How to Live as a Knight After the Ending - Chapter 35
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Episode 35. New Sword (1)
Ronan nodded in understanding after seeing Ossian’s broken sword.
“A new weapon. Hehe. It definitely looks necessary.”
“So, I’m asking, is there a famous blacksmith shop that deals in swords?”
It’s a blacksmith shop that makes swords.
Ronan stroked his chin, lost in thought.
“Hmm. Knives are made anywhere. But most of the time, they’re made for everyday use, from kitchen knives to industrial cutters and daggers for firearms.”
Ronan glanced at Ossian’s sword.
He remembers clearly what shape that sword took.
“Normally, places like that don’t make the swords that Mr. Ossian uses. If you ask them to make one, they’ll make it for you, but you probably can’t expect it to perform as well as they do.”
Ossian didn’t ask why he wasn’t there.
He thought that there was no one in this world who could make a longsword.
Of course, I can imitate it to some extent.
However, a sword does not have the same performance simply because it has a different shape.
The length of the sword, the center of gravity, the condition of the blade, and even the strength of the iron.
There were more than one or two things to consider.
“No matter how much I think about it, I can’t figure it out. I’m sorry. As someone who gathers information, I don’t deal with this type of thing.”
“Okay.”
Ossian thought for a moment.
Ronan is not only a broker, but also acts as an information merchant in this industry, providing various information.
And Ossian had never yet seen anyone as learned as Ronan.
‘There is no information.’
All information is rated.
Something that not everyone knows about, but that would create a big stir if it were known, something that many people want to know about.
The value of information is determined by its value.
In that sense, the information that Ossian wanted was not even handled within the information market.
“A sword. I only go to gun shops, so I don’t know much about it.”
Lorraine shrugged too.
Her main weapon was a firearm. Naturally, she had to stay away from swords.
Naturally, the three people’s gaze turned to Dioran.
And then he turned his head away as if to turn off my attention.
It was because of the common thought that no matter what, he probably wouldn’t know.
“I know.”
An unexpected answer came out of Dioran’s mouth.
“What? You?”
Dioranne frowned in displeasure as Lorraine asked incredulously.
“What is that reaction? Shouldn’t I know something?”
“Where can you find a place to make knives these days?”
“I find it strange that I don’t know. It’s an old place, but it’s still quite famous, so I thought everyone would know about it?”
“Where?”
“Eldin’s Hammersmith.”
It was obviously the first time Ossian had heard of this name.
But Ronan and Lorraine seemed to know, and each reacted in their own way.
“Oh, there. But do they also sell old-fashioned long swords there?”
What? Old-fashioned?
Ossian was upset at the thought that the weapon he used was being insulted.
Although his head wasn’t thinking much, the knight’s body didn’t hide its discomfort.
“Huh.”
Lorraine noticed it too and avoided Ossian’s gaze, sweating profusely.
Dioranne looked on in amazement as Lorraine, who was unable to even speak, became docile in front of Ossian.
And he didn’t forget to answer the question he had just been asked.
“You know. The workshop owner has been around for a long time. Even if he doesn’t make them now, he must have made a lot of them back when he was young. At the very least, he should have made weapons that could be used in actual combat.”
“I see.”
If Dioranne said that, it seemed like it was worth going there at least once.
“If you’re going to go, you’d better go as quickly as possible.”
“Why?”
“That place is a bit popular, so reservations might be delayed, and more than anything, there will be guys who will try to tease you if they find out you don’t have a weapon.”
“me?”
“I know he’s a powerful man who drove out the Blood Brotherhood, but no one fully believes that. Especially not when it’s a groundless rumor like this.”
“I see.”
Ossian didn’t really comment on that part.
If he had not drawn the Holy Light, Ossian might have been defeated by Daber.
Daber was that strong.
It was a natural evaluation, since he was a guy who could use 4-star magic on the spot.
‘A rookie troubleshooter suddenly showed up one day and took down that guy? Sure enough, that’s a story that even a passing dog wouldn’t believe. I did it, but it’s so hard to believe.’
