130 Episode 130: Veteran Blacksmith Apprentice - Elena 2 (1/2)

”Elena's father disagrees? My daughter's workshop building? Why is that?

That's what I asked Dorothy back at the Prine transfer party.

Let's explain it in order.

First, me and Prine are sponsored by Elena, a blacksmith apprentice.

I'm paying her to build, adjust, and fortify my weaponry.

Elena was supposed to get new equipment and build up a workshop with the money we helped her with.

But Elena's father is against it.

”It's too early for Mr. Elena, says Sergei Baltacha, your father and master”

Mr. Dorothy said that lightly.

It is this Mr. Dorothy who is taking on plans for the renovation of Elena's workshop. Being an adjuster, she does everything Elena doesn't like, including accounting and negotiating.

”He said it's still early... Can you make that powerful weapon?

”That's what Master Sergei says. But I agree with Mr Rana. Mr. Elena's skill can be said to be alone.”

”Right! Then...”

”But it is also true that Master Sergei is opposed. You can't build a new workshop like this.”

”Can't you ignore your father's opposition?

To my inquiry, she shook her head to the side.

”Apprentice blacksmiths can't be recognized by the union as a single person without their masters tattooing them, and they can't build new workshops.”

”What... and...”

I roared. Is that stupid?

”So I need to talk to Mr. Rana”

”You persuade your father, don't you?

”That's right, we're talking fast. Exactly. I want you to meet Master Sergei once.”

”Okay.”

”Of course I'll give it to you. Let's go tomorrow.”

I agreed to Mr. Dorothy's suggestion.

In the evening, after the party, Prine went to study at the Alliance Library. I just admire that attitude when I become a senior.

Tell Prine back from the library about Mr. Elena.

”Convince your father...!

Prine, who was not very close to her parents, made a wary voice.

”Prine may be scared, but are you coming with me? You can stay in the library if you want, okay?

Prine shook her side as she sifted her neck.

”Wow, I'm going too! That's right...... It's about my family, you can't run away forever...!

Prine is also prine, do you want something to trigger it? That's how I was snorting.

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The next day.

Dungeon Strategy - Day XVIII.

Me and Prine visited Elena's workshop outside the Guild Mall.

As usual, Mr. Dorothy served me tea. Me and Prine sit side by side.

Elena doesn't want to go to her father's workshop - that is, to her parents' house. Don't show your face out of the back workplace. A child?

Actually, and Mr. Dorothy opens his mouth.

”The other day, the two of us went out to the master...”

And he told me how it was then.

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Two days ago.

After giving Larna the 'Cloak of the Old Court', Elena and Dorothy visited its workshop in the Guild Shopping District.

Swords and spears erected unconstructively in front of the store.

Baltacha, a sign written just like that.

It's Elena's home, a blacksmith.

”Shit...”

In front of the door, Dorothy puts her head on Elena with a bare gesture she doesn't feel comfortable with.

”Mr. Elena.”

”Wow, that's great! I have to get my father's permission, I can't build a workshop any bigger than this. I'll lower my head or anything!

”I'd like you to come with me.”

”.......................................................................................................”

Huh, and took a deep breath, and Elena opened the door. Get inside.

Dorothy also continues.

The door closes.

It was exactly five minutes later.

”This is fucking jittery! Screw you!

Anger.

Then the door opens rampantly, and from inside comes Elena, an angry mind, and Dorothy with a troubled face.

Elena slammed the door shut, or kicked as much as she wanted.

”Always be left out of time, rusty old age!!

Yes, I threw it away.

Ha..., and behind that, Dorothy sighed.

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”Ha...”

And Dorothy sighed, finishing her recap.

Me and Prine laughed bitterly.

says Mr. Dorothy.

”There were no islands to mount either. Sergei, Elena's father and master, only said, 'I can't have a blacksmith on a woman' and 'Not to mention I can't have half an elf extra'...”

Damn it! And there was a flashy noise over there. Is Mr. Elena breaking something?

I sigh, too, shaking Prine's hand.

”Aren't we even going to talk about skill or something like that...”

”Yes...... Which is very first-class, even Mr. Larna's eltral sword, the cloak of the old court, and Mr. Prine's amulet. Few craftsmen in the Guild Mall will be able to do that level of blacksmithing.”

”'It's a woman', 'It's a half-elf', for that reason...”

Oh, my God, it's an old value.

”Women blacksmiths are enough to sweep and throw away,” Elena said before. Even talking to Anna, the guild's receptionist, seems to have quite a few female blacksmiths, as a feeling.

Besides, the fact that it's a half elf should also be beneficial in processing magic and holy attribute weapons.

Mr. Dorothy,

”Mr. Sergei is also a leading blacksmith. Its skill far outweighs that of her apprentice, Mr. Elena. Sometimes an adventurer in an advanced city comes all the way down here in the lower level and asks you to strike a sword.”

