The Immortal Genius Spearman - Chapter 94



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The Immortal Genius Spearman (94)
“Nooooooooo!”

As soon as he saw Damien, Diehl glared at him with a furious expression.

All of a sudden.

“Amantium? How can you suddenly obtain something like that?”

Damian couldn’t hide his apologetic expression as he looked at DL, who was approaching him with a very angry expression.

“… … I’m sorry. You’re the only one I can ask for this favor. But… … Did you get the amantadium… … ?”

A few days ago, right after finishing his conversation with Thorel, Damian contacted Diehl.

It was to ask for help in obtaining amantadium.

Not even a few days later, I found myself in Miltobern.

“Haa… … Really.”

DL sighed deeply.

What should I do with this really helpless person?

But soon she gave a glance to the upper-level staff member behind her.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a long mustache walked briskly toward Damien and opened the box he was holding.

“It’s amantadium.”

“Oh… … !”

Damien spoke to DL with a look of surprise and apology at the same time.

“I’m really sorry. I know you’re busy… …for asking you to do such a difficult favor.”

And honestly, I never thought DL would come in person.

When Ercal’s work was almost over, didn’t he give me another ridiculous task of being the direct supply officer for the 6th Army Corps?

In fact, I have heard that the quality of the supplies of the 6th Corps has increased significantly recently compared to before, and the size of the Hamel Group is growing day by day.

But in that state, you went all the way to get the amantadium and came there yourself.

Then DL looked at Damien and said.

“I’m really curious to know what Damien is going to do with this. What on earth are you trying to do?”

“That’s… … It’s a bit complicated to explain… … .”

How should I explain Thorel to DL?

Damian then explained to DL the exact situation that had just occurred.

If I had lied carelessly, I might have aroused her suspicions.

“… … So I plan to refine the amantadium myself and make weapons out of it.”

“Who on earth is this guy named Tor-El?”

“As far as I know, he is the most promising blacksmith.”

“……really.”

DL shook his head.

How can I stop Damien from doing such ridiculous things every now and then?

but…….

‘But there was a reason for everything I’ve done up until now… ‘

DL looked at the amanitaum he had brought.

A mineral several times more expensive than gold of the same weight.

But are you saying that this is something that can be used to clear a person’s name?

‘What kind of person is he?’

DL felt it was a good idea to come to Miltobern.

Because I had a feeling that if Damien was this caring, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

DL said to Damian.

“Then let’s go. To meet that person.”

Damien nodded.

* * *

“what?”

“I heard that Tor-El refines the amanitatium himself?”

“You crazy bastard. Where did you get the amantadium from? Where did you plan on scamming me again?”

“It’s definitely a scam. How could it be otherwise?”

A black-skinned apprentice blacksmith with nothing.

I thought that he was trying to commit another fraud, not only by stealing the credit of his teacher who taught him, but also because of his own greed.

Naturally, all the craftsmen in Miltobern gathered together and criticized Torel.

But then.

“… … But what if.”

In the midst of the gathering of blacksmiths, someone spoke and everyone’s attention was focused on him.

He spoke cautiously, addressing the people’s gaze.

“If Tor-El were to refine the amanitas and create weapons… … then what would happen… … ?”

“… … .”

For a moment, the room was enveloped in silence.

Because I had never thought about something like that in the first place.

For a moment, they were left in silence, just looking at Tor-El, who was lighting a fire in the brazier.

* * *

Phew!

A temporary forge borrowed for this one test.

Although it wasn’t his usual place of work, Tor-El was concentrating hard on raising the temperature of the furnace.

‘Firepower is the most important thing.’

To smelt a metal with such high strength as amanitas, firepower must be a priority.

Tor-El poured his secret powder into the furnace, increasing its firepower even further.

and…….

“Wow… … It’s so hot… … Are you okay?”

“Yes, this is the level of work required to refine amantadium.”

“… … Are you sure?”

“Of course. Now that you’ve done it once, you can do it better the second time.”

At first I thought it was quite a masterpiece, but looking back, there were some disappointing parts.

At Tor-El’s words, Damian snickered and held out the box he was holding.

“Here is the amanitaum as promised. It’s not a large quantity, but… … it should be enough to make the spear I ordered.”

“… … .”

Tor-El opened the box Damian had given him and saw the amanatium.

His eyes, where all sorts of emotions flashed through in an instant.

The contempt I had received and the desire to achieve it. And the complicatedly tangled thoughts finally came together as one.

“… … Thank you. I will definitely do it.”

“That must be it. That… that’s really expensive.”

Damien said, whining.

Damien Tan said that to ease the tension, though.

‘You don’t seem to be able to hear me.’

From the moment he saw the amanatium, it seemed as if Tor-El had already begun working.

Then Tor-El took the amanatium out of the box and headed towards the group of people watching outside the forge.

And he looked at the people and said.

“By refining this and making it into the ultimate weapon… … I will prove my innocence.”

But at that moment.

“What the heck is this!”

A group of people suddenly cut through the crowd.

The man standing in the center shouted at Thorel.

“How dare you do something like this without even knowing the favor I have shown you! I said that if you just admitted your mistake, I would forgive you and accept you back!”

