Labyrinth City Mesugaki Pawn Shop

17. Blacksmith (2)

It was only natural that Walundre would have something to do with Nagishingkung Kotto, the starting suspect in the first film.

In the Labyrinth Maze storyline, Walundre was one of the few fixed NPCs and the most skilled blacksmith out of all the blacksmiths in the city.

As you go down to the lower level of the labyrinth, it was only natural that you would come into contact with a blacksmith with good skills, due to the nature of requiring better equipment.

And among them, Wallundre is the only blacksmith who can produce weapons that can be used on the 20th floor or higher, based on Labyrinth Maze 1.

Until reaching the 20th floor, it didn’t matter if you caught monsters and used the dropped equipment or replaced them with other good blacksmith items.

However, in order to break through the defense power of the monsters, which changed significantly on the subsequent floors, it was essential to set up with Walundre equipment, commonly referred to as the national three.

‘What? 20Th floor? You’re too greedy for a kid… If so, bring the spectral hunter’s hide on the 18th floor and the slog’s scales on the 19th floor. Then I’ll make you armor that can withstand the 20th floor.”

‘Looks like you’ve been lucky… This time, bring me Leng’s web and Raandesh’s tooth, which lives on the 17th floor. The same goes for your teammates.’

Walundre used to throw out equipment-making quests like this abruptly.

Of course, if you were armed with various artifacts and drop items on the 21st and 22nd floors that would make even the equipment of Wallundre meaningless later on, that prestige would have diminished, but he was still a person that newbies had to go through to break through the 20th floor for the first time. .

So, in a way, it was a natural step that Nagisingkungkoto, the possessor from the previous part, would have come into contact with Walundr…

But I wasn’t sure. That the former possessed had met Walundr.

The question is, ‘Did the ancient person who even looked at the holy sword that will appear in the second part and used it sparingly, contacted Walundr?’.

If it was that much of a dead person, maybe it would have broken through the 20th floor with a relic setting other than the National Set of Walundre- I wondered, but it didn’t seem like that.

“You are in the same trend as him? But that’s not reason enough for you to know my name. Above all, you are too young.”

Oh, that’s right.

[Complete and escape after 11 years of cockmange game hahahahaha 2nd round hit the cock~]

That bastard said she rolled for 11 years,

Then, at least in their late 20s… Maybe in their 30s? It was definitely difficult to see that there would be a point of contact with me, who is only in my mid-teens.

All I know is that, in fact, that bastard took away all the rewards from the first movie.

However, even just confirming that he met Walundre was a great harvest for me. Because…

“11 Spectral hunter hides, 33 slog scales.”

Walundre’s eyebrows shrunk

“You…”

“10 Skeins of Leng’s spider web and 24 Raandesh’s fangs”

Someone said that mixing 99% lies with 1% truth is more effective than 100% lies.

Then wouldn’t the opposite effect be good?

99% Truth and 1% lies.

You may think it’s not, but the best combination of truths is too heavy to deny.

Labyrinth Maze Episode 1 Wallundre Ticket 20th Floor Breakthrough National Set Material Collection Ticket!

A combination he must have gone through unless he is a pervert looking for strange things!

“23 Feathers of Marga Bird, 500ml of mucus of Nagae….”,

As he recited how to make equipment that he would never know unless he was the person involved, the strength in Walundre’s grip slowly loosened.

“Did I really meet him…?”

“Isn’t that a production method that you wouldn’t know otherwise?”

That was the correct answer.

“No, this grandpa really has dementia! If Yan hates you, why would you do such an ignorant thing!”

Erik, who came in late, jumped up and punched the back of Walundr’s head with his fist, but he didn’t budge.

Rather, it was Eric who clenched his fists and his face turned red.

“Ah… Grandpa with a stone head… He must be filthy and strong…!”

“Who said you were going to be a stone head? It’s just that you lack training.”

Erik, with tears in his eyes, threw the hammer lying on the floor at Walundr with all his might, but he lightly grabbed it as if it were a rubber mallet and set it on top of the anvil.

“Tsk, this is what a guy who should handle a hammer like his own body would do”

At first glance, the grumbling granddaughter and grandfather seemed like they would turn into minced meat patties in an instant if they intervened.

