The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 885
Chapter 885
“····”
Karun showed a cold look in his eyes, as if he truly did not like Borgos’ remarks.
“That dwarf knows something.”
Balder nodded with a bright smile, unlike Karun.
“My nephew is loyal and has a refreshing personality, so he’s trustworthy! Sometimes when I see him, I say he’s better than me and my brothers! Hey, dwarf! You’re standing in line!”
He clapped his hands loudly, saying that Raon has many things better than Jeonju.
“Shut your mouth”
Karun said that he was in front of the family and hit Balder on the waist.
“This isn’t a library, so why do you always tell me to be quiet!”
Balder shook off the blow to his back as if nothing had happened and wrinkled his nose.
“Hehehe!”
Glenn cleared his throat and lowered his chin slightly.
“Are you saying you trust the Great Lord of Gwangpung that much?”
He covered his mouth and narrowed his eyes as if acting uncomfortable.
“exactly·”
Borgos walked up to Raon’s side and nodded.
“The Great Lord of Gwangpung came to rescue this old man without even asking what the circumstances were because he had only seen him once.”
He trembled his wrinkled lips as if he remembered the time when Raon had come to the deepest part of the underground.
“Dwarves do not make friends easily, but once they do, they trust and follow them for the rest of their lives… This young friend… no, the benefactor is someone who deserves it…”
Borgos hit his left chest with his fist, saying that he owed himself a debt that he could never repay in his lifetime.
“Chief! “Well said!”
“So do we!”
“Just as Raon risked his life for us, we too can risk our hammer for Raon.”
Palentun and the other craftsmen shouted that they thought the same as Borgos and beat their chests with their fists.
“Lifelong trust…”
Karun kept his mouth shut and crossed his arms, as if he had not expected Borgos to trust Raon to that extent.
“A friendship between a dwarf and a human? Wow! How cool!”
Balder let out an exclamation as if he had gulped down a bowl of beer and quenched his appetite.
“Mr. Borgos…”
Raon bit his lip slightly as he looked at Borgos, who was proudly holding his chest out.
‘I didn’t expect you to trust me this much…’
He knew that the craftsmen of Borgos and the Gray Hammer Guild were grateful to him.
However, since both parties wanted something from each other, I thought it was a transactional relationship to some extent, but I was very mistaken.
Borgos and the craftsmen really considered themselves as benefactors.
“Well, I see…”
Glenn’s hands were shaking, and his earlobes were turning red. I’m not sure exactly, but it seemed like he was holding back the emotions that were about to explode.
“If you had made a remark that disrespected Sieghardt, you would have paid a reasonable price, but this time the situation is different…”
He closed his eyes and opened them, saying that he would accept Borgos’s opinion.
“Do whatever you want. If you want to become a member of Sieghardt, I will accept it. If you want to leave, I will also accept it.”
Glenn nodded, welcoming Borgos and the Gray Hammer Guild.
“Welcome dwarfs! Make my sword heavy yet thin and soft!”
Balder stamped his foot while saying the type of sword he wanted.
“Haaa…”
Karun let out a soft sigh and slowly stretched out his arm. His elbow hit Balder’s waist heavily.
“Wow…”
Balder thought it would be as light as before, but he rolled his eyes and fell back as if he had been greatly shocked.
“I’m sorry, I’m not qualified to be an executive yet.”
Karun told Balder not to worry and bowed his head to Borgos.
‘under····’
Raon let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Karun’s calm gaze.
‘If it were the past, I would have caused trouble before Balder.’
People can change that much…
Karun must have been angry when Borgos said that he trusted him more than Sieghardt, but he did not express it in front of him and was rather polite.
It seemed possible because I truly loved Sieghart.
“no·”
Borgos calmly shook his head as he looked at the fainted Balder.
“Handling dragon bones and scales is a dream for craftsmen. You can’t just make anything with such precious materials. I intend to make equipment that best meets the user’s needs.”
He clasped his hands together, saying that since it was a precious material, it would be better to custom-make it even if it took time.
“If you make it custom-made, it will take a lot of time and effort. Are you sure that’s okay?”
Glenn let out a sigh of concern, knowing the situation of Borgos and the craftsmen.
“Of course, it is nothing compared to what our benefactor has done for us.”
Borgos replied that if Raon wanted, he could do more than that.
“Besides, it would be helpful for us to have it made to order… As is the case with swordsmanship, there is no end to hammering…”
He nodded, saying that it was an opportunity for him and the craftsmen of the Gray Hammer Guild to train.
“If you say so, I will gratefully accept it.”
Glenn slowly lowered his gaze as if to say so.
“If you need anything, please let me know. I will support you as much as I can.”
“A craftsman always wants three things: a place to lie down, a flame, and a hammer.”
