Lorenz finally noticed Roy who had been standing next to him for a full ten minutes. “Great, you came at the perfect time. This was the last spike, I just need to sharpen it and weld it to that piece of junk.”
Roy turned and looked at said “piece of junk”. At the corner of the room was an iron sheet that was three-quarters of a meter long with seven long spikes protruding out of it.
Roy looked back at Lorenz with widened eyes and a slightly open mouth. “Wow, that was impressive. You finished everything in a day’s work.”
The young boy grinned and looked away in embarrassment. “Well, I didn’t awaken for nothing. Hammering away at those spikes was the easiest thing I have ever done.”
He then turned back and looked at Roy with a serious expression. “What do you say, should I make another one of those tomorrow? Just one is not gonna be enough for a bear that’s double the size of the ogres.”
“Is there enough iron for more?” Roy asked in doubt.
Lorenz gestured with his head towards the back of the room where there was a door to a small warehouse. “I looked earlier and Dad left quite a bit. You could make a fortune if you sold all of it.” He then looked back at Roy with a smug grin. “So, want me to do it now or not?”
Roy looked down blankly at the ground. “Sure, you can do that, but I want you to check something first.”
The young man did not even wait for the boy’s response and went out of the smithy. “Can you pass me your sword? Need to check it for something.”
Robb tilted his head before shrugging his shoulders and handing the katana over to Roy. The latter went back to the confused Lorenz and gave it to him. “Can you check this sword, I wanna know if you can make one like it.”
Lorenz raised his eyebrow as he glanced at the steel katana. “What a weird sword. Weird blade curvature and small cross guard, it must not be the best for dueling, is it?”
However, as he looked more attentively at the weapon in his hand the more his eyes widened, and his eyebrows raised. “What the hell, there is no fault in this thing! Where on earth did you find it?”
Lorenz did a couple of slashes in the air and looked at the Katana’s blade from different angles to see if he can spot any chipping or deformity.
“It’s a long story about how we found it. Just tell me if you can make something like it.” Roy looked with eyes full of expectations and greed. If they could reproduce such a strong weapon without having to go through the dungeon, there would be nothing and no one that could cause them trouble around the village.
Lorenz’s expression turned from impressed to deeply serious. “This thing, I don’t think it’s made from normal iron.”
The young boy tried to bend its blade from the tip but to no avail. Once his hands and fingers couldn’t do anything but be cut, he took out his hammed and smashed at the middle of the blade.
“The hell?! What the fuck are you doing?”
Lorenz looked at Roy who had a shocked expression on his face with apathetic eyes. “Come, take a look.”
Lorenz raised the Moonlight Silver Katana and showed it to the young man. There was no bending or deformity, it was as if Lorenz just tapped the blade with his hammer, not smash it with all his strength.
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“Ah, for some reason I feel like I should have expected that.” Roy looked with an “I don’t give a fuck anymore” face at the magical sword in front of him. These past three days, the world had thrown so many random curveballs at him that he was used to its bullshit. He deeply understood that the more you tried to understand what was going on, the less sense it would make.
Looking at his older friend’s expression, Lorenz chuckled, “I guess you’re already used to this kind of shit.” He then shrugged his shoulders and continued, “So yeah, I’m not a god, and I can’t create new metals. If you want more swords like this, just go back to wherever you found it.”
Roy sighed at Lorenz’s final assessment. “Guess I should have expected that. Nothing comes easy in this world.” He then shook his head and looked at the young boy with a smile. “Why don’t you stop for today and come back tomorrow? We can go hunting for a bit so that you can grow stronger and not have to worry about goblins or ogres.”
“Sure, but just for a little bit,” Lorenz looked at Roy with uncomfortable eyes. “I’m not that into killing green crazy kids.”
“Yeah, they’re not kids,” Roy replied as a matter of fact. “I’ve fought with wolves and they were more human than those little shitters. At least the wolves just want to eat you, those guys just want you to suffer.”
Lorenz shrugged his shoulders, “Well, as long as you’re with me, those guys are nothing. Let’s just get it over with and go back for dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s get going then.”
With those words, Roy and Lorenz went out of the smithy and the latter closed it.
“So are we done here?” Peter asked from the side, while the rest looked with hopeful eyes. They were getting bored of just sitting on the ground with nothing to do but exchange stories. Even Marth, who had military discipline, looked with interested eyes at Roy.
“Yeah, the work here is done. You can go back to rest, or you can continue patrolling. Just remember that you need to be strong enough if you want to get that opportunity tomorrow.”
“You’re a sly young man,” Gerald remarked with a small chuckle. “That opportunity you’ve been talking about better be worth it. It wouldn’t be fun if it’s something stupid.”
“You don’t have to worry about that. If you’re lucky, you can get something that you will not find anywhere else.”
Clark looked with a serious expression at Roy, “Is that something going to make us stronger?”
Roy looked at Robb and remembered his earlier words. He then turned back at the blond young man and smiled, “Yeah, if you’re lucky, you can get something that would make you stronger.”
“Lucky, interesting,” Godwin’s lips parted in a big smile. “I’m quite the lucky man, that’s what my wife always says. So don’t worry, if there is anything good, we’re going to get it.”
“If aunt Erica said it, then it must be true. Her meat soup yesterday came straight down from heaven, are you sure you did not marry an angel?” Peter looked at Godwin with a teasing smile.
“Look at this kid,” the middle-aged man scratched the young boy’s head with his knuckle. “You grew quite a nice pair to start talking about my wife.”
“Aie aie aie, I was just complimenting her, you crazy old man! Can’t you take a compliment?”
Roy chuckled as the two were bickering with each other. He then turned toward Marth who was also looking at his group with a mix of pride and happiness.
“Marth, we’ll split up for now. Let’s have a meeting after our stats update, but before then, use every moment to kill more goblins. You need to be able to kill ogres easily tomorrow if you wanna fight the monsters in the dungeon.”
“What’s a dungeon?” Marth furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
Roy scratched his head in annoyance. His tongue slipped and he brought up the subject of dungeons when he barely understood them. “It’s too much of a hassle to explain, and even if I do, you won’t get it unless you see it with your own eyes. But to make a long story short, that’s where we got Robb’s sword, and that sword can cut off an ogre’s leg with one swing.”
Marth’s expression morphed from confusion to shock and disbelief. “What? No way…”
“Well, you’ll see it soon enough. For now, just focus on getting stronger so that you can get your chance tomorrow. Jack’s group will probably be able to do it since he got a broken-ass skill.”
With those words, Marth’s group stood up and went on their way to continue their patrol. As they crossed the road and took a turn, Roy looked back at Lorenz and said with a grin, “Now, let’s go finish our own business, shall we?”