To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 295

Chapter 295 The Dwarven Village

If you were to choose the largest mountain range in the Kingdom of Celia, you could pick the Silia Mountain Range first.

Thanks to its enormous size and majestic scenery, this mountain range was named by the King of Celia himself.

However, the land is not fertile compared to its size, and it is not possible to develop it because it is a place where heterogeneous people have lived before.

Although there were a few mines in it, they were not valuable enough to ruin relations with the different races by overexploiting them.

Although it was a mountain that the local people paid tribute to and respected.

As he looked around, he was amazed.

“amazing.”

It is a huge mountain that is very ignorant.

Thanks to Aira’s teleport, Ray was able to easily come halfway up the mountain range.

Still, there was a long way to go.

The sticky moisture that wets your underwear makes you feel even more refreshed.

He decided to think positively.

“It’s not like I’ve been homeless once or twice. If you are lucky enough to meet a dwarf around here, it will be easier for you to be guided.”

Carrying a heavy leather backpack on his back, he starts climbing.

Dwarf Village is surrounded by delicate magic circles in double and triple layers.

So, following Aira’s advice not to recklessly raise mana and get stuck in it, Ray climbed the mountain carefully using even mana.

Since he hardly uses mana, his whole body is dripping with sweat.

The soaked mask had long since been taken off.

The previous positive thoughts also disappeared.

I’m still looking for a long way to go.

It would be the first time since the rites in the holy kingdom to do something by moving only the body like this.

There was something strangely refreshing about it.

It seems that he has gone crazy with the heat and humidity of the mountains.

He walked like that for several more hours.

I could feel the mana swirling around me getting entangled with each other.

Mana, which should flow slowly, only moved from the outside to the inside, so I felt a sense of heterogeneity.

Ray looked down at the village covered in bizarre mana.

“Oh my God, you’ve done a lot with the magic circle.”

The Dwarf Village was filled with strange mana from the entrance to the interior.

It is as if mana was intentionally imprisoned using a magic circle.

How much money would it cost to build all of that?

As he gulped, he headed for the village that finally appeared.

* * *

It is common for several different races to live near huge mountain ranges.

Since resources and places are limited, neighboring races have a fairly close relationship.

However, elves and dwarves were the exception.

Even a three-year-old knows that the two races do not get along.

In a way, it is natural for a Dwarf who destroys nature for his own desires to coexist with an Elf who regards it as life.

In addition, unlike elves, who value calm and quiet as virtues, dwarves prioritize a cheerful and generous personality.

What would happen if the elf was leisurely drinking tea while the dwarf smiled and said goodbye to the world with fermented wine?

In the past, it was said that there was a time when the two races lived together for the sake of each other, but now such a story is just a simple old story.

Dwarves are often criticized for being particularly picky among other heterogeneous races.

It is because of their unique hot-blooded nature.

He is quick-tempered and does not hesitate to fight no matter who the opponent is, so it is inevitable that quarrels will arise even over trivial matters.

I don’t know how the elven village was built in such a mountain range of dwarves.

Ray hurriedly approached the Dwarves who were just talking without proper guarding.

“Wait, are you okay?”

They glanced at Ray and snorted.

“What’s the elf doing to a place like this?”

“I’m looking for a blacksmith named Derp.”

As he spoke, he held out a book, and the dwarves with prominent beards stared at it.

“Derp? Why are you looking for that old woman?”

“I have an urgent request for you.”

“joy. At least, he must be trying to get a piece of iron.”

My heart was stabbed endlessly by the dwarf’s sarcasm, but I spoke confidently.

“It is true that I came to ask for a sword, but I heard that Dwarves put their heart into striking iron. It is nonsense to compare it to an insignificant piece of iron. What I have come to ask for is a sword with a heart.”

Words are always clearing water.

Those words moved the Dwarves’ hearts a little.

“You’re just saying it in a plausible way.”

“Still, we can’t let a bastard who doesn’t know metal into the village.”

Ray, who was looking for an opportunity, took out a mana stone of a higher variant monster and a branch of a dryad from his leather backpack and held it out.

The Dwarves, who had looked like dead goblins until now, were interested.

“Where did you get this from?”

“This is the first time in my life that I have had such a large mana stone.”

As they are fascinated by the rare ingredients, they speak with a weighty voice without wavering.

“Even though I don’t understand the breadth of blacksmithing, I am sincere in my heart.”

If you don’t know, you won’t have such passion.

That was considered quite reasonable even for the Dwarves to hear.

If the meek bastard in front of me hadn’t had a passion for blacksmithing, would he go through the trouble of bringing such precious materials to the Dwarf’s village?

At least not as they thought.

The Dwarves pondered for a moment and nodded.

“good night. I will allow you to enter the grounds of the artisans because of their sincerity.”