“I’m sorry about this.”

He was speechless as Walundr came out with his head bowed.

“Do you know where he went?”

“I made fun of people for going back home..”

And that’s after giving me a f*cking heap of sh*t.

[The 2nd round is a hit~]

Awesome!

As I was clinging to the goal that was still ringing, Eric came out from inside the smithy with a scabbard. And what was stuck there was a familiar handle.

Holy Sword Ascalon.

“If someone else had touched it, I would have fought with that bastard, saying that you and I would die, but groan, the grandpa touched it and he did a better job than me, so I can’t even say anything.”

I grumbled and accepted the holy sword handed to me with both hands. And when I opened my eyes wide at the unexpectedly light weight, Walundre continued.

“The scabbard was produced faithfully to the role of storing the sword purely without any other techniques. There are only enchantments related to the preservation of a few blades for simple lightweighting. I don’t know if there’s anything else you can use besides decorations anyway.”

Surely Walundre was right.

What else can we expect from the holy sword that has lost all its power due to the previous f*cking possessor, other than ornamental and historical value?

“Still, I did my best. As long as I didn’t revive the blade, I beat it again and heated it up to capture the heat.”

“Grandpa, does a sword that doesn’t even sharpen its blade mean…?”

“So you are still a sewage, Eric. In the first place, that was a sword with no meaning. It was made for that purpose in the first place.”

“Kyaaagh!”

An enraged Erik clung to Walundr’s back and rocked him around, but he didn’t budge.

“That kind of use is…”

“Isn’t that the church’s?

“!!!”

Walundr knew what this sword was, exactly.

Something that even Yan, the witch, did not know.

“It’s like a corpse that has sucked up every drop of essence, but if you can’t even guess, you don’t deserve to be a craftsman. Well, it’s not light-hearted enough to talk carelessly, so don’t worry.

“No, it’s a sword sheath I started making, but I don’t have any opinions at all…?”

“The hammer is confiscated for two weeks.”

“Ah Grandpa!”

Leaving Erik and Walundre bickering, I quietly listened to the sheath.

It was the same as seen in the illustration and in-game. It doesn’t matter where you get it, in the end it’s the same appearance.

It had a rugged look with a nearly black scabbard, rings decorated with brass, and no decorations.

‘Seureung’

As I gently pulled it out, a white shining sword body was revealed. Looking at the sword that shines brighter than before, my eyes go blind.

Certainly, as Walundr said, the blade was not set.

I tried pushing it with my finger, but instead of cutting it, I just felt like rubbing my finger against the iron bar., Maybe it was fortunate. If I accidentally sharpen the blade even a little bit, Yan will split my head!

I carefully put it back into the scabbard. I didn’t know what kind of sound I would hear if I had a flaw on my precious body.

[Artisan Weak Flame B＞ Ascalon Infiltrated]

[Holy Sword Ascalon Player Adventurer Belongs to ‘Einheri’ Bound.]

“Huh?”

It was a completely unexpected situation.

I was completely embarrassed by something that hadn’t happened even in the game. What’s up with this!

I tried to draw it again to see if something had happened to the sword, but…

“Is that a lie?”

I was not selected.

“Yes, yes! Yes!”

It didn’t budge even when I pulled it as hard as I could. No, really! It’s not a thumbs up, it’s like Excalibur stuck in some kind of rock?

“I-I can’t get this…?”

“?”

“?????”

Mysterious gazes flocked to me.

“Is it good to be selected?”

Receiving the sword, Erik easily drew it out as if wondering what the hell was going on. The shining brilliance blinded him. The same goes for Walundr, there was no problem.

I received the sword again and tried to pull it out, but…

“Wow!”

The starting elements of the four major Korean sentences popped out.

No, f*ck, but, really-

I’m not getting picked!

The hand holding the handle pulled it until it turned red, but it was nothing.

However, a small alarm window popped up in front of my eyes, perhaps as a reward for what I had done.

[Owner’s Strength Status Not enough.]

[Owner’s Agility Status Not enough.]

[Owner’s ■■ Status Not enough .]

