It had been two hours since the item production game started. It was around the time that the crowd was losing interest. While Euphemina had already finished the blade and had moved on to the hilt, I hadnt even finished the outline of the blade yet. I continued to temper the iron.
Thanks to Khan helping me pinch the metal with his tongs, I was able to become more involved in the hammering and forging.
[The Legendary Blacksmiths Patience skill has been activated. Concentration, stamina, and defense will rise to the extremes for one hour.]
A notification window popped up as I was concentrating. At the same time, I was able to exert an aura of sharp concentrating, making my hammer strikes more powerful and elaborate.
The sound of cheering was completely diminished. I forgot that this was Winstons Central Square that contained thousands of people. Even Khans helping presence became blurred. It was quiet. The only thing that existed in this world was the iron.
The hammer and I werent separate entities. We were fully fused. There was no resistance in the movements of the hammer. It followed my will as if it was part of my body.
The metal made a clear sound as it was shaped like a blade. Then a notification window flashed.
[The Legendary Blacksmiths Breath has increased the effectiveness of your production items]
My spirit cleared and the calm world suddenly changed.
"Erina! Erina! Erina!"
"I believe in Grid!"
The crowd cheered, the birds chirped on the fence, the second hand of the clock tower ticked, and the hammering of Erina were all types of noises that could be heard from the other side of the stage.
My consciousness was dissatisfied as I returned from my own world. It was like reality was intruding.
I wanted to remain there a little bit longer.
Too bad. It was the first time since the creation of the Jaffa Arrow that I became so immersed in the production process. If I could remain in that world a little more, I thought I could create a better work.
As I felt regret, Khans trembling voice was heard.
"I never thought iron could be so beautiful..."
Now I had finished the blade. Then I saw it. It was flawlessly sophisticated, more beautiful than any artwork! The eyes of a legendary blacksmith shouted. This work was more outstanding than the Special Jaffa Arrows.
"G-Great... amazing! To think I am able to enjoy the glory of helping with this work! I think that I was born to become a blacksmith just for this day!" Khan excitedly exclaimed.
But I remained calm. It was because I couldnt ruin the remaining processes.
I took out a minotaur horn from my inventory. It was why I spent a huge amount of 10 gold before the match. I would make a sheath and hilt with this horn. The sheath could be used as a defensive tool depending on the situation, so it was better to have a proper weight and rigidity. The hilt had to be relatively soft to minimize the fatigue of the user.
The minotaurs horn was robust and durable, but it was surprisingly soft. It had the texture of brass casting. In other words, it was suitable to be used for the sheath and hilt.
First, the sheath was designed based on the size of the blade while the length, width, and shape of the hilt were based on an adult males hand. It was completely practical. The minotaurs horn had an artistic pattern on it, so they showed an artistry without me having to do anything. After finishing the design, I was focused on the production when I heard a tremendous cry from the stands.
"Hahaha! Yes! It is shameful for two men to go against a woman, but it has come to an end!"
The crowd agreed.
I scoffed at all of them. "Look at my work and be careful not to have heart attacks from shock."
At that moment. Soldiers armed with swords and spears climbed onto the stage. Then they confiscated my dagger.
As I was confused, a heavily armed knight shouted.
"I have received information that you are working with a criminal called Huroi, arrested eight days ago for trying to harm Winston! Youll have to be questioned about this!"
Was he talking about Huroi who received the For the Residents of Winston quest? He was captured and failed the quest?
That useless bastard. No... why am I associated with him?
I resisted. "What are you saying? I dont know that person! Let me go!"
The knight pulled out his sword at my defiance and warned me, "I suggest that you dont resist."
If I did something, this bastard really would kill me. A sword was pointed at my neck! I was unarmed and forced to follow as the soldiers dragged me down the stage.
Khan called out. "What are you doing? Why are you unfairly framing a person?"
The knights and soldiers ignored Khan. Khan eventually ran to where the Mero officials were sitting. Then he shouted to someone.
"Valmont! You cowardly wretch! You know that you wont win the game, so you are trying to finish it in this manner! You arent afraid of the Winston residents?"
However, Khans shouting was useless. The middle-aged man didnt respond as if he was just hearing an annoying dogs barks.
Thus, I was brought by the armed forces to the castle.
This is impossible!
Rabbit had spent 20 years as a merchant. In the meantime, he had handled numerous excellent products. Thats why he was astonished the moment he checked the dagger made by Grid.
This isnt an ordinary item! Erinas dagger cant be compared to it. We... we lost. I didnt think he would have that much skill!
Valmont, sitting beside him, muttered in an angry voice. "We lost."
Valmont also noticed it right away when he saw Grids dagger. His eyes were as good as Rabbits when it came to seeing spectacular items.
Rabbit bowed. "Im sorry. I shouldve been more vigilant."
Valmont forgave him for failing this time. There was no choice. "It isnt your fault. You hired an amazing blacksmith. But the opponent was too strong. It is different from his appearance."
Valmont had declared their victory when he first saw Grid. He guessed Grid was just a lowly blacksmith. But the result was clear and simple. This failure couldnt be blamed on Rabbit. Grid was just an amazing person.
"He disguised himself as a trash person so that he could make his opponent underestimate him... He really isnt stupid. This competition needs to be properly handled. How can I accept this result?"
Valmont wanted the smithy. It wasnt acceptable for a merchant to give up on the profit from the smithy because of a game.
Rabbit tried to persuade him. "But we have already publicly announced this. If we dont accept the result, the public sentiment will be irreversible."
Valmont raised his voice. "You are speaking nonsense. I will absolutely never give up the smithy!"
Rabbit could no longer stop Valmont. How could he be so confident in this bad situation? There must be something.
Then Valmont smiled wickedly. "In the first place, the crowd doesnt know the result yet. Unlike us, they dont have the discerning eye to see that it is a great item. Unless the details are checked, it is impossible to know that Grids dagger is far superior to Erinas dagger. Sir Philipson!"
Philipson was the knight of Baron Lowe, the lord of Winston, and he was here as Valmonts escort. It clearly showed how great Valmonts current position in Winston was.
Valmont gave an order to Philipson. "Arrest him right away on charges of being the friend of Huroi, who was caught recently. You must confiscate the dagger that he made. This information of that dagger must not be disclosed to the public!"
Then Philipsons soldiers intruded on the stage. They quickly seized the dagger and arrested Grid.
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