“Even though I didn’t get to see Master Rom today, I believe I will be meeting him soon. I believe Master Rom will make me an ultimate weapon sooner or later for the sake of my sincerity.” Hadeng tilted his head back and took a big gulp of the liquor with a smug expression.

  “You said that last month too,” an orc next to him said, pursing his lips. He had gone to line up today too, so he was very clear about the situation. Hadeng still had to wait for those who were in front of him to get their turn before it would get to him.

  Hadeng glanced at that orc, and was certain that he wasn’t an opponent that he could defeat. Hence, he decided to let things slide as he smilingly said, “However, there was a chef who hailed from Chaos City today. He said he came to ask Master Rom to forge him a cleaver. Don’t you guys find it funny?”


  “Asking Master Rom to forge a cleaver? Is that fellow insane?”


  “That’s right. Did he know who Master Rom is? He is the number one weaponsmith on the Norland Continent. Someone actually wants him to forge a cleaver?”


  “Did that fellow get hammered to death by Master Rom on the spot?”


  The tavern burst into a commotion instantly.

  The dwarves in Issen Castle were born to be blacksmiths as even a 10-year-old child could forge a cleaver, and someone actually asked the legendary weaponsmith, Master Rom, to forge a cleaver. Wasn’t it akin to asking for trouble?

  Smiling, Hadeng shook his head. “We left after Master Rom said he wasn’t going to accept any orders, but that fellow wasn’t very street-smart, he refused to go. I’m also not sure whatever happened afterward, but that fellow was obviously a stubborn mule. He could still be going there the next day. We will be able to find out tomorrow.”


  “Then, we’ve got to go and see tomorrow. I want to see who’s the fellow that is so daring to come to Issen Castle and insult Master Rom.”


  “Yes, let’s go and see.”


  People began to acknowledge and agree with him in the tavern. To the young dwarves, Master Rom was their idol. How could he be insulted like this?……

  Mag, who just checked into the best room in Tam Inn, was packing up the room. He had no idea that there was a group of people preparing to watch him fail and even beat him up.

  Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.

  There was nothing more important than letting Amy have a good sleep.

  Tam Inn wasn’t a high-class hotel, and the cheaper rooms were even damp and messy. Hence, Mag spent another 100 copper coins for the best room in the inn.

  The room was on the second floor and away from the tavern, so they wouldn’t be disturbed by the drunkards’ screams and shouts.

  The room’s decorations were very simple: just a stone bed, two sets of bedding, a small stone table, and two stone stools. There was nothing else in the room.

  The biggest difference when compared to the rooms on the ground floor was that the room was better ventilated and cleaner.

  Mag dumped the beddings onto the chair in the corner, and then bought two sets of comfortable feather duvets from the System. Then, he carried the sleepy Amy onto the bed and covered her with the duvet.

  Ugly Duckling burrowed itself into the duvet and snuggled into Amy’s arms. It fell asleep instantly……

  Early next morning, Joey and Joss came to the workshop, and discovered in shock the workshop’s door was open.

  “Did the master get drunk again yesterday?” Joey said, feeling worried and unsettled. Master Rom had gotten drunk and slept at the door of the workshop recently. He was sick for a few days because of that.

  “Quick, let’s go and have a look,” Joss said anxiously. Even though the master always vented his anger on them, he was still the person they admired the most.

  The two of them quickly walked to the workshop’s door, and they heard the sounds of hammering from within. The clear and crisp sounds had an amazing rhythm.

  “Is this?” Both of them were surprised as they had seldom seen Master Rom forge anything personally for the past few months. They were used to seeing him sit in front of the furnace in a daze most of the time, and he could spend the whole day just sitting there.

  Moreover, he would drink a lot of alcohol every night and wake up very late the next day. So, what was going on with the hammering sounds in the workshop now?

  Filled with doubts, the two of them pushed open the door gently and walked in. They saw Master Rom wearing thin clothing while standing in front of the forging table, and swinging his personal black hammer. He was sweating profusely as he hammered on a fiery red hot metal mold on the forging table vigorously.

  Master Rom, who was over 400 years old, had a healthy and strong physique that could put many youngsters to shame. That black hammer which weighed over 150 kg seemed so light and agile in his hands. It turned, flipped, and then hammered forcefully onto that metal mold. The metal mold which was mixed with many precious metals changed its shape rapidly in front of their eyes. The metals merged together and formed a brand-new alloy, being slowly molded into shape under the heavy hammer.

  Joss and Joey stood at the door and stared at Rom in a shock. The amazing rhythm between the hammer and him was so harmonious that it seemed heavenly.

  This was the first time that they had seen Master Rom so immersed in forging since they came to the workshop. This scene had totally subverted how they imagined forging was supposed to look.

  At this moment, he was no longer the irritable master. Instead, he was truly the famous forging master. He was using the astonishing skills that shocked the world and presented many awesome weapons.

  “Ding!”


  The hammer landed forcefully on the metal mold. Then, Rom slowly lowered his hammer as his chest rose and fell slightly. He grabbed a towel from the side to wipe the sweat on his face before smiling at Joey and Joss, who were standing at the door in a shock, and saying, “What is it? Do you want to learn?”


  “Yes.” Joey and Joss nodded simultaneously without the need to think further.

  Laughing, Rom said, “You guys got to work hard if you want to learn. My skills are not meant for lazy bums.”


  “Huh?” Joey and Joss were shocked to see the smile on Rom’s face. Normally, Rom was always brooding, and had never smiled at them before, let alone offered to teach them forging. He only let them forge things by themselves or chase away the customers lining up at the door.

  “Y-you are saying that you are going to teach us how to forge weapons?” Joey was the first to react as he stared at Rom in disbelief.

  “R-really?” Joss was still in a shock and disbelief.

  “Since I let you into the workshop, naturally I am going to teach you things. As for how much you are able to learn from me, that will all depend on you.” Rom picked up the heavy again, and smilingly said, “I accepted a new order yesterday. Today, I will teach you how to forge a cleaver.”


  “Cleaver?”


  Joey and Joss were stunned again.

  “Are you talking about the cleaver that is used by a chef?” Joey asked cautiously as he had angered Master Rom when he mentioned the chef’s request yesterday. Why did he decide to forge the cleaver today?