[Owner’s Status Total Sum Level Less than .]

Eligibility: X

What… What a f*cking bullsh*t!

Just a while ago, you were selected without any restrictions, and then suddenly started talking sh*t like this?

I knew enough about restrictions, but I never thought they would come out this way.

Originally, there was only one stat limit required to use the holy sword.

[Possession Status Sum of statuses ＞ 300 More than 1 Thing.]

Level 90 or higher was a prerequisite for the use of the holy sword in the game system, where the value increased by 3 per level.

The sum of the insufficient stats is a method of utilizing the stats attached to the equipment, but even if it is barely within the limit of the holy sword, it becomes a physical attack one-tool idiot that can not hit a single magic stat, so if there is no support from colleagues, I dare not use it. It was a sword that could not even be drawn.

Of course, it is a sword that always ranks high in weapon pick rates with its unique specs.

But why, all of a sudden? No, it’s oil-based resin. Even 30 seconds ago, you were chosen well!

Besides, what the hell is that limiting factor!

“Mr. Einheri! Are you here?!”

“Einheri, runaway water, arrest required.”

After a while, I heard a familiar voice from outside.

When I went outside, there stood Yerica with pink hair twisted and Floren holding a bow.

“How did you come here…?”

“Eh, Mr. Einheri and I are actually entwined with a string of pink ties…”

“Tracking magic, use, update in seconds,

“No, Floren, if you say that!”

“People, emergency situations, if not, use prohibited.”

Is this crazy wizard going to the law now?

00:05

“Oh what, Einheri’s colleagues?”

00:04

The eyes of the two widened as Eric came out with a height of up to 2m. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman this big. Besides, if it was a blacksmith, it would be even more so.

“Ah, we’re not colleagues yet… Just getting to know each other…”

00:03

Who knows? Because she kept bothering her, she dropped it in her pawn shop and ran right away by herself, but to no avail.

Is this what a predetermined future is like?

00:02

“Why don’t you come in first? Don’t stand around outside.”

00:01

“It’s too late for that.”

The time at the top of the visual field flickered, and within seconds it pointed to 0 seconds.

-The floor boss is freed.

-Stairs Boss Goes berserk.

-Stairs Boss Ability level Vastly Going up.

-Stairs The Boss You Prioritize Target Make.

Amy.

“Oh, la la, Einheri, you look happy.”

Before I knew it, Legarete was stuck between us.

“Witch of Legarete?”

“Witch. Surprised”

“I must say I am lucky to see a witch twice a day, but this…”

Unlike before, Legarete was watching me carefully.

It was a different atmosphere than before. Not Legarette, who was filled with such joy as a fiercely burning flame, but a bleak momentum like a cold glacier rising around her. Everyone was unable to say anything at the force of drifting ice, not knowing how much malice would have filled the area below.

“You know what, Einheri? I want Einheri to only look at me. But why are things like bugs sticking to me like this?”

Pair.

The entire area was crushed with applause.

The miracle of a three-story building shrinking to just one span.

If the building was like that, people would know what happened even if they didn’t say it.

A scene I have become so accustomed to, I couldn’t help but feel my hands and heart tremble with fear even as I thought that I would go back again. Because this is the realm of instinct.

“Hmm, I can’t. Today we solved it like this, but you don’t know what kind of foxy b*tches will try to seduce Einheri in the future, right? So, this is unavoidable.”

Pair.

I clapped my hands again, and this time all my limbs were broken. I didn’t even feel the pain because it was so sudden.

Did you say this is a mental illness that makes you feel as if you are looking at yourself from a third person’s point of view? It was just such a situation now. I feel like my broken body doesn’t belong to me.

“This is all because Einheri is getting worse day by day…”

Why is that my fault!

“That’s why I make a wish.”

A monkey hand rose from Legarete’s neck. The grotesque hand, still hairy and moving restlessly, came off his neck and clenched his fist as if grabbing something.

[If no one knew about Einheri, if only I knew. You must be really happy?]

I didn’t quite understand what he meant, but an ominous feeling ran down my spine.

That tone.

That momentum.

The kind malice in those words.

-The wish has come true .