Chapter 163 - The Old Blacksmith (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lin Li was interested in this fat bandit, but there was not much time. He had to wait till he finished settling the Fire Salamandrid leather business before coming back to have a chat with him.

Elijah and Lin Li walked through the foul-smelling street amidst the arguments. They squeezed through with difficulty until half an hour later, when Elijah finally stopped.

“Mr Felic, it’s here.”

What he pointed at was a torn and tattered workshop.

This workshop was befitting of being described as torn and tattered. From afar, it was just a piece of wood dangling. It seemed like a gust of wind would blow away the main door, while the furnace outside the door was not even lit. The anvil had a thick layer of dust on top. When Lin Li walked over, the sight was bare and empty. It was as if it had been a while since the furnace had been lit.

“The Fire Salamandrid leather were purchased from here.” Elijah stood outside the workshop and introduced it to Lin Li softly, “This boss has a weird temperament, he may not open his store for days. Today, I saw that he had opened his store when I came early in the morning, so I rushed to the Guild of Magic to look for you. Luckily, we made it…”

Lin Li looked at the insides of the furnace, and then he looked at the anvil before asking curiously, “Oh, yes. Mr Elijah. How much did you spend to purchase those items?”

“Just calling me Elijah will do…” Lin Li addressing him as “Mr.” caused Elijah to be overwhelmed by flattery and honor. He was in a daze for a while before he remembered about the deal. “Those items were traded for with a batch of ores.”

“Oh…” Lin Li nodded, and did not ask what ores.

The shop was terrifyingly silent. When both of them walked in, Lin Li thought that he had entered a haunted house.

There was nothing inside except for a thin old man, lying in a chair with his eyes closed. It seemed like he was taking a break, but it also felt like he was taking a nap. His hand held a lighted pipe that was flickering. In the midst of the sound of clicks, he suddenly erupted into coughing. It sounded like a workshop’s bellows with a raspy sound. This made Lin Li sympathize with him.

“I will not do any deals today. If there is anything, we’ll talk tomorrow.” Only when the both of them walked into the store did the old man open his muddy eyes.

“Master Hoyer, don’t you remember me?” Elijah carefully asked.

The old blacksmith glanced, and seemingly remembered. “Oh, it’s you…”

“Master Hoyer, my visit today is to ask you about—”

Elijah had a smile on his face, but before he could finish speaking, the old man had rudely interrupted, “Did you bring any ores again when you came over today?”

“That, that I didn’t…”

Elijah was stunned slightly. Before he could speak, the old man waved his hands. “Then you can scram.”

“…”

Lin Li was astonished. He had seen many bad att.i.tudes before. This included himself as he was a person with a rather bad att.i.tude. However, this old man’s bad att.i.tude was a first for him…

The old blacksmith’s words were not any different from a slap. Even a tactful person like Elijah was frozen right there. At that moment, leaving or staying were both not right. His fair-toned face was filled with awkwardness.

“Master Hoyer, may I say a few words?” Lin Li shot a look over to Elijah to tell him to take a seat; he’d settle the rest of it.

“You are?” The old blacksmith was smoking his cigar; he did not even raise his eyelids.

“My name is Felic, and I am from Jarrosus.”

“What has that got to do with me? I am just asking you if you brought ores…”