Borgos said that those three would suffice and smiled confidently. He seemed to be looking at a transcendent being in the sky without any education.
“A space to lay down and a flame, hammer···”
Karun smiled faintly at Borgos. A small hint of affection seemed to be in his sunken eyes.
“I understand. I promise you maximum convenience. You worked hard to get here. For now, please rest comfortably.”
Glendo Borgos nodded his head vigorously, seeming to like his personality.
“It’s good to rest, but we want to get right back to work.”
Borgos shook his chin firmly.
“If I just sit still, I think I’ll have bad thoughts, so I think it’d be better to get to work right away.”
He bowed, saying that it didn’t matter if he wasn’t ready, and that he wanted to get started first.
“···Well, sometimes it’s better to get lost in work·”
Glenn let out a short sigh as if he knew how Borgos was feeling.
“Please do so. Let the Great Wind Lord guide the guests to Mirtan.”
He waved his hand, telling Borgos and the dwarves to lead him to Myrtan, where Sieghart’s craftsmen live.
“I’ll talk about what happens next later…”
“All right·”
Raon took a step back and bowed to Glenn.
“Let’s go”
After saying hello to Glenn, I took Borgos and the craftsmen and went to the Gaju Battle.
“The executives should research not only the person himself but also the type of weapon the prosecutors want and then submit it to the banquet.”
He gave instructions to his officers, as if he really intended to make custom weapons for all Sieghart inspectors.
“Oh, yes!”
“All right!”
The executives left Gajujeon with bright smiles, as if they were happy to be able to obtain a sword made from dragon bones, a masterpiece made by a dwarven craftsman.
“Matriarch…”
Karun stood in front of the raised platform where Glenn’s throne stood after all the executives had left.
“This time too, the achievements that Gwangpungdaeju has made are great, so I hope that the award he receives will be what I mentioned before.”
He left only those words and dragged the unconscious Balder out of the throne room.
“If that’s what you said before····”
Cheryl lowered her eyebrows as she looked at the door through which Karun had exited.
“Are we bringing Raon to Jeonju?”
“I guess so.”
Roen smiled and nodded.
“Karun said before that Master Raon should be placed in Jeonju.”
“You’ve changed so much. But I understand.”
Cheryl muttered in surprise and let out a gasp.
“The Raon I saw this time when I went out wasn’t the kid I taught to use the twin swords. Strangely enough, I felt like I was walking around with a warrior who was more skilled and stronger than me.”
She laughed, saying that she could run the place well enough even if she took over.
“Khuh-hum!”
Glenn lowered his hands, revealing the corners of his lips that were now turned up, as if he had no intention of holding back his laughter.
“I feel like I’m seeing the former head of the family. That damned lazy bastard did a really good job of raising one of his students.”
Cheryl looked at Glenn with a smile and shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s not that guy, it’s Raon who has grown up well!”
Glenn narrowed his eyes and shouted that he was definitely not raised by Rimmer.
“That’s right… I would have grown up just fine anywhere…”
Cheryl nodded with a smirk.
I naturally smiled as I remembered how the two of us had fought in the past, saying that students come first and grandchildren come first.
“That’s not it! If it weren’t for Sieghart, it wouldn’t have grown that big!”
Glenn shook his chin vigorously, as if he wanted to hear that his grandson had grown up well.
“That’s right, he’s the matriarch’s grandson, so it worked out so well.”
Cheryl tried to calm Glen down by telling him the answer he wanted.
“Hehehe…”
Roen just smiled faintly as if he was happy.
“Ahem!”
Glenn sat back on the throne with a smooth complexion, as if he was finally satisfied.
“But what are you going to say about Joongmu Jeonju’s opinion?”
Cheryl looked up as if wondering what Glenn meant.
“I am… I am….”
Glenn slowly closed his eyes and opened them while looking at the center of the family hall where Raon was standing.
“Yeah, I think it’s time now.”
* * *
As soon as Raon left the house, he headed to Mirtan Village with Borgos and the craftsmen.
“It’s definitely hot here.”
Borgos savored his appetite as if he felt the geothermal heat heating up just by walking.
“It’s not like the North…”
He rubbed his thick hands, saying that he liked it. He was a man of the continent in terms of personality and ability.
“The heat is getting stronger along this road. I think that mountain is a volcano.”
Borgos’ disciple nodded, looking at the mountain behind the village of Mirtan.
“That’s right, there was a red dragon turtle there too.”
Raon nodded and spoke about the red dragon turtle that was previously sucking up geothermal heat.
“Red Dragon Turtles love lava and geothermal heat the most. If they show up and suck up the heat, they’re no different from Hwalyangsan Mountain.”
Borgos grinned, muttering that he was looking forward to the Balkan town.
“You can see it anyway, now that we’re here.”
Raon raised his hand and pointed to the low but sturdy-looking entrance to Mirtan Village.
