Next, Chiron went back to the smithy. Thanks to Emma's help, it had been cleaned really well.
His plan was a simple one. Speak the blacksmith's language.
Chiron first took a look at the implements the blacksmith used for his work. He had to admit that even he after aligning these pieces of equipment, felt a wave of deep-seated anger for everything.
Firstly, the equipment was as primitive as it could get. Secondly, some like the forge were already damaged. Probably a courtesy of Ganja and his son's fight that led to his son's death.
The most familiar equipments in Chiron's eyes were the Anvil, Vise, Hammer, Tongs, Fullers, and Hearth.
Other than that, the others were all foreign. Naturally, he was going to use what he could remember.
Chiron roughly patched up the forge and he began on his work.
What he needed to do was show the stubborn blacksmith the light through his work. He brought out some Ore. This was not Ore from the Meteorite. It was just regular Ore.
His plan was to make something different. Something the blacksmith had never ever seen in his entire life.
And so Chiron, a boy of eight took up the blacksmith's apron and tied it around his waist. He calmed his mind down, entering that state of mind needed to create something beautiful.
Emma saw what he was doing and she joined him. Although she was not sure what the young lad wanted to make, he offered to pay her for her services.
Of course, during his time in the smithy, he always ensured that Emma dropped a fresh bottle of wine in front of Ganja's room. Naturally, every time she came with a new bottle, the old one was emptied.
Behold, after hours of waiting and toiling, Chiron used the tongs to bring out the pot of yellow-red molten metal from the furnace.
However, to his disappointment, it was a failure. The reasons for this were first because the forge was not hot enough. Secondly, the technique he was using was not only more advanced, but he missed some vital complicated steps along the way.
"Shit!!!" Chiron cursed as he sat on the floor staring into the flames of the forge.
He had only worked in a blacksmith's shop for a short period of time. Although he remembered most of it, some vital things were missing. He closed his eyes to think, but figuring it out was not at all easy.
He stood up again, adjusting his technique, and he did it again. Unfortunately, it ended up in another failure. By now, it was already late at night. but the forge was still cooking and the smithy was as hot as ever.
Drops of sweat slid down Chiron's face, but his eyes carried a look that showed he was determined.
Ever since the first time Emma dropped the first bottle of wine in front of Ganja's room, Chiron instructed that every time, she dropped the bottle of wine, it should be a step further away from the room, and a step closer to the smithy.
By now, the last bottle was close enough that one could easily tell that the smithy was being used.
Chiron suddenly felt a gaze on himself and he sharply looked in the direction it came from. Although the peeping figure was fast to hide, there was no way he could escape Chiron's quick eyes.
Chiron smiled. He knew he had captured the curiosity of the dwarf.
Curiosity itself was always a good thing. This was simply because it came with two others. An elder brother called Mystery and a younger brother called Desire.
Chiron looked once more to the flames of the furnace. He never wanted to remember something so bad but putting a finger on it seemed to delude him. he knew he was getting it right but then, what was wrong?
He lay on his back, his mind slowly drifting from the stress of the furnace, and then subconsciously, he activated the Fate system.
His stats appeared before his eyes.
//FATE CHANGE SYSTEM//
>>STS<<
Rank= Nil.
Health= 93
Strength=90
Agility=80
luck= 5
Stamina =90
Spirit energy= ??? (unusable)
Major Fate changed= 7
Minor Fate changed=Nil
Blood Pacts= 1/3
Blood Pact partner= Bama the Merchant.
>>Please allocate points<<
However, maybe it was because of the lighting from the forge on his eyes, he noticed something he had never noticed since he came to this world.
"The hell! is that a scroll bar on the side?"
Chiron willed in his mind, and just like he thought, it was a scroll bar. The system scrolled down and the things he saw left him speechless.
"What in the...? The system has this many features?" Chiron suddenly felt like a big part of his grinding for the last three years would have been made easier if he knew such a thing existed. After all, it was a system, and it came without a manual.
Chiron was only discovering this now like a child knew how to walk only after crawling for so long and realizing that the legs could actually do better.
But he also realized that a lot of the features were in grey. There were attachments of points and ranks in front of them. Apparently, he could only use certain features after reaching a certain rank. While some others needed to be unlocked.
One look at it, And he discovered that Points had another use other than increasing his stats. But as he was now, he was barely getting peanut points.
Naturally, this all boiled down once again to getting stronger and acquiring more power. It was common knowledge that only a powerful man could Change Fate.
Or at least, one had to be powerful enough to be able to at least tilt the hands of fate to fit one's desires.
Chiron kept on browsing through the system. A lot of things he saw brought smiles to his face. But at the same time, the cost price of using them was treacherous.
He decided not to bug his mind too much about the big things and go to the smaller things. Starting small was never a crime.
It was at this point that he saw something that caught his attention.
>>Memory Booster. (Lowest grade) 3 points<<