Chapter 139: Its Not My Fault; Its The Items Fault! (2/2)

Apart from that, some believers had weapons glinting in mysterious light—not light that could blind enemies but a more tender radiance that was once again useless beyond looking cool. Were they not afraid of the enemy clearly seeing where they were swinging their swords? Or were they planning to make the enemy laugh to death with their stupid weapons?

Naturally, what those believers wanted to cut their enemies down with was their own problem. It had nothing to do with Ironfelt even if they were happy to use cucumber or tomatoes with those weapons—he wouldn’t disagree with an easier life.

The problem was that his workload never lightened.

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Ever since Ironfelt settled down, many players came to him with weapons they wanted to strengthen.

And when it came to weapons strengthening, Ironfelt had gained an ‘Art’ after being promoted from Golden Crest to Craftmaster: it was an ability to determine if one’s forging had any problems by asking Stoff, the God of Craftsmanship and Fine Wine before getting to work.

It generally went like:

—’Dear god, is it okay if I put in some dark crystals after adding smelting acids like this?’

—’It’s gonna blow.’

Something like that.

It was not direct communication with the divine, however, since divine oracles were still a big deal for the Craftsmen Guild. The Art was an ability that simply saved the hassle of reading books to reach the answer, and the rank of craftmasters affords the authority to use this power.

In simpler terms, it was Baidu.

Be that as it may, weapon strengthening was an entirely different matter for the believers here as compared to Magma City. Although both imbues the strength of the gods into the armaments to improve their quality in every aspect, Stoff’s divine power was used most of the time, and it was the same even for the leaders of other churches who invited dwarven craftmasters to strengthen their weapons.

Here at the frogmen’s village, however, they are using the God of Games’ divine power. Although it wasn’t out in the open, those believers left their weapons with Ironfelt to be strengthened, and he could feel the strengthening stones containing energy similar to Stoff’s divine power. Be that as it may, that energy could not be used for anything else aside from weapon strengthening.

But what worried him more was that weapon strengthening wasn’t easy for the God of Games’ believers.

It certainly wasn’t because Ironfelt’s technique was subpar. He was actually quite accomplished in weapon strengthening, but there were simply situations where he had hammered the item of those believers just once and it exploded instantly.

Ironfelt was scared to death at first, assuming that he had accidentally caused major trouble… but after smashing up dozens of items, those Believers merely thought that they had bad luck and didn’t seek recompense from him.

He finally realized then that he wasn’t at fault. It was the item’s fault!