What kind of a man is this blacksmith?
The blacksmiths tent was in the most remote corner of the Freelancers Bazaar, at the top of a mountain. As Bok Man-Chun and I hiked up the winding mountain path, I asked about the blacksmith we were eting to kill so ti.
No one knows his real na, we just call him Old Man Wi. Like all blacksmiths, hes extrely stubborn and built like a bear.
I hope hes as skilled as he is stubborn.
Theres no doubt about that. When he first showed up at the Freelancers Bazaar, we all thought he was a fraud, but a few freelancers bought his blades out of pity
And then? What happened to them?
Bok Man-Chun was a great storyteller, perhaps due to his extensive traveling experience. He always paused at just the right mont to pique my curiosity.
Unexpectedly, the weapons saved their lives many tis. Even though they were cheap, they remained sharp and intact through dozens of battles. He said, grinning.
The quality of the weapons must be excellent
Now heres where the fun part begins. One of the n whose life was saved by the old blacksmiths weapon went to thank him, and guess what he said in response? Ahem Bok Man-Chun coughed and imitated Old Man Wis rough voice, Thats just a cheap blade made by a crackpot, I dont need any more of your money.
I laughed at the exaggeratedly gruff voice, I guess thats proof of his skills!
Hahaha, yes! Anyway, the old man suddenly beca famous in the Freelancers Bazaar, and countless freelancers lined up to buy weapons from him Hang on, the road aheads kind of dark.
As we moved further away from the center of the Freelancers Bazaar, the dim lamps beca too sparse to properly illuminate the street.
CRACKLE
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Bok Man-Chun stopped walking, lit up a torch, and then continued, Where were we Ah, thats when the old man started making a certain request of the freelancers.
A request?
Yes. He promised that as long as one fulfills his request, hell make them a masterpiece.
Hmm The word masterpiece intrigued . There were many blacksmiths in the world, but only a few could claim to be able to make a masterpiece. Even in my past life, I didnt know of many such craftsn.
If I had to na one, it would be the person who forged the Blood Demon Sword
Were talking about a blacksmith who calls a quality sword trash, you know? Can you imagine just how amazing his idea of a masterpiece would be? Bok Man-Chuns excited voice brought back to reality.
It probably wouldnt be unreasonable to assu itd be a legendary weapon.
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His offer isnt even limited to swords. As long as its made of iron, he can make it. That includes daos, spears, staffs, armor
In that case, it cant be an easy request! What did he ask for?
I dont know.
What?
The n who accepted his request are all dead.
Thats a joke, right? I furrowed my brows.
If youre seeing this, you are at the wrong place.
Bok Man-Chun hastily added, Erm, maybe not all of them died, but at least, no one revealed the quest details.
Did they swear an oath to secrecy? Im sorry if this seems rude to you, Administrator Bok, but freelancers arent exactly a tight-lipped bunch
They didnt talk, not because they swore not to talk, but because they cant talk. Every single one of the survivors has gone mad.
Hey, hey! Is Bok Man-Chun planning to bring to a secret location to murder or drive insane? Youre finally showing your true colors. Are you after my fortune? I asked solemnly, clenching my fists.
Bok Man-Chun imdiately broke out in a cold sweat. N-No, Boss! Please finish listening to what I say first! Old Man Wi also accepts monetary commissions! You dont have to fulfill his request!
It might not be a masterpiece, but hell still make you an excellent sword if you pay him well.
You should have told that first. I relaxed my grip.
Bok Man-Chun cheekily feigned a sigh of relief, Phew! Anyway, thats Old Man Wi for you. Hes stubborn, skilled, and knows when to keep his mouth shut. Those are all the qualities youre looking for in a blacksmith, right?
Why is such a man in the Freelancers Bazaar? With his skills, finding employnt shouldnt be a problem.
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Never ask questions like that, Boss. Theres not a man in this place who doesnt have a story, Bok Man-Chun smiled enigmatically, fiddling with the eyepatch over his left eye.
Doing that doesnt make you look cool, just cringey.
Tsk
When we reached the summit, I saw a tent with two custors standing outside.
Boss, were almost there
BOOOOOM!
With a sound like a bursting drum, one of the n standing in front of the tent was knocked into the air and sent flying past .
KEUAAAAAK! Fuck you, old man!
Luckily, the blow wasnt as bad as it sounded, and the man quickly scrambled back to his feet. Why wont you do it? I said Id pay you! he yelled.
Hes a drug addict. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the mans eyes were bloodshot, his face was black, and he slled of so kind of dicine.
In a gravelly voice, the person in the tent said, Youre the one who should fuck off. Im not selling you anything.
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The person in the tent was standing in front of a lamp, so it was hard to make out his features, but it was definitely an old mans voice.
Damn it! You think you can get away with this?
Want another beating? The old man threatened.
Fearing for his life, the drug addict hurled all sorts of creative insults at the old man before turning and running away.
I whispered to Bok Man-Chun, Is that old man the blacksmith?
From the looks of it, yes.
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You didnt say anything about him being a strong martial artist.
How would I know that?
Who are you people? the old man suddenly asked, finally noticing us.
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