Have a Meal Before You Go

Mahchang leaves first, Smith looks left and right. After confirming the absence of human resources, he asks Pata in a discreet tone.

“I thought you said you met Patriot Ridid in the Sky Mountains west of the Empire? ”

“Hmm?"

Pata was embarrassed. Patriot Lead was the full name of Pata. I've been called Pata for quite some time, and now I feel awkward.

“Right…… ”

Smith's eyes were radiant.

“Don't you remember me? ”

“Uhh.......”

Pata was deeply troubled by this unexpected question. Bondi dragons were not particularly close with Dwarves and Elves and other heretics. The reason is simple.

It's a kind of passive effect emanating from the body of the dragon, the Dragon Pier.

In addition, dragons tend to nest in the mountains, but the mountain where dragons nest was used to have a large migration of xenophiles. I don't know if a dragon will reach out first, but I swear to God, that dragon will be nothing but Pata.

For now.

After thinking about the dwarf for a long time, Pata suddenly breaks her head. Once upon a time, before I met Cheolho, I lived in a maze in a small village west of the Empire.

An emissary has arrived from the Empire. I remember sharing the Black Iron Mine of Sky Mountain.

“....... Did you come as an envoy to the Empire? ”

“Yes! Yes! That's right!”

Smith nods, delighted.

“Was he the kid who fell asleep so happy to see the Black Iron Mine? ”

Smith wept as if moved.

“That's right, that's right. ”

“That....... I was so surprised to see how I handled Black Iron that I asked you to teach me skills.......? ”

“You remembered! ”

“....... ”

Pata is cruel, and she clears her throat.

At that time, Smith joined to assess the quality of Black Iron as the Chief Blacksmith.

But the Imperial delegation consisted mostly of very arrogant, stubborn, and scratching people's nerves.

If I had known there was a Black Dragon in the Maze of Small Town, I never would have done it.

They sold the value of the Black Iron Mine and forced it to be handed over for a cheap price.

I remember when Pata beat them quietly and sent them back to the Empire and flew directly to the Imperial Palace to build a wall.

One of the Dwarves felt a good kick in the butt. He reminded me of something that hit him a little more than the others.

“That's when the Patriot slapped my ass, and, uh, he tastes good. I remember a muttering. ”

Smith was truly a face filled with admiration without malice. Pata pauses on her forehead and asks.

“Bar, bar, do you want to eat? There's a restaurant in the alley that I know well. ”

“I just ate. Oh, that restaurant? ”

Smith claps his hands as if all questions had just been cleared. Then I asked again in secret.

“Did you make Adamantium handkerchief in that restaurant? ”

“Yeah, yeah… I did. ”

“A dragon-bone cutting board, a dragon eating knife? ”

Pata blinks.

Shit, I've never heard of that.

But I nodded.

“Ugh, mmm. That's my work, too. ”

“Oh, I see. Hahaha.”

At that moment, Smith had just abandoned his mind, 'If I meet such a fool who makes desserts with adamantium and makes kitchen supplies with dragon ingredients, I will humiliate him.'

If you insult a dragon, it will evaporate without a trace.

Pata was astonished by the sharp eyes of the dwarf in his own way. Anyway, he scratches his head, pointing to his hardware store.

“Let's go in. ”

“Oh, yeah. It's an honor."

* * *

In fact, when a dragon becomes human with a polymorph, there's very little way to find out. Even if you know it, it's mostly just a way of looking at the hardships and appearance of the class.

In that regard, the dwarf's memory was processable. I can't believe you still remember seeing that face.

Smith is a chatty dwarf.

But he had a very high level of colostomy, and Pata had a very high level of skill, so the conversation went well.

Plus, Smith had a lot of respect for Pata because of her ability to handle Black Iron. Black Iron is an ore with a lot of impurities. It has a lot of quality depending on its refining skills.

Pata's refinement skills were superior to those of a Dwarf. Of course, Pata had lived 800 years and refined her blacksmithing skills. The life expectancy of a Dwarf is unlikely.

“What a dragonless notion of making a handkerchief out of Adamantium. I was really surprised. ”

“Well, I was just trying to use it. ”

“Enough!”

Smith was once again moved by the dragon's great words.

“Him or me, you work here as a blacksmith supplying Awakening weapons? ”

“Yes, but I'm pretty good at it. ”

Smith smiles shyly.

“I see.”

Pata nods.

“Oh, is it possible that 30 years ago, there was a dragon in this world...? ”

Pata nods again.

“And the ‘unknown power’ of this world...? ”

“That's not true. I don't know whose power it is either. ”

Smith and Pata have a pleasant chat.

