To Deprive a Deprived Person

Metal sounds rang from here and there - and at the same time, hot air scorching the skin rushes through the workshop. Facing fire and steel is the face of the Demon Fall clan. Originally Dwarf ancestors, the Fallen clan interacts with the Demon clan in search of the power of the Demon. How many years have you accumulated? Eventually the skin will be gray and residual with horns on the head. If you touch it, you can see that there is a thin rash and a tumor. Plus a paired tumor on the back as well. When I realized it had transformed into something similar but unlike Dwarf except for his mustache and shape.

The Blacksmith Workshop in the Nameless Kingdom - originally used only by the Demonic Men - is now visible to the demonic women and other races who are trying to learn to blacksmith. Workshops that were initially built sparingly are also not difficult for everyone to imagine getting narrower hands with more people. Whenever Mauno, the head of the Demonic Fall clan, cried to Yu, the workshop was expanded, and now it is even less colourful than the best blacksmith workshop in Tenkashi, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Oudon - no, its size had already exceeded that of Yu. If it were for the condition of a single workshop, it would also be comparable to the Dwarf inside which the only meteorite can be mined on the vast Lame continent - the Royal Direct Workshop of the 'Starling Nation'.

"While..."

When he squeals like that, the Demon Fall man wipes his sweat with every hair and arm he sticks on his forehead. It is not only stretched on the hair by sweat that conveys the whole body when it creeps, but even the splendid mustaches and clothes that characterize the demonic men.

That should be it too. Because this workshop only takes into account minimal air flow and is not air-conditioned like an underground facility, a dwelling of the Fallen tribe.

There is a reason for this. Dwarves and demons - no, those involved in blacksmiths are extremely averse to indoor temperature changes. One of the ancient anecdotes among blacksmiths is that a disciple who stole the temperature of the water when burning in the sword struck by the master was slashed off his arm by the master. They slash my arm off just checking the temperature of the water. It's an incredible story, but this kind of anecdote is sesame.

As you can see from this anecdote I don't know if it's true or not. So much so that the blacksmith is so noisy about the temperature of the furnace, the water that cooks it in, and so on, that it's one of the secrets. It is a common sight to see here, such as new arrivals and still immature blacksmiths being yelled at just for forgetting to slightly close the door connecting the workshop to the outside.

If you look around you most of the time, there's a blaze of fire burning through the furnace, and the blacksmiths are pouring out their magic for more fire. I'd say there's no temperature change or shit in the workshop. In other words, this is something like a gen bearer.

"Lord Woods, old Gombugle, is it time to put in a break?

Mauno, the leader of the Demonic Fall clan, speaks to Woods as he bears a hammer on his shoulder. When you brutally wipe your face with the opposite arm, sweat flows down through your arm to the fire-resistant front.

"Mmm. Don't agree with Lord Mauno."

"Phew. Okay."

Woods asks the blacksmith apprentices taking care of him to keep an eye on the furnace, and he leaves the workshop with a cockroach on his shoulder.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Sit back on a wooden bench where Mauno is installed outside the workshop. Then Woods and Gombugle sit in the same way and the bench screams. Dwarves and demonic men are less tall than people, but instead they are muscular in barrel shape - meaning they weigh much heavier than people.

"Why don't you guys take a break, too?

It was Kin and Gin that Woods spoke up. These two - no, I was originally a magician to the knight of a noble people, so should I say two? Anyway, these two are undead demons prepared by Yu to escort Woods.

Kin and Ginn, who are literally escorting Woods at 46: 00, raise their hands lightly to say they don't even care about Woods' invitation. Woods smiles bitterly at the two of them, "If you're too serious, you're tired," he said.

"Mmm. They say the nameless king is coming back, but why don't you come and show your face to the Lord?

"Yu's not busy with Yu."

Woods' verbalism was not a very, but deserving, thing as it was against Gombugle, who even pays tribute to the king of Dwarves. But the gombugle nodded "Hmm" without looking concerned. We're waving hammers together in a blacksmith's workshop. Gombugle knows exactly what sexual roots Woods is, no matter who doesn't tell him. And that showed to Gombugle that a man named Woods was a fool and a very likeable person.

"That's the king, too. I guess we can't just treat Lord Woods special forever. These days, some of the demons are jealous. That said, in the case of the Fallen, the women mean something different."

When Mauno says so, he laughs "gahaha" like he makes fun of Woods. Dwarves and demon-fallen women tend to prefer those who look uncomfortable or unfathomable and are actually gentle and Han-like. In other words, Woods, Morphis, etc. look fascinating from their peers, contrary to their appearance.

"Please don't take me for a lowlife. I'm just teaching those guys to blacksmith. Assuming he's the head of your demon clan."

"Oh - scary scary scary. Lord Woods, are you kidding me?"

As the pompous cheerful Woods were colluding, I could see the children rushing here from afar.

"Woods' Uncle ~ Huh!

At the beginning is Hende of the Beast Clan, and beside him I can see holding the picture book tight as if it mattered.

"Whoa. What's the matter with you taking me all over again?

"It's a break now, isn't it?

What did Mauno guess at the children asking with sparkling eyes?

"You guys can't. You can't go to the workshop."

