The Strongest Wizard Who Makes Full Use of the Strategy Book

Me - "The Wizard" Magnus visited Basself's workshop.

Using the "Town Gate" from the village of Enzo, on the day of his return to Laxtia, the king's capital, he went to meet Aria for dinner, shortly after.

First, knock on the wooden door at the entrance and exit to show your intentions.

But I haven't heard back from you.

It also says in the Strategy Book that it's bigotry...

I was just wondering if I could get this in.

Thank goodness the door wasn't firmly due, so I slowly opened it to Knock's clap, on my own.

Thanks to you, the inside of the workshop showed up in my eyes.

"What? - Hey, what's up!?

I'm moving in.

Because the old Dwarf was down on the floor.

I'm pretty sure he's a baself, even from the photographs in the "Strategy Book"...

It was a terrible injury. There were bruising marks all over her body. They were rarely beaten.

"Hey, who the hell did this to you?!?

"The brave..."

Basself answered with constant breath.

"Brave!? No way, the Eugene's!?

When asked, Basself stays down and gives a weak nod.

That idiot......

How far do I feel if I fall... eh.

"No... healing an injury is a prerequisite now anyway. Drink Hypotion. I'll do mine. These injuries will heal soon!

I raised a bottle of "High Potion" from my nostalgia, speaking out to encourage.

Unlike regular "potions", they are quite expensive and valuable if you buy them, but they are the items you obtained when you were raising your blood path to collecting items anyway.

What a waste.

However, Bazelf weakly left and right his neck.

I refused to drink.

"Why!?

"I... apply... take it... eh. Number one... people... between... if you trust me... hmm."

Damn, there 'll be enough for bigotry too!

... No, that's not all we're talking about.

Eugene and the others are badly bewitched, and I'm glad I'm stubborn.

What's the matter......

I fell preoccupied and let my gaze wander into the universe.

And hung on the wall, lots of weapons on my eyes.

I said without hesitation, pointing to one of them - Thunder Trident.

"Sell me that great spear"

Out of the walls, it's expensive, rank B gear. If you put it up for auction, eight thousand pieces of gold won't go down.

Probably a product that Basself worked out on his own, and he would be proud of it. His admiration comes from the way he decorates.

Nevertheless, I can afford it now. I dared to say this there.

"... but I'm sorry. They say the money in hand is enough. I would like to pick it up at the inn. But that's all the delicacies. It could sell in the meantime. That's a shame. So instead of mounting this" high potion "-"

"Enough.... Already figured it out"

Bazelph laughed out in a squeaky voice as he suffered the pain.

This bigoted looking Jii, probably won't laugh once a year?

He was definitely laughing at the vibe.

"... farce is good. Thank you for that medicine, man."

"I'm Magnus. Magnus the Wizard."

"Thank you, Magnus the Wizard"

When Bazelph received the bottle of "High Potion" with a careful waist, he drank it carefully.

The wound heals as he looks at it, and Bazelph stands up in tears.

"So, what can I do for you, Magnus? You don't really want that spear, Lord Wizard?

"Ha! Well, I was expecting you to be a superior blacksmith, and I had a Magic Item that I wanted you to forge. Materials have also been made available. I wish I could put up a reward commensurate with your insistence... to be honest, it would help if you lost a little. Specifically, about a bottle of" High Potion. "

"Ha! I see, I understand. Fine. Let's lose. Not to mention two bottles of hyppotion."

"That's right, isn't that fat belly Dada?

"Pretty masculine, huh? Even when I was younger, I was hot."

"I guess in Dwarf's aesthetic sense, a human man would tell a woman to pull her belly in more."

As we tap each other lightly, we also break down the air that is between us.

The race is different, men and men.

I also have a little bit of bigotry, and magic and blacksmith, and the road is different. It was common with Basselph to be proud of his skill.

In short, they are alike.

But after laughing at each other, Basself coughed.

You look awkward, sorry, and confess.

"I'm tempted to take on the request, but I have one problem. The brave man took the golden hammer he always used."

"Again, if it's not something you use a lot, are you on your own?

"I want to say, I'm a blacksmith and a servant, I don't choose tools - but when it comes to hitting" Magic Items, "it just changes the story. It's impossible to forge without a gold hammer made of Mithril, Adamantite, or magical metal."

"I see..."

I was good at it, and I roared.

But, Eugene, it annoys me by doing good things.

Mithrill Smith Hammer or Adamantite Smith Hammer would not be easy to obtain.

What's the matter? I took the Strategy Book.

I read and fished the index of the chapter "Items".

And I caught my eye in one place.

"Well... this is..."

"What's up, Magnus? What's that book? What does it say?

"More details later, Lord Basself."

I said with a fucking laugh.

"Apparently, you can get it. - And the Orihal Consmith Hammer."