I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 352



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Episode 352

“I’ll tell you in advance. If you came here with the intention of salvaging a single dwarf weapon, you’d better give up now.”

the next day.

Conjian, who was having breakfast, suddenly brought up that topic.

Ludwig tilted his head slightly at the firm tone.

[Sandstorm Dunes] is a fairly famous place among the southern dwarf villages – I told you not to say that – and… … .

Accordingly, there are quite a few groups that interact with this place. Not only mercenaries, but also Heroes of Heroes, the Imperial Family, and even the Magic Tower’s magicians who visit in person.

Of course, these picky dwarves also accept customers.

Aside from their arrogance and pride, they have no choice but to sell their work in order to make a living.

And Ludwig introduced himself as a merchant.

Even if you don’t know the name of [Romance Company], it’s strange that they show this kind of attitude to [Eibel], who obviously looks like she has some money.

in other words…….

“Why?”

“… … .”

The moment Delak, who was next to him, asked that question, Ludwig realized the simplest method.

I should have just asked when I had time to think. It’s a bad habit I developed after spending so much time disguising and sneaking.

Conjian replied in a curt tone.

“It’s difficult to say to an outsider.”

“… … .”

At first glance, it was a firm tone that might make you feel uncomfortable… … .

In fact, Ludwig knows that he has refused very kindly for a dwarf craftsman.

“That’s too bad.”

Of course, it’s just words, there’s nothing to regret.

The reason I came here in the first place was not to replenish my equipment.

When the meal was roughly finished, Ludwig asked in a casual tone.

“By the way, have any other outsiders visited here recently?”

“Outsiders come and go often. Most of them don’t get what they want though.”

“Um. Actually, I think an acquaintance of mine stopped by here. He might still be staying here… … .”

“Is that so? I understand that you are the only outsiders staying in this town recently… … To be honest, I don’t think you’ll be able to stay long either.”

“ah.”

“Tell me first. Who are you looking for?”

“I am a human female. My name is… … .”

Along with the name, I briefly described the impression I had heard of Seren Goodspring from Luan.

Conjian muttered as he listened to the story.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”

“ah.”

“I’ll guide you to the Master, so ask him. He’s the only one who remembers outsiders well.”

Master probably means guild master.

Although it was a grand title, it was just a position equivalent to that of a village chief in an ordinary village.

Dwarf villages are not formed primarily to help each other with food, clothing, and shelter, nor to cooperate with each other.

Rather than a village, it would be more accurate to call it a guild, as it is closer to a union that works together to make their work better.

It seems that the dwarves also call this sandstorm hill the [Sandstorm Guild].

‘I can only stay for one day… … If I make a mistake, I’ll be kicked out without even being able to salvage the crumbs.’

At first glance, the village may not seem that large, but given their closed and uncooperative attitude, gathering information will not be easy.

This is Ludwig’s prediction, but if this is the atmosphere of the town, it is highly likely that Seren Goodspring will not be able to stay long and will be kicked out.

And it’s unlikely that the dwarves, who have little interest in anything other than their own work, would remember an outsider who visited at least a few months ago.

‘The guild master’s memory is probably the key.’

Ludwig nodded and said.

“Where is the master?”

***

Following Conjian’s guidance, I decided to head to the master of this village.

The road to the master.

I stayed a few steps away and eavesdropped on the conversation going on up ahead.

“By the way, what determines a master here? Skill, after all?”

“Yes. Once every ten years, you just have to present your best work at the [Vulcan Festival].”

“Aha. So the position of Master changes once every ten years?”

“That’s true. But the gentleman you’re about to meet… Visid Rani has held the position of Master for 40 years.”

“That means… … .”

“Yes. For almost half a century, the best craftsman in [Sandstorm Dune] has been Visid.”

The house where such a nobleman lived was not larger than others, and was not in a special location.

However, the shape of the house looked a bit interesting.

‘It looks like a hammer.’