All the children in front of them were boys. Boys these days yearn for blades and fire. However, a blacksmith workshop is a dangerous workplace where it is not uncommon for adults to suffer injuries. Sometimes there are so many accidents that you could lose your life. Therefore, regardless of race, children were prohibited from entering the blacksmith workshop. Still nothing that can erase a boy's longing, etc. If you have time, you can wander around the blacksmith's workshop and sometimes look inside through the gap between the open doors and swell your chest.

"No. Yikes!

In Hende's words, the other kids said, "Yes, I am!" Continued.

"No... then what are you doing here?"

Hende and the others say, "It's …" and look spicy, flickering, kings and guins. Woods smiles "Ha Han".

"Whoa. Apparently, you're the ones looking for it. Do me a favor."

Kin and Gin match each other. What was the exchange between the two of them? The children's opponents seem to be what Kin does, and Gin stays and continues to escort Woods.

"What. I'm glad you went, too."

Woods speaks to Ginn, but Ginn sits unresponsive.

"You're a really serious guy."

"That's some kind of escort the king put on Lord Woods."

Woods once again gets into bickering as he watches Kin, surrounded by children a little further away, write letters on the ground with twigs.

"If you're used to steel or obsidian iron, you can't beat old Gombugle. And then I guess... I'd be better off with weapons with demon power, especially demon swords."

Mauno says confidently to Gombugle, who is honored by one of the three masterpieces.

"Mmm. For many of the moves that Non had learned came from those who were called Orthodox. Lord Mauno might be better off when it comes to striking the Devil's Sword."

It is a bickering that seems to involve those involved in blacksmiths. The story keeps getting more and more feverish, and what materials did you make your weapon out of? Where can I dig precious ore in the mountains? I don't have a problem with stories, such as the availability of rare demonic material in the labyrinth of that country.

"Noon is now making spears at the request of the king... right. It will be completed today or tomorrow. This was quite a trick, but if it was done, it would be one of the top weapons in the third level.

By the way, of all the weapons that Old Gombugle and Lord Woods have ever made, what makes you particularly impressed?

Eventually, bickering moves on to the topic of what is the most thought-provoking weapon I have ever made.

"Mmm. Hmm... the best... hmm"

Gombugle thinks as he strokes his long beard.

"Nu Ha. Gombugle, when you get old, is it hard to squeeze even if they say it's the best?

"No. It's up to you if you say the best. It's not a spear I made for Joseph Pal Jorum."

Woods' and Mauno's expressions harden into Gombugle's words.

"Joseph's Spear - Did you make that" Spear of the Phantom Killer "?

Woods, who regained me as soon as possible, asks me to ascertain the veracity of Gombugle's words.

"Spear of the Vain God Killer? Hmm. The name of the spear that Non gave Joseph was" Spear of Gorgia S. "But I hear he changed his name after killing the demigod."

Mauno laughs with his nose, seemingly listening in half to Gombugle's words: "Isn't it like a myth, such as killing God and changing the name of a weapon?

"The demigod? You don't think Joseph killed God?

"Exactly. Joseph killed God. Then I guess I'll be back. Not God."

Like nothing, Gombugle snorts "Hmm," making the tea brought to him by the blacksmith apprentice.

"Mmm. Well, it's too absurd, but it's not true."

"Non has never heard of such a thing. Or is it a famous story among dwarves?

"No, it's the first time I've heard it."

"The five powers caused coalitions in secrecy to crusade these cults, but there was too much damage on both sides. Not very much, but not something you can hide through.

Apart from Jardalk, other countries - especially the soldiers of the Derim Empire - mixed many other races besides the people. "

Hi Woods seemed uncomfortable with what Gombugle was talking about and was thinking with a rugged look.

"He said there was a lot of damage on both sides, but from the flow of the story, does that mean he summoned the cult and whether they were gods or evil gods?

"Uhm."

"Lord Gombugle, could it be a high demon, not a god?

"Mmm. Whether it's possible or not, he heard the details of God summoned by the cult from the Dwarves he served in."

Was the non-hyperventilating Gombugle too talkative and thirsty or drank the rest of the tea at once to moisten his throat?

"It's an inheritance from some dwarves.

The God of the Heavenly Devil has a pillar, eight hands and feet with a man's body on the front and a woman's body on the back. Unimaginable beauty is exactly what we deserve to call God. But behind its divine appearance, he became an overtime outrageous god who risked many lives. Even if the Eight Dragon Kings, who looked so outrageous, embark on success or defeat, they are no match for the strength of the God of the Heavenly Devil. With the help of other gods, we will not be able to separate ourselves from the Goddess, nor will we be able to destroy ourselves by becoming a demigod. "

When the blacksmith apprentice pours a new tea into the empty cup, Gombugle makes the tea in thanksgiving.

"The troubled Eight Dragon Kings sealed the male goddess beyond the void and the goddess into their labyrinth (...).

Mm-hmm. Perhaps the cult summoned it was the celestial masculine god. Thousands of years - no, I don't know if they were released from the tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years of sealing, but even though they were weak and exhausted, I didn't expect to defeat God... Joseph Pal Jolum is a hell of a man.

It is not surprising, by some means, to be called the savior of mankind. "