Anyone who is knowledgeable will know that it is not entirely fabricated.
Even those people wouldn’t believe that the rumors are 100% true.
Dioranne continued.
“There are many such people in this industry. They are hyenas who prey on false rumors and use them as a foundation for their own growth. You will probably suffer a lot for a while. There will be many situations where you will have to prove your abilities. You will constantly run into people who doubt you.”
So if you’re going to give up, give up now.
Dioran’s words implied that meaning.
But the advice was genuine and given out of concern for this side. At least that’s what Ossian felt.
“Then I should show you.”
Ossian said it was no big deal.
But his eyes were sharp, as if he was watching a fight that might come someday.
Dioranne looked into Ossian’s eyes and smiled, showing his white teeth.
“I like that answer.”
*
There is a Western proverb that says, “Strike while the iron is hot.”
The saying goes that when iron is hot, you have to beat it to shape it into the desired shape, meaning that you should not miss the opportunity when it comes.
That was also the reason why Ossian headed straight to Eldin’s Hammer Shop.
“I didn’t know you would come with me.”
Ossian looked at Dioran who followed him and asked.
“Well, since I was the one who introduced you, why don’t you give me directions as well?”
“I know the location because I heard about it.”
“Don’t be so cautious. There’s a new junior, so I’m just helping him as a senior. Besides, the workshop area is complicated, so it’s not easy to find your way around.”
Even though he’s my junior, he’s giving me directions even though we’re just meeting for the first time.
Don’t you have anything to do?
But Ossian didn’t bother to pursue that.
Just as Dioran was curious about himself, Ossian was also curious about this Dioran.
Ossian does not yet know this world.
The world he knew had changed so much.
I don’t even know if there are things I used to know left or not, and the reality that I see right before my eyes is completely unfamiliar.
Adaptation required a variety of experiences and knowledge.
And the most efficient way to gain knowledge and experience in the shortest amount of time was to talk to someone.
Especially if the other person is an experienced professional.
In that sense, Dioranne was the perfect person.
Even if he looks ugly, if he’s a troubleshooter working with Ronan, his skills must be real.
“So what kind of weapon do you use?”
At Ossian’s question, Dioranne smiled and spread out both of her hands.
Ossian immediately realized what it meant.
“It’s a fist.”
“Not with my bare hands. I have a weapon that I wear too.”
It’s a world where even a severed arm can be replaced with a whole machine.
The weapon used is probably a knuckle.
The steel knuckles that cover the sturdy fists will likely have functions beyond imagination.
But Ossian felt that there was something more to Diorlan.
Of course, since it was an industry where capital had to be hidden as much as possible, I didn’t necessarily point that out.
“So you continued to only use the sword?”
“Well, I guess that’s what it is.”
If we have to be specific, it would be that he could only use a sword.
In the game, it was because of the system, but now that it’s become reality, the body is just desperately longing for the sword.
“Are you going to continue using the sword in the future?”
“Nothing will change.”
“Good determination. Well, I guess that’s the extent of it for someone to be brought by Ronan.”
Dioranne’s voice as she spoke was filled with trust in Ronan.
“Is Ronan that great?”
“Wasn’t that the one Ronan recruited for you? Then you must know that he’s quite extraordinary.”
“At least they were much more polite and offered better conditions than other brokers.”
“That person has a very good eye for detail. The fact that he acted like that means he saw potential in you. Ronan is actually famous for picking and choosing people. And the people Ronan picks, at the very least, become famous in this industry.”
“Does that include you?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
Dioranne, who was laughing playfully, continued speaking.
“There’s something like that. I guess you could say that the face that always smiles is scary. People like that are usually hiding something. Something really big and scary.”
“There’s no denying that.”
If you only look at his appearance, you would believe that Ronan’s true identity is the hidden dark power of this city.
Even if by some chance that were true, Ossian was confident that he would accept it without being surprised.
“Well, it helps though.”
