In the following month, Noel and Anna continued hunting down as many demons as possible. Even though Ardagan was still in slumber and Noel couldn't complete his mission, he still had to do it, knowing that everything would succeed after Ardagan woke up.
During that time, Dimitri began transporting the materials back to the city.
Obviously, the one who was shocked the most was none other than Old Jade. He would never think that he would have the honor to oversee the transport of an Ancient Demon.
And the fact that Noel could win against this demon meant only one thing. Noel had just proved to him that retiring in this place was truly the correct choice.
Of course, the one who was most excited by this material was Roel.
"Is this really the material?" Roel gasped, looking at the giant leg.
"Yes. There are a lot more, so it'll take tto bring all of them. In fact, we might have to set up a new warehouse outside the city due to their size." Old Jade closed his eyes while nodding. However, he ended up hearing Roel's voice coming not from the front, but from where he put down the spider's leg.
"Oh! This leg is extremely hard. What temperature is enough to actually melt this bastard?"
"You're not listening…" Old Jade facepalmed. "Well, I'll go back there to bring another part. You can have fun."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Yep, go, go." Roel nodded, his eyes still lingering on the leg. "This is quite sturdy. If I use it as a material to reinforce the train, I don't think they will be destroyed even if the rune is not active. Alright. Let's just upgrade all the property for the Lord by using this.
"The water storage also needs this material, considering a spy might cto destroy it, which would be annoying." There were a lot of ideas in Roel's mind. He was just making an excuse to use this material.
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Backwater City's Erlfen Smithy.
"Increase the temperature!" A big, muscular man shouted. When the fire lit up, he could see that part of the metal had begun heating up.
After that, he picked it up with a tong before hammering it, perfecting the shape of the blade. He even used his spiritual energy to harmonize the blade.
It took him a while before he completed it and put it inside the water to cool it down and strengthen it.
"Master!" Suddenly, a worker from the shop entered the workshop with a panicked expression.
"Huh? I'm in the middle of work here. Is the client not able to wait for that long? I have even managed to make a sharp sword that can cut a Peak Level Demon easily. If he is going to displease me, I'm going to increase the price!" The man gritted his teeth.
"No. We've got a guest. They'd like to meet you."
"What? If they're going to buy something, just handle it as usual. If they want to order, wait until I'm done with this. Are you a fool? This is the normal procedure."
"That's… what I want to do, but the guest this tis special. They cwith the Ardagan family's seal along with Master Roel's letter."
"Huh? Roel? Now that I think about it, that old bastard has gone to serve a lord, hasn't he? Has he gone senile or something?" The man paused for a moment. "Sai, you deal with the finishing touch."
"Yes, Master." Another worker who was standing next to him immediately picked up the tong.
After that, the man walked out of his workshop, trying to see who dared to interrupt him.
Outside, there were a total of three people. The ones standing in the front were twins. He recognized them both, but his eyes soon focused on the man behind them.
"Rica, Rick, huh?" The man frowned before raising his head. "And who are you?"
"I'm Harley, representing the Ardagan family." Harley showed the Ardagan family's seal.
"I've heard about the Ardagan family. But I don't really care about the noble families. As long as you don't bother me, I won't bother you. And if you think about recruiting me, I won't go. That's my reply. I don't like working for a noble family." The man snorted.
"Please don't say that. First of all, allowto greet one of the ten Master Blacksmith of our kingdom, Master Johan Eirfen. While I do represent the Ardagan family, the real business is…" Harley smiled while glancing at the twins.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Huh?" Johan turned back to the twins. "You guys…"
"It's been a while, Uncle Johan. As you are already aware of it, we chere to invite you." Rick nodded, confirming their intention.
"Like I said—"
Before he finished, Rica added, "However, we don't represent the Ardagan family to invite you. I and Rick would like to invite you to join our Runegard Company as a Master Blacksmith."
"Huh? Isn't that the same? The fact that you're accompanied by the representative of a noble family makes it clear that the company is under the management of the noble family." Johan looked displeased. "You calleduncle, that was why I didn't kick you out here immediately. But even if you two were that old bastard's children, I wouldn't be polite if you kept spouting nonsense."
"We understand your wish, Uncle Johan. At the very least, please read the letter from our father." Rick walked toward him, politely handing the letter with both hands.
Looking at how Rick behaved, reading the letter was probably the least he could do. Despite his big, muscular body, he opened the letter with care as if he had perfect control over his strength.
The letter didn't contain a lot of words, so it didn't take a long tfor him to finish it.
After that, he walked to the lamp hanging on the wall. He opened it and put the letter inside, burning it completely.
"Is this letter true?" Jason's expression turned grim.
"Everything stated there is true." The one to answer it was Harley.
Jason finally understood the reason why the twins invited him as the Runegard Company's representative. Jason stared into Harley's eyes, seizing him up.
"I'm going to confirm it first. If it's true, then I'll accept the invitation. However, if you lie to me, don't think I'm going to let it slide just like that."
"Of course. Even among Master Blacksmiths, no one can match the sharpness of the blade you make, and your eyes are as sharp as your skill. As expected of the number one weapon maker in the kingdom." Harley politely bowed. "I sincerely welcyou, Mr. Johan Eirfen."