chat with you bunches."
"Oh? You don't say."
"All blacksmiths with fire attribute War Soul has a hot temper, but he is on another level. His balls are tough and big to behave like that, but what a pity. Haiii..."
In an instant, the other suddenly turn silent.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"The hell? Why are you all looking at me like that?!"
"Give me a cold beer. I'm thirsty."
"That's 50 copper coins."
"What? I thought we are friends."
"Not when it comes to money."
"Tsk, what a cheapskate!"
"Oh? Someone else is going in his smithy again. That oddball sure is fortunate. Maybe, just maybe, we should thrash our customers too..."
"Shut it, you stupid."
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Entering the smithy, Mu Suyin casually glanced around out of habit and announced, "Hey, we are here. Is the spear ready?"
Despite the constant noises of hammering metal, her voice was clear and meticulously rang to the back of the smithy.
Suddenly—
The sounds of beating hammer ceased.
"You come just in time."
Emerging from behind a half-opened door, Derrick spoke plainly, thick beads of sweats covering his features and bronze sculpted upper figure, "I just finished with the spear. Come and take a look. It's still cooling down at the moment."
Following Derrick's suggestion, they went to the back of the smithy.
Through the door, Mu Suyin instantly felt that the heat was almost ten times greater than before.
After just barely half a minute, and Myah was already sweating profusely.
Back at the village, the little guy usually practiced under the sun and have long gotten used to the heat, his healthy and perfectly tanned skin was the best proof.
But, the temperature here was too high, it's too much—this was no different than being steamed alive!
Luckily, with Myah's newly acquired talent
Although
Moreover, Myah also recently discovered another thing about the crystalline screen's function. It happened when grandma Suyin explained to him about Bumpkin's new innate talent.
The 'Status' can add and improvise information, descriptions on the talents and skills only when he uncovered them, which has already happened on multiple occasions.
Oppositely, if he doesn't have any idea or information on his skill or ability, the 'status' will only show their names.
To this discovery, Myah didn't find it any significant other than serving as a reminder.
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"Ha, it's barely even a minute, and ye little kid can't hold on already?" Looking at Myah's flustered expression, Old Derrick smirked and boasted proudly, "And here I thought you have some strength, daring to show me the attitude yesterday? I could stay here all day, every day. Look at you, how embarrassing!"
Ashamed, Myah quickly snorted and whispered meekly, "I don't care."
"Pft, compared to me. You are still too young, boy." Just as Derrick's eyes landed on Bumpkin, he was momentarily startled.
'What the—it was still a Grass Horse yesterday... Am I getting too old?'
They waited and talked for a while.
...
Following the sizzling noises, Mu Suyin's gaze landed on the large rectangular vessel of boiling liquid.
Taking a closer look, she soon discovered what's inside, "Is this the one?"
"Oh? You do have a sharp eye."
Once the thick liquid in the vessel stopped bubbling, Old Derrick, with his bare hand, reached in and retrieved a five and a half feet long dark-colored spear.
Although the unknown liquid appeared calm on the surface, the temperature was anything but ordinary.
Each time a droplet dripped onto the ground, the sand immediately reacted and made hissing noises along with heavy black smokes.
"Here, take it!"
Old Derrick casually tossed the spear into the air after he wiped it with a dirty rag. As a response, Mu Suyin smoothly grabs it in the middle without any stretch.
Clang!
For a second, the spear seems to vibrate.
It sounded as if two-piece of metal has collided.
Fully forged from Dark Iron, the entire pole of the spear was black, with irregular, rugged, but polished marks of heavy hammering.
Such texture gave one a firm grab and a sense of power—the spearhead was also solid and sturdy, including the same rough hammer patterns as the pole.
If she were to speculate, he probably has repeatedly hammered this spearhead more than a hundred times. Such a feat was difficult without the necessary skill and great material.
"To purely forged this spear from the regular material, Black Iron, and made it close to being a Rank 1 weapon. I didn't expect you to be so skilled."
"Anyway, the quality of this work is great, better than what I have initially asked for," After Mu Suyin inspected the spear in her hand, she nodded, then looked at Old Derrick strangely, "Are you sure this spear only cost 100 low-grade Spirit Stones?"
She didn't doubt her judgment.
Although this was only a short spear and is not at the standard regular size, with this quality almost comparable to a Rank 1 weapon, it would still easily fetch about two to five hundred low-grade Spirit Stones.
"Blah blah blah, whatever, just paid the rest and outta here." Suddenly throwing a temper, Old Derrick shook his hand and chased them away with an annoyed expression. "By the way, I do repair works too."
Seeing Derrick briefly look at Myah as he spoke, Mu Suyin smiled faintly. Since they are not welcome anymore, she left the other 50 low-grade Spirit Stones on the same table and left the smithy.