Chapter 6: Esport Teams
Before Finn could object, the dwarf glared at him.
"A blacksmith's weapons are his children! They are his pride!
"They are meant to be sold, to be used by dependable warriors.
"But how dare you think of selling your first weapon!? Do you not know of the pride of a Blacksmith!?"
"So, it's just that."
Finn sighed.
He almost thought the dwarf would say he was not allowed to sell any weapon of his.
There was no problem agreeing with the dwarf's suggestion.
Although it hurt him to lose 50,000$ he could earn by selling his first sword, it was better than souring his relationship with the blacksmith.
But the materials…
It would be a problem to procure them.
He did not have the money to buy anything.
The dwarf obviously noticed Finn's predicament.
"You can use the materials in the workshop to make a few swords. Just remember to pay me back."
"Can I use your shop too?"
Finn asked with a beaming smile.
"Give them an inch and they will take a mile." The dwarf grumbled. "You can."
Finn rested for another two hours before he made another sword.
The dwarf refused to assist him and told him to do it alone.
Finn held the metal with one hand while he hammered with another.
Clang! Clang!
The sword was completed in six hours.
It had a bit lower stats without the dwarf's help, but it was of Rare-grade nonetheless.
After resting for enough time, he, with the dwarf's instructions, carried the sword to the grinding wheel.
He defined the blade and the edge, and used the polishing stone to polish it.
Lastly, he used the Benegen metal given by the dwarf to create a handle for the sword.
It took a total of twelve hours to fully finish the sword.
[You have forged a Sword (Rare)]
[Basic Hammer proficiency +5]
[Basic Blacksmithing proficiency +2]
[Your understanding of the sword has increased, Absolute Sword Dao +2%; +100% damage when using a sword to attack.]
He took the sword to the dwarf.
"I've completed it. Where is the shop?"
The dwarf stared at him. He had already noticed Finn was more interested in money than blacksmithing.
"It's below. But you should sell it tomorrow. Go home and take a rest today."
"I'm okay. I'm not tired."
The dwarf raised the hammer he was holding and pointed it at Finn angrily.
"Look at your dark circles and trembling limbs! Stop being an idiot and go rest!"
"Can I not?"
"Should I hammer your head?"
Finn sighed and sat on the chair to take a nap.
There was no need to log out.
He had no money and food in the real world.
His best choice was to sell the sword as soon as possible if he wanted to eat.
He slipped into the arms of dreams easily.
His thoughts were muddy when he woke up.
He felt refreshed and rejuvenated.
"Where is the dwarf?"
The forge was not burning and the constant noise of metal striking against metal disappeared.
The door on the left opened and a young man, in his early twenties, walked in.
"Master hates it when someone calls him a dwarf. If I were you I wouldn't call him that in front of him."
The young man shook hands with Finn.
"I'm Yurian, an apprentice under Master's tutelage."
"Finn."
He looked at Yurian and finally understood where the constant noise of metal striking against metal came from.
"He hates being called a dwarf?"
"He loathes it from the depth of his being," Yurian chuckled.
He noticed the curiosity on Finn's face.
"Why? Because Master's master told him he looked like a dwarf and forced him to learn Blacksmithing for fifteen years."
Yurian added.
"In fact, the Master hates blacksmithing too. No wonder he doesn't make any weapons unless he is out of money."
"He hates it? Why doesn't he…."
"Close down the shop and the blacksmithing business?"
Yurian guessed Finn's thoughts.
Finn nodded.
"Because he learned blacksmithing for fifteen years! He doesn't know anything else other than blacksmithing! Ahahaha, that fucking idiot is—"
"Is what?"
The door on the right opened.
The dwarf was standing there.
Yurain's face fell. He retreated a few steps and stammered.
"W-welcome back, master. I didn't notice you there. Come sit, you must be tired. I'll bring something to drink for you."
He was as swift as wind when he dashed out of the room.
The dwarf snorted.
He sat across Finn in silence.
"Was he saying the truth about you not liking blacksmithing?" Finn asked, to break the awkward silence.
The dwarf stared at him with an impassive face.
Finn coughed.
He changed the question.
"When can I sell the sword?"
The dwarf did not say anything.
He just stared at Finn.
After a short silence, he exhaled loudly.
"Go below. A customer is waiting for you." He threw a scabbard to Finn. "I've made sure the customer is a traveler like you. So, go, break a leg."
Finn thanked him for the scabbard and left the room.
He walked down the stairs.
The door at the end of the stairs led to the counter.
The shop was large, filled with weapons of all kinds, and a few armors.
They looked expensive. It was clear their creator focused on visual appeal instead of functionality.
A girl sat on the wooden stool next to the counter.
She had blazing red hair and dark purple eyes.
Her eyes sparkled when she saw the sword in Finn's arms.
"Can I see that?"
"Sure."
She pulled the sword from the scabbard.
The silver blade shone under the light.
She swung it and the noise of wind being torn apart reverated.
Satisfied, she returned to blade to the scabbard,
"It's on par with Desire."
"Desire? You were the one who brought it?"
She shook her head.
"They were our competitors, the Sky Wing."
Finn did not know about Sky Wing.
They sounded like a guild.
And if a guild was competing with another guild early in the game both of them were probably Esport teams.
She placed the sword on the counter.
"I don't have 5 gold coins. Can we barter something?"
Finn quickly noticed the oddity in her words.
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