Worn And Torn Newbie

Parting Night (5)

A long time has passed since then.

Several winters have passed and the town has changed a lot.

In the parliament in the central square, quarrels were happening every day.

"The day of choice is coming soon."

"I think only one of Gaiaksa and Gordicsa should be elected as the spirit king."

"Both spirits are people who have helped us for a long time, but their hearts are heavy."

"Let's decide in advance which side to vote for that day."

If three or more villagers gather

I was busy telling this story.

"Who

Dmurf Molière Arpagong.

He is quite old in a few years.

Even the world's best blacksmiths can't avoid time.

While the disciples were growing rapidly, he gradually became smaller and smaller.

As if a magnificent rock is being cut little by little by the wind.

The village headman approached him sitting on the steps of the council and sighing.

"Arpagong. It is ebb and flow."

"Oh, this is the chief. You always have a lot of hardships."

Lee Jang and Irpa Gong sat side by side on the stairs.

It was Lee Jang who opened his mouth first.

" Have you heard the rumor?"

"What rumors are you talking about?"

"I am the owner of the mansion in the south. Mr. Voltwells Pavenu. That's why he took office as central bank chief this time."

"Is there such a person?"

When asked as if Arpagong wasn't interested, Lee Jang nodded.

"He had a big accident this time

You said you were hit."

"Accident?"

Yes. After going to sell the gold coins given by Gordixa to a neighboring country, he stopped...

Arpagong thought that a man had been struck by an orc, and kicked his tongue.

However, the words of Lee Jang who followed were unexpected.

"It's turned into an orc."

" this.

Arpagong shook his head as if it was even more regrettable.

A turbid world where dragons and demons are fighting for strength.

Even if humans lose their composure a little, they become contaminated with the energy and turn into monsters.

Mr. Pavenu was very ambitious.

I don't know if it is."

" Maybe the Orc will fit your aptitude."

"Maybe. For him, it would be happier to live as an orc."

Lee Jang, who was obscuring the back, asked Thun Arpagong that he suddenly remembered.

"Well, it turns out that Arpagong's voting for the Spirit King in the future

Which one will you support...

Upon hearing Lee's question, Arpagong smiled bitterly and stroked his beard.

" Well, young people these days don't know. Wouldn't all of the old people think alike."

I personally support Gaiaksa.

"My thoughts are the same as that of Mr. Lee."

Upon hearing Arpagong's answer, Lee Jang sighed of relief, as if he was greatly relieved.

"Somehow, what is inherently closer to human life is grain than gold. It looks like yellow on the outside, but isn't it really different inside?"

"I agree. And Gordixsa's size of the bowl is relatively relatively compared to Gaiaksa's.

You seem to be narrow...

"I'm glad though. Arpagong supported Gaiaksa. Of course, the disciples will be the same, right?"

However, Arpagong's expression after hearing Lee's question suddenly darkens.

That is

Arpagong sighs and speaks

Was.

"My disciple is supporting Gordicsa."

"Yes? How can I get a candidate for a different spirit king from a teacher?"

"Well, because voting is personal freedom. I think it's because I'm young, too. haha.

Then Lee Jang kicked his tongue out as if it was a pity.

"Mamon, you said that your friend was born the son of an empty farm when he was a kid and was abandoned during the famine, right? Arpagong brought that child."

"The dragon and the devil fight so much, will your farming work well? We are glad that Gaiak took care of us, but there are a lot of children in other villages."

"Please, to Mamon and Belat,

Bless you."

"Woo, seeing the world go around these days, I don't know if there are angels."

The conversation was cut off for a while.

It wasn't because I had nothing to say.

I heard young young men screaming in a big wagon across the town's central square.

Because it is.

[Soon'The Day of Choice is coming! Please vote for Gordicsa! Turn the golden god into a spirit king!]

[The price of gold is higher than the price of rice! Let's pursue Silly!]

[Long live the Spirit King Gordicsa! Long live the Golden Youth!]

Young members driving wagons and horses roam the entire village, shouting stimulating slogans.

This chapter complained as if the young people were displeased.

"Tun tuk, if you go home to those things, you'll put grain in your mouth. In this age of confusion, who knows who can open a spoonful of rice...

But Arpagong, who was next to him, said nothing.

Just the Gordicsa campaign headquarters

The reason he drives a horse in front of him is because he recognizes a young man with a strong physique.

