I melted iron ore and jaffa together, mixing them in the right proportions. Then, I poured the molten iron into the mold. Then, after 40 minutes, I pounded it into the shape of a wire. I poured a bucket of water on the wire.
A loud sound was heard as the scorching wire cooled rapidly. Quenching. This process increased the hardness and strength of the metal.
Smith seemed disappointed for the first time.
"You even know about quenching?"
"Yes. I have studied various production methods. I am a person who is always prepared."
"Uhh, I dont know what you studied, but is this the limit of self-study? Why are you using quenching when making the arrowhead? Im not sure if you know, but if you quench the metal, it becomes harder and less durable. The moment the arrow strikes the enemy, instead of piercing the enemy, the arrowhead might break in the enemys armor."
That was right, but I had a special plan.
"Ill also use tempering."
Tempering involved reheating the quenched metal and then gradually lowering it in order to decrease the metals brittleness. It was adding a flourish to the production method, which could strengthen the metal in the end.
However, it would take a lot of time to do all of this. It was labor that I didnt like!
Smith frowned as he felt the same way.
"Do you intend to make the arrows all night? I dont know why you would spend so much time making the arrows. Those who buy arrows consider them as a one-off consumable, so why are you so devoted to making the consumable item?"
Why? The reason for increasing the amount of labor was simple. I replied while reheating the quenched wire and hammering at it,
"If I make it a bit better, I can sell it for a more expensive price."
Smith understood once he heard my words and no longer interfered. I made the arrowheads by repeatedly quenching, forging, and tempering. How much time passed by? I was tired and sore, but the heat from the smithy was even more painful. My awkward hammering skills steadily improved over time.
[Your persistence has risen.]
[Your dexterity has risen.]
My growing stats really made everything feel worthwhile. I was willing to do anything to raise my stats.
Dammit! It was labor in the game! But it was also fun!
"I will become addicted to labor one day!"
Would a day come when I enjoyed labor in reality as well? It was a big deal. I might end up with osteoporosis in my later years of life.
I complained but still immersed myself in the actions. The wire was slowly converted into an arrowhead as my hammering and my skills became more sophisticated.
I took short breaths. My arms were numb and my skin was hot, but I endured it. My concentration increased as my stamina fell.
[The Legendary Blacksmiths Patience skill has been activated. Concentration, stamina, and defense will rise to the extremes for one hour.]
Suddenly, the weariness in my body disappeared and I felt refreshed. This was similar to the vigor I felt whenever I ate cereal with milk.
I alternated between the hammer and metals, producing the arrowheads. The effect of my increased concentration was noticeable in the arrowheads. It mightve been because I made it myself, but the arrowheads were really beautiful.
I was happy. Sweating in front of the fire gave me a sense of fulfillment.
But they would be reluctant to pay more. Why? It didnt make sense to pay more money just for a slight increase in attack power. So I used quenching, forging, and tempering as a way to maximize the effects of my skill. I expected that a fairly good arrow would emerge from a 10% increase in performance plus a more elaborate production process.
Then the finished arrows had a better performance than my expectations due to the breath skill. I made Jaffa Arrows that had 15 more attack power than existing Jaffa Arrows, and it also had the option of completely ignoring the enemys defense. A high-level user would purchase the Jaffa Arrows I made, no matter how expensive they were. It was well worth it.
The superior stats and skills possessed by Pagmas Descendant. The 40 stat points obtained through the minus levels! My stats also increased from making epic rated items. Finally, the arrows that could be sold at an expensive price. I could be certain that today was the best day of my life.
"It is better than my birthday."
Besides, there was only my little sister who remembered my birthday. It was annoying to hear on my birthday things like Are you sitting alone at home again? or Dont you have any friends? This year, I should say those words on my sisters birthday.
Therefore, it was natural to be one hundred times happier today compared to my embarrassing and lonely birthdays.
Smith watched me laughing like a madman and handed over the 100 completed Jaffa Arrows.
"I originally promised you half of this... but I cant take such wonderful things. I want you to take all of them."
The effect of maximum affinity! Wasnt this a beautiful favor?
My heart thumped. Smith seemed just like my grandfather so I couldnt help embracing him.
"You have shown me great kindness! It was a short meeting but I will never forget you."
Tears dripped from Smiths eyes as he hugged me. "Are you leaving already? Thats too bad."
"We might meet again someday if were lucky."
"I dont want you to leave..." Smith glanced at me with a flushed face.
Like a male peacock opening its colorful tail feathers to seduce a female, he tried to attract me using hammers, tongs, and the solid muscles of his upper body. This man, he had the smell of a widower so he mustve been alone for a long time. Maybe he was so lonely that he became gay after his affinity towards me reached the maximum...? No, he mightve been gay from the beginning.
His dignity decreased in front of his affection. I straightened and let go.
"Then Im going now."
I grabbed the 100 epic arrows and hurriedly moved away. However, due to the 100% reduction in movement speed, I couldnt leave the blacksmith quickly. Smith approached me and hugged me from behind.
"I can see that you also dont want to separate from me! You are thinking of me in that passionate heart of yours. Im reluctant to give up this affection. I wont forget you until the day I lay in my coffin! No, I will think of you, even in my coffin!"
"This damn person. Stop speaking such terrible words!"
Just like with Doran, the excess weight caused a misunderstanding again.
I barely got away from Smith made a vow to sell my arrows, find a warehouse, and move to another village as soon as possible.
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