Volcanic Sphere

If you descend the Sulfur Mountain and cross the longitude east and west of the Anhwa Castle, you will find the Dongeung.

Dong Leung has been known for being the principal residence of Dong from Ye. There were many renowned craftsmen and workshops in the countryside, not just in the east.

Weapons made in the neighbourhood were highly regarded and the steps of unarmed people and merchants who wanted to buy them were not constant.

Many people usually came to town, but after the war with the pagans, the number of people who came to town doubled.

War was a monster that ate supplies. Especially given the enormous consumption of weapons, many munitions struggled to get weapons.

As things turned out, the forges and workshops in Dong-neung were screaming joyfully with boom. Such an atmosphere appeared prominently in the faces of those who came and went through the streets.

People in other parts of the world were shrinking into war, while people here were walking with their shoulders extended. And there was a smile on his face.

There were three men passing by on horseback through the streets of the neighbourhood.

It was a man in black with a black horse, a boy in white horse, and finally a man with a harrowful face.

They were a group of Damho who left Sulphuric Acid.

He looked around and said,

“This place looks like a starry world. It's hard to die anywhere else. ”

“If it's negative, it's positive. Some are struggling with war, while others do not benefit from it. That's what people do here. ”

“The world is so absurd. ”

“That's it. ”

Silent light nodded and agreed with the words of the Progress.

The sight they saw on their way here was truly disastrous.

The world was so chaotic that the word Nancy fits in. Mind has cooled rapidly, especially in Sacju, when the Mourim Blind has been defeated.

People shunned the outing and once they met the unarmed, they avoided it. For the general public, the Muslims were also a disaster.

“Today we rest here. ”

In the words of Damhoe, the progress and silence were semi-colored.

I've been running without a rest for two days already. My heart is in a hurry, but it is time for me to rest my words.

Silk Il Gwang has the largest guest glass in the immediate vicinity. It's money. I brought plenty from the living quarters, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Ordinary rooms were already sunny and unpretentious as the entire countryside was booming. Because of that, Silent Light had to pay a lot of money and get a special room.

Muay Il Guang asked me to pay Jumsoi more money and take special care of his horse.

Damho, who came into the special room, said.

“We'll leave early tomorrow morning, so rest easy. ”

“Brother!”

The progress flashed.

“Tell me.”

“Can I come outside for a second? ”

“What's the matter? ”

“The lead is worn out and it's time to change it. Now that the forge here is famous, I want to take this opportunity. ”

“Can you go alone? ”

“I'll come with you. There's something I need to find out. ”

At the end of the day, the silent light came out.

Damho nods. Because if it is silent, it can be trusted.

When the permission fell, the silent light and the dust rushed out.

The two of them headed to the Grand Banquet where there were many skilled artisans in the neighbourhood.

As soon as he entered the main hall, the smell of burning iron provoked a sense of smell, and the sound of a powerful hammer filled the tympanic membrane.

Every workshop that sells weapons is bargaining, so the atmosphere is very elevated. Such a street atmosphere has not been adapted.

“Huw!”

In the end, progress sighed.

Sil Il Gwang said, looking at such progress.

“Why are you sighing? ”

“Just because I thought something was unfair..... ”

“The world isn't fair at all. ”

“Yes?”

“That's the world. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“If the world were fair, we wouldn't have the same greenery. ”

His words left a lot of luck.

Silent light laughed and said how heavy the atmosphere had become.

“Let's go in there. ”

The place he pointed out was also the largest and most spectacular workshop in the Grand Banks. And there were so many.

The Jingbo nodded and followed the silent light.

As soon as I entered the workshop, a clerk came out and welcomed me.

“Welcome. What can I show you? ”

“Do you have a week? ”

“Lead?”

“A knife in the kitchen. ”

In response, the clerk's face was crumpled like a belly button.

“As you can see, our workshop only sells weapons like swords and degrees. I don't handle knives in the kitchen. ”

“Yes? There are so many knives. ”

“We're primarily weapons workshops. It's not profitable to make knives in the kitchen. Probably most of the workshops nearby are just like ours. ”

“So where do we go to buy the lead? ”

The clerk who thought for a moment about the question of progress finally opened his mouth.

“Then go to the Song Processing Room at the end of the Great Bang Gang. If you're the owner of it, you might want to make it. ”

“Thank you.”

The Jingbo bows his head and greets him and comes out. His face was filled with regret.

“I can't believe there's no lead in the workshop. It's the most basic.”

“I can't help it. Because they don't get paid as they say. ”

“Ehh!”

“There's still a place to make, so let's go. If you don't hurry, you won't even be able to get it. ”

“Yes!”

Progress moved forward with the answer.

My mouth was puffy as if I had swallowed sand.

Unlike other workshops, the broadcasting studio that the clerk taught me was very humbling. There were few guests because of it.

“There is.”

I had a bright smile on the face of the progress I was looking at in the workshop.

Unlike other workshops, the processing room featured several kitchen tools, including an LED.

The progress report was examined with the lead listed at the front. It's because it came into my eyes strangely.