Dmurf Clemento Mamon.

His disciple was there.

* * *

That evening.

Arpagong is as long as usual

To the work I've been doing steadily from before

Started.

land! Daang! land!

Arpagong beats a hammer while spilling thick sweat.

In front of it is a large, ornate chair.

- Incomplete Golden Universalist / Chair / A+

A treasure made by Molière Arpagong, the world's best blacksmith.

Once you sit on a chair with a colorful shape, you cannot get up until it becomes empty.

There will be no other chair like this to show off your wealth.

-Dark property resistance -50%

-'Fusion furnace' feature can be used

Arpagong looked at the almost finished chair and said with a proud expression.

"I made it, but it's really gorgeous. Probably no one who doesn't want to sit in this chair to see what's in it."

This chair was made entirely for Gordian.

It was a chair made by Gordix, who later voted, in preparation for a runaway due to anger.

"All the wealthy will want to sit in this chair and show off themselves. But in the end, you'll realize that all of them are just a shame. Only then will you be able to see yourself completely hidden by vanity. There is a law that can only be seen when everything is lost. Especially when it comes to things like gold that disturb people's eyes and mind."

When Arpagong was muttering to himself.

"Harapuji."

There was a hand pulling Arpagong's sleeve from the side.

As Arpagong turns his head, he sees a very small girl.

Dmurf Elysee Bellett.

The last disciple Arpagong had gathered was looking up at the teacher's side while sucking his finger.

"Chair Ipudang. I don't want to know!"

Bellot laughs and says.

Arpagong smiled and hugged Bellot.

This chair shouldn't be because it's not sitting.

"Eh. Grandpa, stupid. I'm holding a chair!"

right. The chair is usually to sit

Make it. However, some people use chairs to look down on others. Even if it is the same thing like this, the use of it varies from person to person. If you're a good blacksmith, you should be able to figure them out."

"Then can I touch it?"

then. That's how much."

After speaking, Arpagong placed Belat in front of the chair.

OK.

一

Bellot ignored Arpagong's words and ran to the chair and sat down.

OK.

Squeak!

A loud sound rang once.

It was a sound from Bellot's pocket.

uh?

Belat was startled and opened his own Australian money.

The 500 gold pocket money saved to buy candy has disappeared.

"Pearing!"

Bellot grabbed his pocket and began to cry.

Arpagong laughed and hugged the bellow on the chair.

"Wow, this guy. So I told you to look only with your eyes."

"I love you! It's my use!"

"Grandpa will give you back. Duk."

As Arpagong was young and soothed, Bellot soon stopped crying.

Are you really going to give it back?

When Bellot asked with tearful eyes, Arpagong replied with a stern expression.

"I just can't give it. If you help with this teacher's work, I will give you pocket money."

"What is it?"

"That's the job of repairing this chair."

Arpagong took the young Belat and started making the chair.

The most important thing in the work of blacksmithing is quenching. No matter how colorful and pretty, if this quenching is not done properly, the iron will become soft. Then it will be easily crushed and broken. Looking at the ability to quench the metal heated by fire in water. You can gauge the skill of a blacksmith."

Arpagong tells Bellot this or that

I made a chair and watched it while talking.

Daang! Zeng

Each time Arpagong's hammer and chisel move, the chair gradually takes shape.

In a splendid and magnificent shape.

Wow! Master is cool!"

Bellot clapped, pointing out the missing teeth.

Arpagong smiled bitterly as he looked at such bellows.

' Please do not come to use this chair.'

The general voting of Gaiax and Gor Dixa will be unfolding someday.

Belat, can this little child be free from the consequences? Arpagong was worried about it.

Right then.

Clink!

Something loud noise came from upstairs.

It may be the sound of a bell signal line installed roughly in the attic window to prevent thieves.

Yes? What's the thief heard in the attic of our forge?

Arpagong immediately hears the sound

Did not move.

"Grandpa, a thief? theif?

Arpagong laughed emptyly as Bellot asked with his feet rolled.

"Would you steal something in the attic. Even if there is something to be stolen, the circumstances would be awful if it was enough to go home."

Still, I have to go as far as I am the landlord.

Arpagong deliberately put on a coat slowly.

It was time to check the identity of the stupid uninvited visitor who invaded at night.

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