Chapter 66: Advanced Blacksmith
"Goodbye, Old man." A young man around 16 with dark purple hair, silver eyes, and a lean athletic physique announced, stepping outside the workshop.
"Brat, Who are you calling old? I'm still in my prime." A dwarf with a rough-looking face responded.
He had a grumpy look with a thick brown beard and a jacked muscular physique. That tiny body of his had immense strength hidden inside it.
"I'm leaving. I will be late if I don't leave now." Loki replied with urgency.
"Hmph! You've just become an Advanced Blacksmith and you are leaving already." Orden's displeased voice echoed outside.
"What do you mean? You were praising me when I advanced yesterday. Now, You sound like it was nothing."
"I meant don't get too cocky after becoming Advanced Blacksmith. The world is a big place."
