Chapter 39: A blacksmith
Ah, that moment the blacksmith nodded positively.
He was panicking.
Malvoid sent a hand toward him.
"So you can get up."
The man nodded and grabbed his hand and stood up.
Even though he was still trembling like a leaf.
His mouth shivering, he said.
"So... I... wanted... a new sword."
Malvoid moved his head up once.
At that moment the young man’s eyes shone with many little stars.
"Yes, I can do it if I have the necessary materials."
He held his chin in joy.
"I could create or fix any sword you want, if it is possible."
At that moment, Malvoid thought.
He really loves that... good.
Then Malvoid said.
"Follow me."
The blacksmith replied.
"I can’t see anything."
At that moment, Malvoid scratched his head.
I forgot not everyone can see in the darkness.
Malvoid removed a luminous crystal from his inventory.
[Your inventory storage mass has dropped.]
At that moment, the blacksmith’s face was covered with curiosity.
What’s this type of crystal... What can I do with it?
Malvoid threw the luminous crystal toward him.
He held it with difficulty as his hands were trembling.
Then Malvoid moved backward.
And the blacksmith shouted.
"Wait for me!"
They walked together toward the passage of the mine.
As soon as he entered once more.
There was a goblin mutant waiting for them with an ugly malicious smile.
Malvoid made a step on the ground.
He stared at the goblin so intensely that the goblin mutant was intimidated and intuitively moved backward.
But as soon as it was about to run, Malvoid beheaded the goblin.
As soon as the blacksmith was observing the place.
He mistakenly fell down and hit his head, hair, and leg on the head of a goblin with a malicious smile.
He immediately stood up and moved faster.
At that moment Malvoid was walking surely and rapidly toward their destination.
After a wind blew toward them.
The blacksmith inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.
This is fresh air. Where is it coming from?
The next second he said with a serious facial expression.
"What is the name of my savior?"
As soon as Malvoid heard that he smiled slightly under his mask as he was waiting for the moment.
He turned toward the blacksmith and said.
"My name is Malvoid! Retain it because my name will be written in legends."
The blacksmith slightly moved his eyes to the wall and whispered.
"I guess it’s true... But as a villain, probably."
Malvoid moved to the place and stopped for a moment.
Malvoid threw his sword up to the blacksmith.
The young man held it.
He stared at it.
And looked at it in detail.
And he activated his skill.
[The view of the blacksmith: permits the user to analyze in detail the components of a material, its weight, diameter, etc.]
"Your sword was not bad in resistance... But I’m curious what damaged it so greatly."
The blacksmith moved and struck Malvoid.
The blacksmith was short.
And Malvoid replied.
"It is a mage."
As soon as he heard that, all types of scenarios came to his mind.
She was strong.
He was thinking on how to create or to fix it.
He slightly scratched his nose.
Then they finally arrived at the place.
Malvoid stepped in and the blacksmith followed.
They looked at the place and he felt discouraged.
Then Malvoid moved with his head a little and he saw a crystal on the ground.
He swallowed his saliva as if he was hungry.
"May I?"
Malvoid folded his arms and nodded.
The young man ran toward it and jumped.
He fell on it.
Small crystals... Smaller crystals, crystal... luminescent crystals.
He picked them up and gazed at them as a kid that had discovered a new thing.
A few minutes later, Malvoid spoke.
"Do you have a magic bag?"
He replied with a smile.
"Yes."
"Do you have enough energy left?"
He nodded.
Then Malvoid spoke.
"So you may carry it all."
The blacksmith froze.
"All this, without any help... I’m weak... I don’t have strength to carry something more than my weight or equal to it."
Then Malvoid beheaded out the mist.
"What do you weigh?"
He instantly replied.
"55 kg."
At that moment, Malvoid gazed at him.
"Now pick it all."
He started picking and putting them inside his magic bag.
The magic bag was small and its size wasn’t increasing.
But the mass was increasing.
At that moment, Malvoid started his punch up.
"100... 101... 105."
Suddenly, the blacksmith shouted.
"I have finally finished!"
Then Malvoid stopped and approached the blacksmith.
And folded his arms.
"Good."
Malvoid tried to carry the bag and moved it up.
But his body was trembling.
"I didn’t know the crystals could be so heavy."
At that moment, the blacksmith covered his mouth.
It was funny to see Malvoid trembling trying to carry up a small bag.
Hehe.
There are many items in the bag.
You can’t carry it all.
Malvoid released the bag.
The bag hit the ground and cracked the ground.
Then the young man removed from his pocket a round object.
And put it below the bag.
See me.
He attached a psychopathic smile.
And carried the bag up.
At that moment, Malvoid thought.
Now I see... I know what you used..
Some magic bags have a special object under the bag to make it weightless while some don’t have.
But it is still effective.
You’re playing with fire.
Immediately, he threw a slash under the bag and the object was cut into two.
The blacksmith was shocked.
The bag regained its normal weight.
And fell to the ground.
The blacksmith’s eyes gazed at the object.
Meanwhile Malvoid spoke.
"Now we will carry it properly."
Immediately, the blacksmith whispered.
"No... why did you do that... Do you want me to die of exhaustion?"
He fell to his knees.
And picked up the object.
My money... I stayed weeks without properly eating to buy it.
Then he lifted his head slowly.
"No!!!!!!!!"
His voice echoed in the place.