“Good.”

I burst into admiration.

It was a tea made by a skilled craftsman with great care.

It's a little heavy, but it's well-balanced and it stands well.

Land!

The sound of clear iron echoes widely as you bounce your body with your fingers.

“Ho!”

I couldn't help but admire the silent light.

I thought it was a small workshop, but the inner air I felt at the initiative was not normal.

Then two old men walked out from inside the workshop. One was an old man who seemed to be the owner of the workshop, and the other was a much older man.

His face was full of deep wrinkles, and his eyes were covered in sagging flesh, so he could not tell the exact age. He was wearing a very big bloody robe, and strangely, whenever he moved, he heard a roar.

The wrinkled old man smiles with a slight glance at the progress of the dust.

“Your guest must be here. ”

“I guess so, Noya. ”

“What are you doing? I've got a visitor and he's not running. ”

“Well, if you want to buy it, you buy it, or you don't. ”

“Tsk! You're such a psychopath, you're flying flies. Look at the other workshop. They're all booming, aren't they? ”

“It's not too late to die, but what else do you make? ”

The blacksmith smiled at the wrinkled old man's sharp answer. It was like looking at a cute grandson.

“Even if you have a burrowing head..... ”

“Noyama, don't overdo it. You're not even old anymore, are you? ”

“Not necessarily, but now every time I move, I feel a little skeletal. But what should I do? I don't have anyone to do it for me, so I have to move this old man. ”

The wrinkled old man smiled.

On the other hand, it felt strange to see the old man wrinkled and silent.

It was definitely in the same workshop, but it felt like the old man was living alone drinking the air of another world. The strangest feeling of reaching out and not reaching out dominated their senses.

The wrinkled old man walked towards the progress of the dust. He looked at the old man in a dazed manner.

The wrinkled old man spoke to the Progress.

“Kid, what's your name? ”

“Bar, it's dust. ”

“Progress?”

“Yes!”

“That's a good name. Seeing as I picked out the knife, it looks like I'm cooking. ”

“Don't worry, that's right. ”

“That knife. ”

“Yes?”

“It's cruel, but it's a good knife that he made with his own heart. I'll hold on for decades if I use it well. ”

“Thank you.”

The wanderer replied without even knowing himself. The wrinkled old man smiled to see if he liked the look.

“That knife..... will you give it to me for a second? ”

“Yes?”

The old man stretches out his hand and takes the initiative.

The old man touched the LED day lightly with two fingers.

Jiing!

The moment the lead burst into tears.

“Degree, painting? ”

Silent light struck me with surprise.

The lead held by the Progress was clearly a well-crafted knife. But the limitations of the kitchen knife were clear, and it was made for that purpose only.

It means it's never a knife to paint. Nevertheless, the old man's hand was painted at once.

‘Go…… I can't. ’

A light of tension appeared in the eyes of the silent light. The blacksmith shakes his head and says,

“Enough, Noya. Aren't they surprised? ”

“Is that so?”

“Ehh!”

Blacksmith gives back to the Progressive Progress a wrinkled old man's sigh. The backward progress of the frostbite is dreadful.

“Use it well. ”

“Yes? Yes! ”

The wrinkled old man knocked on the shoulder of the advancement and took a step outside. Just before leaving the door, the wrinkled old man looked back at the blacksmith.

“Thank you. You made a great promise. ”

“Noya!”

“You've done a great job. Live for the rest of your life, please. That's all we have. ”

At this moment, the blacksmith's eyes were noticeably shaken. The wrinkled old man disappeared with a sad smile on him.

The blacksmith says nothing and looks at the door where the wrinkled old man is gone.

After a while the blacksmith regained consciousness, the old man trimmed his robe and raised his head toward the door.

“Noya! Please do whatever you want. ”

The old man's shoulders trembled as the blacksmith lowered his head to the ground.

I looked at the sight without saying anything about the progress and silence.

Who the hell is that old man? ’

It was a common idea that came to mind. But I dared not open the door because I was pressed into a heavy atmosphere.

It wasn't long ago that the blacksmith stood up. There was a slight teardrop in the old man's eye.

The blacksmith wipes his tears and looks at the progress and silence.

“That knife..... are you going to live? ”

“Yes? Yes! ”

“Lucky you. Welcome to the end of the Wind Moon Festival. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“It's five. ”

“Yes?”

“Five knives of silver. If you're going to live, give me five. ”

Blacksmith says the old man said that the progress took five pieces of silver out of the nesting pockets and handed them to him.

The blacksmith, who received the silver, snorted and went inside. There were only two left in the sleepwalks, and the silent light looked at each other's faces.

It was like being possessed by a ghost.

Blacksmith wanted to ask the old man more, but was not strict. They eventually had to come out with only one lead.

“What the hell?”

I stared at the lead that the progress was holding in my hand.

I felt a strange fever in my hand holding the lead.

Ooooooooo!

It sounded like a hallucination.

Jinbo returned to the cushion with his head in his arms.

The broadcasting station was closed that day, and the blacksmith disappeared.