Hahaha!
As soon as you stand in front of the village, the air suddenly changes.
The sound of hammering was endless, accompanied by the sound of lava flowing all around.
“hmm····”
Borgos nodded slightly as he looked into the workshop on the outskirts of the village where the dull sound was coming from.
“It’s still immature, but it’s full of enthusiasm.”
He smiled slightly, as if he liked the sound of the hammer of the young craftsman concentrating inside the workshop.
The dwarves and craftsmen of the Gray Hammer Guild also seemed to be in a good mood at the sound of hammers coming from all over the place, and smiled for the first time since leaving Hwarangsan Mountain.
‘Surely a blacksmith is a blacksmith…’
Seeing the gloomy atmosphere lifted by the sound of a hammer, I felt like they weren’t called craftsmen for nothing.
“The Balkan Lord is up there.”
Raon guided the excited Borgos and the dwarves to Balkan’s workshop at the top of Mirtan Village.
The craftsmen walked quickly with their cheeks turning red, as if their emotions were heightened by the sound of hammering and the heat that enveloped the village.
‘hmm?’
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked inside Balkan’s workshop.
‘Are there any other people?’
Inside the workshop, the presence of one more person besides Vulcan was felt…
“Master-in-law…”
Calling out Balkan’s name, I knocked on the steel door.
Drudduddudduk·
Before I could take a single breath, the door to the workshop opened roughly, and Vulcan appeared, his face red as if he had been drinking.
“Raon! Why are you so late!”
Balkan frowned and asked why he didn’t come after only giving news that he was coming this way.
“I’m sorry… Something happened in the middle…”
Raon said he was sorry and bowed his head.
“How much were you expecting when I heard you were bringing dragon bones… huh?”
Vulcan clicked his tongue and then widened his eyes when he saw Borgos behind him.
“dwarf! “How come you here…”
“Somehow it turned out like this”
Borgos smiled bitterly, saying that the matter was long.
“Hmm, what happened?”
Balkan lowered his eyebrows deeply as if he had read Borgos’ gaze.
“Well, since I have to live in a three-room apartment, I guess it would be right to put it simply.”
Borgos nodded briefly and told what had happened.
“Huh…”
Vulcan could not continue his words and only fluttered his eyelids as if he had never expected such a situation to occur.
“It’s okay now, you don’t have to make that face.
Borgos lowered his chin, telling himself to be treated normally.
“but····”
“I’ve seen your swords many times, but this is my first time seeing a workshop. They’re all a bit too small for a continental craftsman.”
He first joked as if to lighten the mood.
“The size of the workshop doesn’t matter to a craftsman.”
But the answer came not from Vulcan, but from inside the workshop. A familiar voice. It was Kuberad, the craftsman of another continent.
“Kubbarud? Were you here too?”
This time, Borgos widened his eyes in surprise.
“Just as you were called by Raon, I was called by this friend…”
Kuberad let out a long sigh as he came to Balkan for help.
“No matter how much you urge me, if someone sees me, they’ll think I’m still active.”
He shook his head and said that he received ten letters a day.
“Wh, what do you mean ten? I only sent eight!”
Balkan snorted and said to count straight.
“Enough of the small talk, now show me some of that amazing ingredient… I’m tired of waiting and getting drunk from that guy…”
Kuberad nodded, saying he wanted to do some work.
“All right·”
Raon nodded slightly and called Dorian, who was behind him, forward.
“Take it all out…”
“Me, all of them? It might be a little cramped.”
Dorian looked around the workshop and shook his head.
“If you get off that road, you’ll be fine.”
“All right!”
He nodded and put his hand in his stomach pocket.
Kookookookookook!
Dragon bones, teeth, horns, and scales poured out endlessly from the stomach pouch.
As expected of an ancient dragon, its bones were large and numerous, so not only the front yard of Balkan, but also the central street of Mirtan Village was filled with dragon bones.
“Wow, there were this many?”
Borgos glared in disbelief.
“Red, black, gold? Three dragons?”
Cuberud also trembled his chin as if he was surprised.
“It’s not just the number three. Two are of the Elder Dragon level. Pure mana is deeply embedded in their bones!”
Balkan’s old eyes flashed as if he was looking forward to it just by looking at it.
“Soon the Sieghart inspectors will send you their requests. There is an abundance of materials, so please create the best work you can.”
Raon bowed his head with his hands clasped in front of him, saying he would be kind to her.
“Then you’ll need to loosen up your hands before that…”
“Yeah, I can see exactly how to solve it.”
The eyes of Balkan and Kuberad stopped at the Jecheon Sword and Jinhon Sword, respectively.
“Let’s start with your sword!”
“I think it would be better to look at your sword first.”
The two men said the same thing as friends and father-in-law, and tasted each other.