Chapter 180 – Chapter 180 ― I’ll Give You a Chance (3)
Episode 180 ― I will give you a chance (3)
“Master. Are you inside?”
“… What.”
After Roan called several times, the owner appeared. With her twisted tongue.
Helen looked at him for a moment with a complicated expression.
A man who appears to be in his 50s or 60s.
The white hair, red face, and bronzed skin reveal the weariness of being hit by the winds of the years.
Helen looked at him with pity for a moment, then went back to her nonchalant face.
The smell of alcohol hit him as he approached.
Although Helen frowned at her
Roan looked at the mature man with a reddened face with an insensitive expression.
“I want to see some stuff.”
“… Please.”
The old man, who had been listening to Roan blankly for a while, waited a long time before answering. It took him a while to understand what Roan was talking about because of his drunkenness.
He landed on a chair in the corner of the smithy as if toppling over. It seems to be a seat to watch his guests, but the old man nods his head almost as if dozing off.
Having heard his story from Roan ahead of time, Helen turned her head to look around at the armor and weapons hanging in her forge.
When you cleaned it
Immaculate objects with a thick layer of dust.
Swords and spears are roughly gathered in a box in the corner,
The armor hanging on the stand is also fixed to the wall covered in gray.
There was a strange feeling in Helen’s eyes as she looked at them.
She silently wiped the dust with her fingers and Helen picked up one of her swords and asked the man who lowered her head, unable to tell whether her eyes were open or closed.
“Master. Can I pull it out?”
Then he mumbled and said.
“… Or…”
A simple scabbard made of dried leather with no decorations and a metal rim. And an equally simple sword hilt.
However, the sword body revealed in it was very elegant and beautiful.
“… !”
Helen’s eyes widened as she drew her sword halfway.
Looking at the dust accumulated outside, it is clear that it has not been cleaned for a long time, but the sharp blade of the sword retains its bluish elegance.
Good center of gravity,
Beautiful curves.
Sharp sharpness.
Helen, who turned her sword around, looked at Roan in admiration.
“Master, this sword is really good. As expected, the sword of the same craftsman… !”
Hearing Helen’s comments, Roan smiled faintly.
“Hmm. It’s all a trick.”
Excited, he immediately pulled out the other spears and swords one by one, leaving Helen behind,
Roan started looking for armor from the game.
She had seen armor in the inventory window or equipment check window, but it wasn’t in such a dusty state there.
Besides, looking at it now, all the hanging armors are similar in shape. It’s because they put out all the things that one person made at once.
‘Hmm. Is it fortunate that this is all?’
After sneezing several times to check the pattern while sweeping away the dust one by one.
Roan found the object he was aiming for.
Like other stuff
Rustic plate armor.
Plate armor and the word simple are usually an unlikely combination. Basically, it is expensive, and because it is exclusively for nobles and knights, the materials are precious and the decorations are gorgeous.
If it’s normal
However, this blacksmith’s armor does not contain useless decorations or patterns. That’s also why it was difficult for Roan to find the armor he saw in the game. Because there is no way to be specific.
Then, even the dust sits white. Antiques that were tucked away in the corner no matter who saw them.
Even the price of these things,
“How much is this armor?”
“… That’s 5 gold…”
It’s even incredibly expensive.
“Hehe…”
Helen, who was searching for her sword, opened her eyes wide and slipped her sword back into her box.
It is the same reaction as the hero showed in the game.
Roan laughed lightly.
“Everybody is surprised.”
“That… Okay…”
Then, the owner, who was still drunk and silent, gave out his first shout.
“Everyone! Uh, things you don’t even know the value of! Even with good things, the price fluctuates… If you’re short of money! Fuck off! That is… I know how precious it is…”
Helen’s expression turned cold as the host suddenly raised her voice.
“Master. You speak harshly.”
Then Roan quietly put her hand on Helen’s shoulder and shook her head. And as if she was about to talk to the old man, she stepped forward to Helen.
“Master. Please do not listen carefully. I am well aware of the value of your son’s work.”
At Roan’s words, the drunken muttering of the old man suddenly stopped.
“I don’t think anyone knows the value of these items as well as I do, but it’s a pity that your son can no longer function.”
In the words of Roan,
Soon the old man’s face contorted.
Then he looked at the floor and started muttering.
“What, what, war is like that… Even though it’s a truce, he doesn’t come back and he’s idling around… Why did my son disappear… Just as usual, he must have gone somewhere else and sold his mind… I didn’t even know that my father had a rash…”
Then, all of a sudden, he shouted at Roan.
“What are you sorry for! Unlucky… Anyway, when he comes back… I will operate… !”
But Roan knows.
If the old man really believes what he says
Even when I’m so drunk
He wouldn’t have put out all the armor his son made like that.
His son is currently missing from the frontlines.
It is so known
Roan spoke softly to the old man.
“I am here to show you my son’s posthumous work.”
Hearing Roan’s words, the old man widened his eyes as if he had been hit in the head with a hammer.
