ALL NOVEL Chapter 156.2
156.2. Trouble Always Comes From Afar, Isn’t It?
The sound of metal striking metal echoes—clank, clank.
This is Leafan’s forge, and of course, the one wielding the hammer is the dwarf Velund.
“Phew. It finally got quiet.”
“Sorry about the trouble, Craft-kun. My master caused quite a scene.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. If you’d been a bit later, though, I would’ve had to use force.”
“He’s always been misunderstood, getting into fights all the time,” Leafan said with a cheerful laugh.
Seeing her like this, it’s clear he isn’t an enemy.
“He called you a ‘girl,’ so I thought he came here to pick a fight.”
“After my old village was wiped out, I turned to Master, someone I used to know.
Since then, I’ve lived with him as an apprentice. To me, he’s like family.”
“I see.”
I’d always wondered what happened to Leafan after her village was destroyed by the hydra.
Knowing she’d been able to live safely put me at ease.
“Master is incredible. Probably one of the top blacksmiths in the kingdom!”
“…So, geniuses really do have a few screws loose, huh?”
“Ahaha, yeah. He’s only interested in ores and nothing else.”
“I get that.”
Velund, having met Leafan, claimed his share of ores as a greeting (if you can call it that) and took over her forge.
What a weirdo.
Still, at least he wasn’t a bad person—thankfully.
“Woohoo! Legendary-grade mithril hard-forging oil and pure mithril ore! This is amazing!”
“Can’t he keep it down? He’s been yelling nonstop.”
“That’s just Master’s default setting…”
Leafan shrank a little, looking apologetic. But this isn’t her fault.
“His old workshop was deep in the mountains, full of apprentices, so it was always noisy…”
I pictured a massive forge with countless artisans hammering away.
“Ah, I see. So yelling became his norm. He’s not actually angry.”
“Right, though he does have a short temper.”
“What a pain.”
Dwarves are generally hard to deal with, but Velund is on another level.
“But hey! I’ve got good news!”
“What is it?”
“He likes this town, so he’s going to live here! And he’ll help out at the Production Guild too!”
Leafan practically bounced with joy.
Of course, having someone like a parent move to the same town would make anyone happy.
“You don’t get it, Craft-kun! With Master here, he can handle all the blacksmithing I used to do! Well, only metalwork, but still!”
“Everything!?”
“Yep! He can’t make the emblems tied to the [Andvari] or work with alchemically hardened stone, but all the hard mithril work I was doing? I can leave it all to him! I bet he can even process orichalcum!”
“So that means…”
“Yep! Now I can join the envoy without any worries!”
Ohhhhh!
Thank you, God!
…But isn’t this just a bit too convenient?
Well, whatever. With this bit of relief, we managed to finish the teleportation gate in time.