Pata was also understanding the current situation. Cheolho occasionally asked for counseling. I wanted to help out a little on the side of the association.

Smith talks for a long time, then gets up.

“I'm sorry I took up too much time. ”

“No, no, no. Come here often. ”

Smith bows his head and carefully steps out of the hardware store. Pata thinks about it quietly and says to Smith,

“Smith?”

“Oh, yeah. ”

“I wish you'd keep my meeting a secret. ”

“Of course, of course. I'll keep it a secret until this old man dies! ”

Smiling at Smith's relentless eyes. Somehow, I remembered hitting my butt a long time ago, so I threw a chunk of 10,000 years ago that I was going to give a gift or take it to Chulho.

Tuck!

Smith received the metal. I threw it lightly, but it was the size of two fists.

“It's called the fountain season. ”

“Full season?”

“Magic is a metal that absorbs heat. I just stumbled upon it myself, but it's quite interesting. Use it if you have anything to use. ”

“.......! ”

Smith opens his mouth. Pata pointed at the sack in the corner of the hardware store like a box.

“And there's adamantium ore. A little over a dozen. ”

Smith urgently opens the sack.

It contains twelve lumps of Adamantium ore that were so desperately searching for. The poor Dwarf was amazed dozens of times more by the surprises he's had in his life today.

The Adamantium Ore that has been collected by the light bulb for the past few years is only a lump of this sack. But twelve in this stupid sack!

W-

Smith drops the fountain ore in his hand.

“Take it if you need it. ”

Chulho gave me 10,000 years of iron ore and Adamantium ore and said:

- Use it whenever you're bored with small talk.

That's why I decided to donate. There's no answer from over there.

Pata tilts her head and walks toward Smith. I was surprised.

“Oh, shit, it's a heart attack. ”

The poor little dwarf has a heart attack, foaming at his mouth.

.

Smith wakes up in the hospital.

I felt like I was falling asleep. It was refreshing to have my whole body stabbed.

Then he looked dejected.

“Oh my, what a dream! ”

You mutter in a sighing voice.

I should have known it was a dream a long time ago. What's with the Adamantium soup in the restaurant? What's with the twelve Adamantium? What's with the dragons and the fourteen years old?

It was clear that desperation had created a dream.

By the way.

Where am I?

I can't remember, but I scratched my head, and I saw a sack next to the bed. My heart thumped. Open the sack.

Twelve Adamantium Ore, and one White-Year-Old Iron Ore. It's still there.

You see a small note inside.

[He had a heart attack, made first aid and sent to the hospital. Even as you get older, you're still vulnerable.]

Apparently Pata brought him to the hospital. It wasn't a dream.

Soon, I heard the sound of rushing footsteps.

“Grandpa! Grandpa! ”

Getaway. Smith rushes out the note, puts it in his mouth, and swallows.

Getaway gasps into the bedroom. Then the gearwalk, which saw Smith in good shape, breathed heavily and wiped the area of his eyes.

“Well, what the hell. Are you okay?"

“Yes! I'm fine! ”

Smith smiles cheerfully and replies.

“If you get old, just die quickly! Don't let the heart fall out! ”

Gear Walk Blurry! I sat in a chair beside the bed screaming.

It was Smith who was the easiest to deal with in the association, and Smith was also like a son.

I scratched my head, smiling shyly, knowing that words can come from worries.

“....... ”

The silence was brief. Smith opens his mouth carefully.

“Hun.”

Kim Hoon. It was the original name of the Gearwalk.

“Why?”

“You said the Ogre overoutput causes the internal temperature to rise too much, right? ”

Gearwalk sighs and nods.

“Yes. Maybe we should reduce the output a little bit, or find a new metal. ”

“Is there any way to increase output a little bit? ”

“I think so. If you have enough magical adamantium, you can increase your output as much as you want. but it's going to be a toast instead. ”

Smith grumbles. I wanted to explain this miracle to the whales right now.

The head is rolling fiercely on one side. I needed a way to justify this incredible discovery. There are excuses in my head.

First things first.

I feel like I'm going crazy because my body is itchy. I wanted to hear the sound of the bellows quickly. I felt a hot heat and wanted to hold the heavy hammer in my hand. I wanted to touch the new metals.

There's so much to do!

Weapons to be supplied to Awakened will also be fully replaced! In twelve pieces, I was confident that I would create a cool weapon unlike the existing alloy.

This is no time to be in the hospital!

Smith jumps up and shouts.

“Let's go!”

“Uh, uh, where are you going? ”

“Let's go to the forge! ”

Smith picks up a cold sack and starts running.

“Oh, Grandpa! Come with me! ”

Gearwalk grumbles and follows.

End of Magic Sack

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