Players' NPC boss

"Wow...that really sucks."

Blaze took out from the stove what Malika had thrown into the stove, which were all kinds of strange pieces of iron that had been smashed.

It barely looks like a sphere, but if I really need to find an exact adjective... it should be an indescribable terrifying metal monster. Blaze could even find the eyes and mouth from above.

"Are you going to make cannonballs?"

"..." Marika shrank her neck and answered Blaze in a low voice with a voice that was no louder than the sound of burning wood in the stove.

"A sword? Then at least knock it flat."

Marika is a dwarf who has no talent for forging and is even rarer than a dwarf who has no interest in forging. Dwarves are born with great strength. Just like any race with great strength, they will crush anything in their hands if they are not careful.

The most important talent of a dwarf is to be able to feel the life of metal. The pulsation of metal's life can make the dwarf feel "motherly love" and learn how to use his power without any teacher.

Although Blaze's power is very strong, he improves it step by step, so he can control his power very well.

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

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

"Dwarves who don't know how to blacksmith are very strange. They feel like they are missing something. If they don't learn it... they will feel very strange."

"Really?" Blaze put aside the strange-shaped metal that Malika knocked out. He thought he knew why Hader asked him to come to Asgard to find Malika, the rookie dwarf forger.

Marika needs help.

"Let me, an experienced person, guide you, a newcomer, into the industry step by step!" Blaze patted his chest, took out a huge keel from the warehouse and placed it in an empty space in the forging house, and then Various rare metals.

Marika was stunned and asked.

"Didn't you resist me becoming a blacksmith before? Why now..."

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

"I always thought that the two of us would live a life of me protecting you, but you are getting bigger and bigger and becoming more and more powerful. Every step you take takes me several steps to catch up. In my heart It’s like there’s an empty space.”

After hearing this, Marika stood next to Blaze seriously, put her palm on Blaze's head, and then moved it to touch her chest.

The 1.8-meter Blazer only reaches Marika's chest, and Marika has long legs, so when Marika takes one normal step, Blazer has to take about 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 seemed to have found the vacant part of myself and tried my best to become a blacksmith, thinking that maybe you were not good at forging. It was fate that hinted at me, telling me that I will be perfect only when I become a blacksmith.”

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

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

Marika has received a blessing. With a blessing, she only needs to use one skill point to easily obtain memories that ordinary people can obtain after decades of hard work.

It was an overwhelming despair, and it was also a very difficult period of time. He threw himself on the blacksmith's path like a man possessed. The higher Marika's reputation became, the more...he even became malicious.

Until Marika returned to Balkan City, it was just like every day in the past, and Marika's bright eyes reflected his look.

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

He stared at the place he thought was missing, so obsessed that he couldn't see anything else. There was clearly something more important than the missing part around him, and that something had never left.

"Ah... I might be the same as Perfect Adam at that time." Blaze chuckled.

The perfect man Adam had one of his ribs removed, and from then on he believed that he was incomplete. In order to become a perfect man again, he even usurped the power of the Creator. But his missing ribs were clearly by his side as Eve, but he couldn't see them.

"How does it have anything to do with Perfect Adam?" Marika leaned towards Blazer and put her hands on her thighs.

Her dirty face was flushed by the fire of the stove.

"No, I just feel like I'm back to the past. I was messing around with some fun things, and you were watching." Blaze turned his head and smiled at Marika, "It's just that you used to lie on the table, with both feet touching. I am still in tears because I am not growing up and am worried about turning into a bearded dwarf.”

"But I was taller than you in the second year, much taller." Malika deliberately lengthened her voice.

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

Normally, Blaze should stand behind Marika. Unfortunately, the Ji Ains and their childhood sweethearts have never been normal, so Marika can only stand behind Blaze.

At first glance, it looks like Malika is teaching Blaze how to blacksmith.

But Marika liked this position very much. She only needed to turn her gaze away slightly to see Blaze's side face.

The firelight illuminated Blaze's serious face, 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 the dwarves were very careless, they were surprisingly good at raising children and had a very delicate heart for life.

This came from the dwarves' forging talent. Metal ores were lifeless dead things in the eyes of others, but dwarves could feel the heartbeat of the fetus from them. During the forging process, the dwarves would witness the birth and growth of children again and again.

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

The better the forging skills of the dwarves, the more experienced they were.

Marika had heard this saying more than once, that only a dwarf who could forge iron could become a good mother, which was enough to prove the reliability of this saying.

So she wanted to be a good dwarf.

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