After the smith had congratulated Emcy on his first weapon and told him everything about being a smith, he finally left him alone.

For the next few hours, Emcy was making sword after sword, becoming better and better.

'Since I already have modern world knowledge, the only thing I need is practice. The stat bonuses I get from crafting swords will definitely help in becoming stronger. Now there are only a few major things left I need to do here.'

Just as Emcy finished his 4th sword, a notification appeared in front of him.

{You reached apprentice smith (craftsman job): Lv.1

can craft items of superior quality

+55% damage with all self-crafted weapons

you will gain stats according to the quality of the item you crafted }

'I already levelled up my job. So let's now take a look at the swords.'

{-Iron sword: common (+1 Str)}

{-Iron sword: common (+1 Int)}

{-Iron sword: common (+1 Agl)}

{-Iron sword: rare (+2 Str)}

'Smithing is just as overpowered as it was shown in the stories. Getting a lot of stats is very easy as long as I have the resources. And as long as I am here, this will not be a problem.'

The smith, who had just finished his last order, came to look at Emcy's progress. He picked the rare sword out of the four blades laying on the table.

"You already finished four blades, and one of them is even quite good... it seems that you really have a lot of talent for smithing," the smith said.

'Ah yes, there it is...'

"Thank you, but I'm nowhere near your mastery. Why does a great smith like you have problems holding his customers?" Emcy said. He had looked at the items made by the smith today, and the iron dildo was on epic grade.

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'It was a huge waste for sure, but also pretty impressive. I'm just wondering why he has so much experience in making iron dildos... Well, if I think about it like this, I actually don't really want to know.'

"That's a long story..."

"I have time," Emcy answered.

'The number one answer to sentences containing 'long story' as shown in the statistics I made.'

The smith sighed. "Alright, I have nothing better to do anyway. So when I was young, I was a poor boy from the land. Every once in a while, my family would enter the city to sell everything we didn't need to survive. But when I just turned 18, a wealthy smith came with his daughter to buy our carrots. It was love at first sight. Even though I didn't live anywhere near, I stayed the night. After a lot of time, I could convince her father to let us marry under the condition that I would learn his craft and take over the shop at some point.

But the local lord's son already had an eye on her, so when he learned of our marriage, he was furious. A few years later, the former lord died, and his son became the new lord.

At that point, we had already forgotten about him, but he certainly didn't forget us. The entire family was banned from the city and forced to live here, in a small abandoned village. When my wife's father rebelled, he was burned at the stake.

We had to follow his orders and went here. This worked well for a few years, but at some point, the lord started to spread rumours about us, and fewer people wanted to buy my weapons.

This kept getting worse until now, where almost nobody wants to buy my weapons anymore. The only reason the store can still survive is actually because of the same lord. Every week he purchases one of those iron dildos from me that he sends to my wife afterwards with a letter," the smith pointed at the huge dildo lying on the counter. "Most of the time, the letter just says 'Because he can't'."

'Why don't you just say that you were horny, punched above your weight class and lost? I have heard this 'tragic backstory' so many times... But at least the lord has some humour.'

At that moment, a man in fancy clothing entered the smithy. "Ahhhh, if this isn't my favourite smith! And now he even has a beggar with him. To think that you would have such a big heart... maybe to compromise for something? Well anyways, I'm here to take the beautiful figure you made."

The man took the metal dildo from the counter and threw a small sack of coins onto the floor. 'I just wonder why the lord is so generous with you... It's probably pitty...' the man laughed while leaving the smithy.

'Now everything is in place, the tyrannical lord, the mean messenger and the craftsmaster in trouble... And now: your turn!'

The smith sighed. "This is humiliating... I wish I could do something to finally make him stop..."

"Well, I could help you," Emcy said.

The smith's eyes brightened up. "Really? But what could you do? You're just a child."

"That's no problem. I can make him stop before next week, but I would need a few things..."

"I will give you everything I can, I just want to be left alone," the smith suddenly looked very tired.

'That's just what I wanted to hear. This will make my progress a lot faster.'

"Alright, so I will need a few plants and all the money you can spare. It's going to be quite expensive," Emcy said.

"So, what's your plan?" the smith asked.

"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you, otherwise it might not work," Emcy said. 'Also, I don't want you to know what I actually need.'

"No, It's alright. As long as you can help me, I don't mind," the smith said.

"Thank you for trusting in me. So what I need is a yellow dragon apple, the root of the white orchid, a way to get into the lord's city and back... And please tell me how your wife looked when she was young."