Continue further.

”The dungeon's strategy is progressive every day. That's the same with the blacksmiths who make their weapons. Mr. Sergei has a reputation for being a veteran but not failing to absorb the latest technology at all times. He says he needs it from senior adventurers, even when he's old, because he's a study-keen blacksmith.”

”How could such a person...”

I'm surprised. What Mr. Dorothy said has gained purpose. If the dungeon's strategy proceeds, new ores and sacred relics will be available, and the technology for processing them will evolve.

Always aim to level up, not flatter the technology and foundations you have cultivated so far - the mindset is the same whether you are an innkeeper or an adventurer.

How can one of those endeavors imitate inhibiting the future of his real daughter for reasons such as ”Because she's a woman” or ”Because she's a half elf”?

”It doesn't make sense”

You're right, Mr. Lana.

Mr. Dorothy nodded.

”So I thought. There's another reason.”

”Is there any other reason...?

”Yes. Why does Mr. Sergei not approve of Mr. Elena? That's probably...”

With his eyes full of certainty, Mr. Dorothy says.

”I thought it might have something to do with Elena's mother.”

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Fifteen minutes later.

We came to Sergei's workshop.

It is that place where I met Elena when it was.

That Elena, she's with me.

”... keh. How many times have you been here?”

I'm talking bumps. It is obstinate. Precisely, Mr. Dorothy didn't come with me, he did.

Dorothy, who is grabbing Elena's root, smiles cool.

”Well, last time it was just me and Mr. Elena. But this time, I've also come to two of you, Top Gear, senior adventurers who actually deal with Mr. Elena's weapons. I hope this softens Mr. Sergei's attitude.”

She's right, me and Prine are with her.

Mr. Dorothy knocked on the door and opened it. They're not locked.

Following her, me and Prine go inside, too.

”I'm sorry to bother you”

”Sorry to disturb you......”

Far wider than Elena Workshop. It seems nearly twice as likely. From the back, I can hear, uh, kahn, kahn.

When I got to the leading Mr. Dorothy, I saw that back.

What fits overalls was a small body. But his arms, his back, his muscles are buoyant.

In front of a giant furnace, an old man with gray hair, slapping steel indifferently.

Big steel. Stand up and you'll be taller than me.

On my right hand side, there was a horse slayer knife the same size. It's thicker than my armor, looks slightly glowing, and feels strange. I guess they used special ores and materials.

- With this immensity, this precision...

It looks boneless and has very little coarse area. This sword sucks. Horses, on the contrary, are going to be slashed in the castle, and fingers are going to fall off just by accidental touch.

The prine holding my hand looked up at me strangely. I took my eyes off the sword and put my gaze back on the back of the old man slapping steel. Kahn, as always, is pounding steel.

Mr. Dorothy, step forward,

”I beg your pardon many times, Master Sergei. Today is Elena's -”

”Go home”

Hmm.

The old man said so, without looking back, without resting his hands slapping steel.

Prine groans. From the hand I shook, I'm telling you I'm scared.

But Mr. Dorothy, without any fright,

”No, today I have brought with me an adventurer who is actually using Mr. Elena's weapons”

Hmm.

”It's Mr. Rana and Mr. Prine. They are both top gear adventurers and guild anticipation rookies.”

Hmm.

”It was Mr. Elena's striking sword that became their weapon. I believe that her weaponry can be called first-rate already.”

Hmm.

”For once, with those eyes, look at the sword Elena struck.”

Hmm.

Totally ignored. Through.

And sadly - I'm getting frustrated. 'You've become a lot more tolerable lately,' I thought to myself, but it was a complete mistake. As always, I was a beautiful young man. [M]

I think.

- Something to talk about, Cora.

”Uh!”

Both Mr. Dorothy and Mr. Elena turned to surprise me because I suddenly shouted. Only Prine, who realizes I'm pretty, is in contact. [M]

Mr. Sergei, he's still pounding steel.

I told him with a big voice that sounded all over the workshop.

”I'd like to slash your striking sword with Elena's striking sword, don't you mind!?

Elena gave it a little bit more, and the prine blew it even further.

As far as Mr. Dorothy goes, he's sending a gaze like, ”Mr. Larna, no. This is where we're going to discuss this. Calm down,” but I found out. This is it.

I'm the parent who crushes a child's future with my own hands, sucks.

At least my father and mother didn't disagree with one thing about me becoming an adventurer. When I couldn't, they told me to take over the inn, but that's not compulsory.

Besides, Elena's trying to take over her father's family business.

If you're going to crush it, you have to at least tell me the 'real reason'.

Mr. Sergei's hand stopped.

Looking back slowly,

”What a fucking kid”

He looked at me like he was going to kill me.

”If you can do it, you can do it.”

”Superior, you son of a bitch.”

I took the word.

Gin,