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Chapter 834 Wanting to be a good dwarf

"Wow... this really sucks."

Blaze took out of the stove what Marika had thrown into the stove, which was a piece of iron that had been smashed into various shapes.

It barely looked like a sphere, but if one really had to find an exact adjective... it should be an indescribable horrible metal monster. Blaze could even find the eyes and mouth on it.

"Are you going to make a cannonball?"

"..." Marika shrank her neck and answered Blaze in a low voice, even louder than the sound of burning wood in the stove.

"A sword? Then at least you can flatten it."

Marika is even rarer than the dwarves who have no interest in forging. Dwarves are naturally very strong, and like any powerful race, they can crush anything in their hands if they are not careful.

The most important talent of the dwarves is the ability to feel the life of metal. The life pulse of metal can make the dwarves feel [maternal love] and learn how to use their own power without any instruction.

Although Blaze's strength is very strong, he has improved it step by step, so he can control his strength very well.

"So why do you want to be a blacksmith again?"

Marika's lips moved a few times, and after a long time she answered in a low voice.

"It's strange for a dwarf to not be able to forge iron. It feels like something is missing. If you don't learn it... it will feel strange."

"Really?" Blaze put aside the strange-shaped metals that Marika had hammered out. He thought he knew why Had asked him to come to Asgard to find Marika, the rookie dwarf blacksmith.

Mallika needs help.

"Let me, an experienced person, guide you, a newcomer, step by step into the industry!" Blaze patted his chest, took out a huge dragon bone from the warehouse and placed it in the empty space of the forge, followed by various rare metals.

Marika was stunned and asked.

"Weren't you very opposed to my becoming a blacksmith before? Why now..."

"Because I used to be very happy that you, Marika, couldn't be a blacksmith." Blaze shrugged and said in a rather light tone.

"I used to think that we would live a life where I would protect you, but as you grew bigger and stronger, a step you take takes me several steps to catch up, and I feel like there's a hole in my heart."

Upon hearing this, Marika stood next to Blaze very seriously, put her palm on the top of Blaze's head, and then moved it horizontally to touch her chest.

The 1.8-meter-tall Blaze only reached Marika's chest, and Marika had long legs, so for every one Marika took, Blaze would have to take two steps to catch up.

If Blaze transforms into a silver werewolf, the situation will be reversed.

"Anyway... after I found out that you were not good at forging, I felt like I had found a missing part of myself, and I tried my best to become a blacksmith. I thought that your inability to forge might be a hint from fate, telling me that only by becoming a blacksmith can I be complete."

"I must work hard to get that missing part and continue to be an indispensable part of you, but the result is..."

Blaze licked the corner of his mouth, as if recalling the bitterness of that time.

Marika was blessed. With the blessing, she only needed to use one skill point to easily obtain memories that ordinary people would have to practice for decades to obtain. It was an overwhelming despair and a very difficult period. He was obsessed with the path of becoming a blacksmith. The higher Marika's reputation, the more he... He even developed malice.

Until Marika returned to Balkan City, just like every day before, and his appearance was reflected in Marika's bright eyes.

That day he put down the hammer that kept killing metal and left the furnace that seemed to be burning him.

He stared at the place he thought was missing, and became obsessed with it, unable to see anything else. There was clearly something around him that was more important than the missing part, and that something had never left.

"Ah... maybe I would be like the perfect Adam at that time." Blaze chuckled.

The perfect man Adam had a rib taken away from him, and from then on he thought he was incomplete, and in order to become perfect again he even usurped the power of the Creator. But his missing rib had always been by his side as Eve, but he could not see it.

"How does it have anything to do with Perfect Adam?" Marika leaned towards Blaze, her hands resting on her thighs.

Her dirty face was red in the light of the stove.

"No, it just feels like going back to the old days. I was tinkering with something fun and you were watching." Blaze smiled at Marika, "But you were lying on the table with your feet not touching the ground, and you were worried that you wouldn't grow up and would turn into a bearded dwarf with tears in your eyes."

"But I was taller than you in my second year. Much taller." Marykat deliberately lengthened her voice.

"I know, come here." Blaze took Marika's hand, came to the side of the forging table, and taught Marika step by step.

Under normal circumstances, Blaze should stand behind Marika, but unfortunately, the Gaians and their childhood sweethearts have never been normal, so Marika can only stand behind Blaze.

At first glance, it looked like Marika was teaching Blazer how to forge iron.

But Marika liked this posture very much. She only needed to turn her eyes slightly to see Blaze's profile.

The firelight illuminated Blaze's serious profile, and she couldn't look away.

In fact, the reason why she wanted to be a blacksmith was because she had heard a saying.

Although dwarves appear to be very careless, they are surprisingly good at raising children and have a very delicate attitude towards life.

This comes from the dwarves' forging talent. Metal ores are lifeless and dead in the eyes of others, but dwarves can feel the heartbeat of the fetus from them. During the forging process, dwarves will witness the birth and growth of children again and again.

Before the dwarves fell in love and had children, they had already practiced countless times and knew how to be a parent, how to raise children, and how to help them thrive.

The better the dwarf's forging skills, the more experienced he is.

Marika has heard this statement more than once: only a dwarf who can forge iron can become a good mother, which is enough to prove the reliability of this statement.

So she wanted to be a good dwarf.

Ah…even without looking, her fingers could feel the pulse of life, it was Blaze’s pulse, and this pulse overlapped with hers, and a new pulse was born in the furnace.

(End of this chapter)