“thank you.”

“Go inside and find Derp in the biggest tavern. One nasty little guy will teach you.”

The Dwarf said that and stepped aside.

As I lowered my head again and went inside, I heard a clicking sound behind my back.

“Tsk tsk. I’m going to have a hard time waking up.”

* * *

As soon as I entered the village, I felt a prickly stare.

Even when the dwarves looked at her with disapproval, Ray had no hesitation.

The village was larger than expected.

The sheer cliffs and the waterfall flowing through them were excellent, and it was refreshing just to look around.

As I passed the entrance and went deeper, I saw a bar that caught my eye at a glance.

It is a very large building compared to the others.

“Does a drinking place need to be this big?”

There are only two doors that can be called doors in a building with four floors.

Even the one on the back doesn’t seem to be in use.

I’m afraid I might get stuck in the small door, so I lean down a little and enter.

The eyes of the dwarves who were drinking were focused.

“Half-elves?”

“What’s the pointy-eared guy doing?”

“I’ve been looking for a blacksmith named Derp.”

When the name Derp came out, the talking Dwarf cast a surprising glance.

“There are many artisans among Dwarves. Seeing that he is referring to Derp among them, he must have come to make an armour.”

“It’s a big deal that the elf is looking for the old lady. Hey Hopo!”

A dwarf who was busy moving in one corner appeared with a muscular body.

There are long cuts on the eyes and burn marks on the cheekbones and chin.

It is an impression that would make a child burst into tears at once.

A dwarf called Hoppo said.

“what’s the matter?”

“This guy is looking for derf inspiration. I’m free right now, so please guide me.”

Hoppo glances at Ray when he hears that he is looking for Derp.

Dwarves prefer fat because they have a nice body.

That way, even if you use strength, you still have stamina.

But look at the slender elf in front of you.

I wonder if I have the strength to walk, let alone stamina.

It is questionable whether he will be able to cope with Derp.

he said with disapproving eyes.

“You don’t know how precious my life is. Follow me.”

As a village located in the Celia Mountains, there was a considerable mountain road behind the tavern.

Hopo silently proceeded along the winding roads.

“Does the blacksmith named Derp live in the mountains, not in a village?”

“Because the village is so noisy. The old man hates noise. The other day, I was stabbed in the head with a barrel at a tavern because the sound of drinking was loud.”

As he speaks, he gently lifts the back of his head.

Unwillingly, I found out the origin of the soldering iron on the back of Hopo’s head.

What kind of life would it be to end up cutting off the head of the person next to you after drinking well?

“hmm. It’s more eccentric than I thought.”

Ira was worried about everything, so I expected it to some extent, but it was more than I expected.

Still, on days when I’m in a good mood, I even adjust the melody.

The thought of a dwarf hammering and humming was terrifying.

The mountain road was long.

After walking non-stop for half a day, the sound of hitting iron resonated clearly from afar.

Caang—

Caang—

It’s a full-bodied sound. Even a beginner, Ray, could tell that this was a proper strike.

“Arrived. This is Derp’s house.”

I see a house and a smithy that look pretty reliable.

There was even a stream on one side, so there seemed to be no difficulty in raising water.

Hopo did not go in with him and spoke from afar.

“Go in here alone. I am afraid that the wound will increase.”

Looking at the sheep shivering, it seems that they are timid, unlike their appearance.

“Thank you for guiding me.”

After bowing his head to Hopo, he headed towards the smithy.

Even when I saw it from a distance, I felt that it was big, but when I looked at it from close up, the brazier was literally the size of a huge rock.

The various tools placed on the shelf next to the stone brazier are particularly impressive.

As I was watching the blazing hearth as if I was making something, I heard a unique voice from the back that seemed to scrape my vocal cords.

“Who is there? Are you a visitor after a long time?”

Ray looked back.

Then, in front of her eyes, a prickly-looking, gray-haired dwarf stood.

Looking at the hammer in his hand, it was not difficult to guess that he was the dwarf he was looking for.

“This is a welcome guest. Okay, come in first.”

Enter the forge and talk.

Ray followed him in.

Everyone likes polite people when they first meet.

Ray even adjusted his voice and set an example.

“Hello, I’m…”

Ppaak!

A clumsy old dwarf threw a fist.

It wasn’t something I couldn’t avoid if I wanted to avoid it, but I was stunned by what suddenly happened and was hit right away.

Even though he is small in size, his fists flying in bizarre trajectories are even fierce.

Lay, who doesn’t know why, was holding her cheek like a simple wife and concubine, but a roar erupted.

“Such a foolish bastard! You deserve a thousand deaths for stepping dirty feet into the holy place where armor is made!”

He was downgraded from a welcome guest to a bad guy to be killed a thousand times.