“yes.”
At this moment, a sense of empathy developed between the two men.
Ossian felt himself becoming more intimate with Dioran.
“Ah. We’re here. Over there.”
A large workshop appeared in front of me.
The distance that two people walk is called the distance of fire, and it is a place where there are people who strike iron directly.
The streets of fire had signs hanging on every building, but among them, Eldin’s Hammer Anvil stood out because it had a particularly large sign hanging from its large workshop.
‘It must be big because it’s a successful place. Judging by the name, it must have been made by dwarves, right?’
In Tirna, many races live together, so it is likely that the ones who are striking the hammer here are dwarves.
With that in mind, Ossian entered the workshop and was met with a strange sight.
Kagagak!
The workshop owner was wearing goggles and finely grinding metal with a rapidly rotating grinder.
Countless sparks fly and shards of metal are cut away, piling up below.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t the dwarves who were using modern methods that you wouldn’t see in an old blacksmith shop.
“Elf?”
Working in the workshop was an elf woman with dark tawny hair tied up high.
Since it was basically a place where iron was touched, the inside was warm, and the elves were dressed quite simply.
The elf paused for a moment, perhaps noticing Ossian’s presence, and looked back at him.
“What? Are you a guest?”
As he removed the goggles from his eyes, his emerald blue eyes stared intently at Ossian.
“I heard this is Eldin’s Hammer Anvil.”
“Yes, that’s right. I am Eldin. I am the owner of this place.”
“… … You weren’t a dwarf?”
Ossian couldn’t believe that the master of the best blacksmith in the neighborhood was an elf.
Eldin frowned at those words.
“What? Do you have any complaints?”
“Don’t say anything. This guy just came to this city.”
“Diorlan. Did you come here to get something repaired?”
The two exchanged a brief greeting, as if they knew each other.
“No. Today’s destination is this way.”
“Are you the one who came to buy new weapons? So, brother. Judging by your reaction, it looks like the dwarves had a blacksmith shop where you lived?”
“… … Don’t dwarves usually do that?”
Ossian had no choice but to ask.
It was basic common sense.
At least in the games that Ossian played, all the famous blacksmiths were dwarves.
Eldin frowned, not liking that reaction.
“When are you dwarves? Dwarves are very skilled with their hands, but that was a long time ago. What kind of times are we living in now?”
Even if times change, will it change to this extent?
Ossian was truly shocked.
In Ossian’s common sense, elves lived only in the depths of the forest, and were a race that loved nature and had strong affinity for it.
Most of them are handsome and beautiful, have long lifespans, and even have a mysterious image.
It was a common cliché not only in games, but also in media such as movies, comics, and novels.
In that sense, the Eldin in front of me was no different from a being that broke the mold of elves head-on, except for her pretty appearance.
An elf working in a place where dust flies? Isn’t that like a knight wearing a frilly dress instead of armor?
“Still don’t understand. Hey, bro. How many years do you think I’ve been doing this?”
“Elf’s lifespan is incredibly long… … but at least 100 years?”
“You were wrong for a long time. It’s been 400 years.”
“400 years?”
The average lifespan of a dwarf is 300 years.
It was an official setting established within the game.
In other words, the elf in front of him had been doing this for longer than the lifespan of a dwarf.
Ossian realized why this place was famous.
An elven blacksmith workshop with a 400-year tradition?
A person who has been digging a road for 30 years is called a craftsman.
So then, what title should an elf have for 300 years?
What if there was a Chinese restaurant with a 200-year-old signboard among the other 5 to 10-year-old signs around you?
People will just go there.
Eldin, seeing the change in Ossian’s gaze, lifted his chin and hit his chest in triumph.
“Welcome. Order anything! I’ll make anything out of iron! I’ve made everything in my 400 years of life.”
“Whatever it is?”
Ossian’s words suddenly popped out.
Eldin paused for a moment and looked at the man in front of him with interest.
“… … Hmm.”
And then he smiled faintly.
“of course.”