A middle-aged man with a bushy beard.

It was Meister Wiltron, known as one of the best in Miltobern.

But Tor-El shook his head at his words.

“I just want to prove my innocence. You too, Master… … surely saw that I made a sword out of amanitarium.”

“Shut up, you swindler! I tried to forgive you, but you dare to pull this kind of trick again!”

Wiltron hurled insults at Thorel.

Another blacksmith standing next to him shouted.

“Yeah, you little swindler! And how do you know it’s real amantadium?”

“Where did you get such a good looking fake? Otherwise, how could you possibly be trying to refine amantadium?”

The other blacksmiths nearby started cursing at him. But then.

“I am DL, the leader of the injured group at the top of Hamel.”

Suddenly, DL walked towards the people and said.

Since the Hamel Group has been gaining a lot of popularity recently, there are quite a few people among them who know about DL.

DL looked at them and said.

“I can prove that this amantadium is authentic amantadium, as it was obtained directly from the Hamel Group.”

“… … Is this really the Hamel Group?”

“That’s right, the head of the Hamel Group. I heard she’s a young woman.”

“Our blacksmith shop and the Hamel merchants are doing business! That person is the boss of the merchant group!”

Among the supplies going to the 6th Corps were quite a lot of weapons.

And among the blacksmiths that supplied the weapons, there was also a blacksmith in Miltobern.

So naturally, there were quite a few people who knew about DL.

As soon as their identities were confirmed, people’s pupils shook greatly.

‘So that’s the real amanitarium?’

‘You’re entrusting something so precious to that little brat?’

Everyone looked in disbelief.

Among them, Wiltron bit his lip and glared at DL.

But Del ignored them and turned his head to look at Thorel.

“It is a very precious item. Please… … do your best.”

“……yes!”

Tor-El entered the forge with a solemn expression.

The game has already been played.

There is no place to retreat.

Tor-El raised his hammer before the blazing furnace.

“I can do it… I can do it.”

Remembering the feeling of success he had the last time, Tor-El began to work.

Puaaaaaaaaaah!

As the prepared ingredients were put into the hot furnace and began to heat up, the eyes of those watching also began to become more serious.

For the next few days, people will take turns checking on Tor-El’s work.

As Tor-El began to work, Damian turned around.

DL asked him.

“Are you leaving already?”

“Yes, I have to contact the unit and above all… … it will take a long time.”

It’s the work of refining amanitas.

It wasn’t a task that could be completed in a day or two.

It was a long journey that would last for several days, so for now, it was important to just create the best possible conditions for him to work.

Damian said to DL.

“If it’s okay, just send a few guards. I don’t want anything unpleasant to happen at night.”

“Don’t worry. It’s called Amantatium. I’ll take care of it myself, so don’t worry.”

“… …Can you not go back?”

“I can’t miss this spectacle. I’ll be back when the results are complete.”

As DL said, it is amanatium.

What could be more foolish than not seeing the moment when a weapon made of it is completed?

What’s more, he is classified as an apprentice blacksmith, Tor-El.

If by any chance he were to create a perfect weapon out of amanatium.

“It will be like seeing the birth of a new master.”

However, DL was still half in doubt.

There’s no way an apprentice blacksmith could handle amanatium properly.

The only thing that makes me think of the possibility is that it was Damien who chose him.

‘perhaps…….’

I thought that he might be a colleague I could work with in the future.

DL’s expectant eyes were fixed on Tor-El’s back, who was pounding his hammer.

* * *

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With each powerful hammer blow, sparks flashed from the amanitarium.

Because it was a mineral of such high strength, it could not even be scratched by normal hammering.

But Tor-El looked at Amantatium calmly without any impatience.

‘The first thing to do is to filter out the impurities that are mixed in.’

To do this, it was necessary to first heat it at high temperature and hammer it to remove impurities.

A simple but arduous path.

Because it takes thousands of hammer blows to obtain a complete amantadium.

Most blacksmiths would collapse from exhaustion before even completing this process.

bang!

Sparks flew into the amanatium with the hammer’s powerful strike.

And the people who were watching this suddenly swallowed their saliva.

“… … I’ve been hammering for 6 hours without stopping.”

“When on earth do you pickle it? Do you have to just hammer it like that all day?”

“No matter how much I refine the amantadium… … at this pace, I’ll soon collapse.”

Everyone clicked their tongues and shook their heads.

Even for a blacksmith with great stamina, it would be impossible to do this without resting.

Since ancient times, the ability to control one’s pace has been a virtue that blacksmiths must possess.

but…….

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A scorching heat that feels like it’s burning.

But his right arm, which was swinging the heavy hammer, seemed to have already lost feeling.

Shh.

The smile on Thorel’s lips began to deepen.

It was when I felt this sensation of entering this state of no-self that I knew I was alive.

‘I can do it… … I can do better… … !’

When you do a lot of work, at some point you get a feeling.

I have a feeling that this time, some kind of result will come out.

Thorel could guarantee it.

Maybe this work… … .

‘This is the greatest masterpiece of my life… …!’

At least for the sake of him who believed in me.

“Whoaaaaap!”

bang!

Tor-El’s hammering did not stop all night.