“What… Lie… , Chattering… !”
But Roan didn’t care about his expression and spoke to Helen with a heavy expression.
“Show him your sword.”
Already before coming to the forge, Helen was told the truth from her about who forged this sword.
As she, with her dark expression, untied her sword from her sword belt and handed it over, the old man held out her hand for her sword with her trembling hand, then hesitated.
Like when he was sentenced he shouldn’t have.
Receive it,
It felt like admitting my son’s death.
So the old man’s hands were sluggish.
But Helen waited patiently with her sword raised.
Finally, the old man who received the sword quietly drew it from the scabbard.
Sureureung.
A cool, clear tone like the sound of bells.
After seeing how the sword was made, the old man found traces of his son on the sword, which he did not want to admit.
It was the son he taught.
The marks left on that sword were similar to those left by the old man. I wished I didn’t know, but unfortunately the old man didn’t get it wrong.
The old man, who had been stroking the sword for a while, asked in a tearful voice.
“This… It’s the last… How are you Maybe my son… You know… ?”
Tears welled up in his dry eyes.
But Roan shook his head.
“No. I don’t know the old man’s son very well. I just saw his records and know his posthumous works. So I came to tell the elder about it.”
The old man looked at Roan with a devastated expression. With a look of incomprehension as to why he was taking away hope.
However, after seeing Roan’s calm face, the old man collapsed into his chair as if resigned.
“… Tell me.”
Then Roan looked down at the old man and asked.
“It may be hard to believe. Will you still listen?”
A stifling silence ensued.
And the old man nodding his head, still holding Helen’s sword.
“… I will listen.”
Are you already sober?
In his voice, the same shaking when we first met disappeared quite a bit.
Roan started talking.
The story that the hero, Anmut, should have told.
“It is true that the old man’s son went to the battlefield. But soon, a certain noble took his son apart.”
“… Aristocrat? Why… ?”
The old man, who had heard the disbelief, asked in a weak voice.
“Because your son was such an unrivaled blacksmith. Didn’t the old man who worked with you know? That your son has some special power.”
The old man had a face that seemed to be grasping something.
He listens to Roan’s words with a dark expression.
The skill his son had was ‘enchantment’.
The ability to implant inherent power into weapons or armor.
Wizards have a similar ability to settle magic. But there was something even better.
Unlike the wizard’s magic, the magic that the blacksmith fixed on armor or weapons through skills was not affected by magic block. This is because he planted strength from the process of making weapons with his unique skills.
And those who covet power are everywhere.
“Some greedy ones wanted to keep it to themselves.”
The expression of the old man who had been dazed for a while became distorted like a goblin.
“Your son made precious treasures while confined to a noble family. Among the treasures presented to the church, there are treasures that the saintess used. But your son was probably stubborn.”
Helen’s fists trembled.
She remembered the day she was presented with her sword.
A sword that someone sacrificed to gain the attention of the Church, the Knights, and the Saint.
A sword that was said to be a prize to hide its source. Rarely, this sword that Helen liked.
“There were foolish people who were jealous of your son’s skills, and there were also people who thought you were difficult to handle. Of course, the life of being trapped somewhere and making unwanted things is terrible, so your son tried to escape and failed.”
Then came a howl like a beast’s roar.
I dare not express it in sound,
It was the cry of a parent who lost a child.
Roan looked at the old man with his mouth firmly shut.
If you want to tell me more,
I couldn’t.
His son was an extra who was not involved in the main story, so he disappeared without a presence.
This was originally supposed to be a warrior, but
What was in the story that Roan stole.
It was a quest that Roan had to complete instead.
However, in order to obtain quest rewards,
It wasn’t even to open the facility and use the function.
‘Just… Self comfort.’
Minor quests that do not affect the progress of the story in the game.
It was a story known to some people who had to clear all the quests to get it right.
Besides, Roan doesn’t desperately need the magic armor or sword obtained through this quest.
A demon king who has nothing to fight on the front line and has fraudulent specs. Treasure-grade armor is plentiful in the Imperial Castle warehouse, and Fiora, who is no different from the strongest with a sword.
Still, Roan wanted to find this place.
‘… Person… Because it is.’
Those who live in this world
Because I know very well now that they are not just characters to him anymore.
The thought that grew stronger while embracing and giving affection to women, characters who had been seen as ‘targets’ in the game, reached its peak when he met a warrior who moved in front of his eyes.
It wasn’t a character that was displayed to the extent of a black shadow.
May be interested,
A person who feels strong and graceful.
The warrior was also a person.
And the NPCs that appear in the stories that came out through passing quests.
Or the female NPCs that the hero thought were mobs to gain skills or experience points through sex.
All people
“Master…”
Helen bit her lip and tried to give the old man her handkerchief, but the old man just sat on her floor and wept.
Roan looked at him.
I couldn’t help but be comforted.
If he too was unlucky, he might have become such an ‘extra’ and disappeared.
As Roan looked at the old man, he felt his fate slipped by a single piece of paper.
