Chapter 105: Scrapped
"Clang!"
The tal forging hamr reflecting fla light whistled down fiercely, landing on the anvil.
Sparks scattering.
The reddish iron blank rising with smoke under high temperature scorching compressed and deford under violent collision. The originally loose internal structure also gradually beca solid and tough amid the hamr's rhythmic, powerful striking sounds.
"Stop!"
A voice filled with dissatisfaction suddenly sounded in the room.
Muscles knotted, burly and robust—in height and build appearing two sizes larger than general bear goblins—the "dwarf" Barn stood to one side.
Arms folded across his chest. Veins protruding beneath skin. Naturally swollen arm muscles and chest muscles solidly colliding and compressing—just through visual level could feel the power contained within.
Brow tightly furrowed, on his face was a serious expression the vast majority of adventurers who'd visited "Rock Hamr" had never seen.
"Wrong again!"
"Said how many tis—pay attention to rhythm! Carefully feel the rhythm between steel!"
"Breathing absolutely cannot be chaotic!"
Before him, a green youth whose facial features resembled his but were obviously more gentle.
Put down the forging hamr in hand, slightly lowering his head. Facing his father's teaching, not saying a word.
"Doing our line, must be attentive, attentive, then attentive!"
"Must control quality well, make everything perfect."
Barn's tone carried disappointnt at failure to et expectations. Gripping tongs, he imrsed the still molten-red iron blank on the anvil into water.
Rapid cooling.
Then threw it toward the scrap pile to one side.
"Every second of distraction during forging is disrespect to the 【Soulforger】."
"Every mistake will make a life that should have survived perish."
"And any perfunctoriness or carelessness might get us swept out, even begging on streets people would find annoying."
"You..."
Scolding fell like a rainstorm.
Behind ca the sound of the shop door being pushed open. Could vaguely hear a custor's sowhat puzzled greeting.
Barn's chest heaved. Emotions accumulated in his heart made him unconsciously gasping roughly.
"Continue, don't stop!"
Finished speaking, turned toward the smithy's front hall direction.
The oppressive atmosphere in the air gradually dissipated with the rainstorm's cessation.
Long after, finally heard an imperceptible sigh, breaking the room's deathly silence.
"Clang!"
The hamr striking's crisp sound rhythmically sounded once more.
......
......
Standing before "Rock Hamr" smithy's counter.
I looked at Barn before , footsteps hurried, just walking out from the inner room.
Inwardly couldn't help feeling puzzled.
Just now "Fairy's Breeze's" shop owner was also like this—how co one by one they're all not watching their shops.
Could today be so special day?
"Sorry, sorry." The high temperature from forging left sweat still remaining on Barn's rough face. The smile on his face also wasn't as natural as usual.
I didn't ask in detail.
Just handed him the two pieces of armor I'd already removed in hand.
"Look—can they be repaired?"
From forr Karanfor sheriff Ingram, the light plate armor worn on the outermost layer, and the chain mail I'd previously bought in the shop at 50 gold's price.
In battle with the thorn demon, penetrated by the fla bone spike it shot.
Fortunately with this double-layer armor's protection, greatly weakening the bone spike's power, the actual injury I received was significantly reduced.
Otherwise at that ti, even with half a bottle of healing potion remaining, I'd have had difficulty recovering combat power so quickly, and afterward completely mastering the combat skill, slaying the thorn demon.
Armor—as an adventurer's second life.
Whether repair or scrap, after returning to River Valley Town naturally had to plan early.
Receiving the two pieces of armor with both hands.
Barn instinctively glanced at the black-haired youth before him.
Expression strange.
Also didn't know what to say.
"Rock Hamr," as a quality smithy equally well-reviewed in River Valley Town, also making it onto the 【Adventurer's Handbook】.
Many adventurers coming and going to select equipnt—saw new faces every day.
In this situation, no matter how good Barn's mory, hard to match all those nas in his head with every face before him.
Only rembered so who frequented year-round or had already obtained professional level adventurers.
Normally, for this black-haired youth before the counter, he'd at most find him sowhat familiar—couldn't possibly call out his na.
But just now, even before speaking, when that sharp-featured face appeared in vision.
Almost instantly, Barn recognized him.
"Xia Nan."
As for the reason...
His gaze swept across the damage marks on the two armor pieces' surfaces in hand.
Adventurers' equipnt replacent speed was very fast—this he knew all too well.
The air in Mist Forest perated with high concentration magic particles having accelerated corrosion effects on ordinary materials, and massive amounts of dangerous monsters in the forest triggering battles all affected equipnt lifespan.
The market's massive demand could support so many smithies in River Valley Town.
But even so, the speed at which Xia Nan changed equipnt was truly sowhat absurd.
Through various details and usage marks on the armor, could obviously judge the approximate number of battles it experienced.
Once? Twice?
At most no more than three tis!
Equivalent to every mission—coming back needing major repairs or scrapping and replacent.
To a certain extent, the joke he'd once made with Xia Nan actually had feasibility.
"Anyway coming back will need to buy new—save effort in the future, don't maintain either. Just directly change to new after missions end."
And on the other hand, what made people feel even more amazed.
Armor getting damaged was one thing.
But every ti the damage thod was different.
The first leather armor bought at the smithy, like being rolled over by a forest elephant—the armor lining inside almost split into fragnts, still lying in his back room's scrap pile now;
The later chain mail seed like being roasted in a fire pile several rounds—even the lock fasteners inside the covering lted, making him swing the hamr for most of the evening to repair;
Now the third ti, after blunt force and fla damage, it changed to penetrating-type breakage.
Didn't know if this kid had good luck or truly had sothing.
Through the hole in the two layers of armor, could see pedestrians across the street—yet he could still stand steadily before .
"Not even a professional—general adventurers just chop goblins, catch a few gray rats. Where do all these bizarre scars co from?"
Barn muttered inwardly, but his ticulous, serious gaze swept countless tis over the two armor pieces.
Compared to earning a dozen more gold coins, reputation was undoubtedly more important.
Without any intention of concealing, he gave his judgnt to :
"The chain mail was majorly repaired once before. Although defensive capability wasn't overly weakened, durability drastically decreased."
"This ti penetrated again... recomnd scrapping."
"This light plate armor is still okay. Although also has a large gash, internal structure barely counts as intact."
"Can be repaired, but will cost quite a few gold coins, and can't guarantee defensive strength after repair."
"How about it—what are your thoughts?"
Gone...
Classic transition chapter writer's block. Sat from afternoon until now, head spinning before managing to write one chapter.
Fight again tomorrow, everyone!
Reviews
All reviews (0)