It’s a hammer that’s been turned upside down.

Conjian walked up to the door that corresponded to the hammer head and knocked.

“Visid! Master! We have a guest! Can’t you hear me? Vi-si-dreueu …

Why are you shouting so loudly?

At first I was puzzled, but soon I understood.

This nobleman, Bisid, had no intention of coming out even after knocking on the door for a long time.

I think I knocked for a few minutes.

At this point, I was starting to think that maybe he had just left the house, when the door suddenly opened and a dwarf appeared.

“Damn it! Conjian! Didn’t I tell you not to touch me for at least a week once I get started on the work?”

He was a little dwarf.

Is this tautology? Anyway.

Conjian was also a bit of a brat, but this dwarf was even more violent.

His face was as red as a ripe fruit, and his beard was long enough to cover almost his entire body.

It is said that the length or shape of the beard symbolizes the dwarf’s age or status, so he was certainly not an ordinary person.

But Conjian responded calmly, not seeming particularly intimidated.

“… I told you that two weeks ago. You are a guest.”

“A guest? Hmm… … .”

Master of the Sandstorm Dunes, Visid, looked at us with gloomy eyes and said.

“… We are not currently accepting production requests.”

“I heard so.”

“There’s no particular equipment worth selling. I’ve already sold everything that was worth selling.”

“Really? But our goal isn’t the equipment.”

“then?”

“I’m looking for an outsider who visited here a few months ago.”

As Ludwig spoke and explained Seren’s impression, Visid responded in a blunt voice.

“Ah. I remember. That person definitely came.”

“What happened?”

“Well… … I think he asked me to make something. Even then, our situation wasn’t good, so I declined. After that, I don’t remember whether he left or what he did. Were you acquainted with that human?”

“yes.”

“That’s too bad. I have nothing to tell you about him. Is that all you have to do?”

“… … .”

If that were the case, he would have told me to leave right away.

“hmm…….”

The moment Ludwig trailed off… … .

[What should I do?]

Suddenly, I heard Ludwig’s voice in my head.

Is it a teleportation? It seems a little different. I don’t think it’s magic either, so maybe it’s part of Ludwig’s protection.

I thought it would be a pretty useful protection for Ludwig, who had to move secretly, and I replied in a voice.

[I think you’re lying.]

[You’re lying?]

[Seren didn’t come to commission the production. She came to get a repair estimate.]

[Really? But there’s not much difference between production and repair. It happened quite a while ago, so it might be confusing.]

[I don’t think so. The item Seren brought was a bit unusual.]

[What was it?]

[I don’t know the details, but it’s an Oparts that would make even a dwarf craftsman roll his eyes.]

[hmm.]

Only then did Ludwig seem to understand and he continued speaking naturally.

“… But why can’t I request a production?”

“I can’t reveal it to outsiders.”

“I understand the situation here, but aren’t we guests? We even hired a craftsman from this village… … .”

“You saved me?”

At those words, Bisid’s gaze turned to Conjian. Then Conjian averted his gaze and spoke.

“…They saved me from being attacked by sandworms.”

“You were attacked by sandworms? You didn’t hire a mercenary group?”

“I hired them. But their skills aren’t that great… … .”

“What a piece of crap. They probably hired easy guys just to save a few bucks. Damn it. I told you, right? You’ll definitely die if you do that… .”

Conjian’s face turned slightly red at the sarcastic words, but he only moved his lips and said nothing.

Visid glared at me with a displeased expression, then sighed and said.

“… It’s not hard to tell the circumstances, but please don’t spread this around.”

“Of course.”

“The god who is looking down on us dwarves is angry.”

“… … ?”

Ludwig blinked at the out-of-the-blue response.

“What does that mean?”

“Do you know [Vulcan]?”

“Ah. I’ve heard of it. The god of fire, invention, and blacksmithing. The dragon incarnate, Vulcan… … .”

Then, Visid spoke in a somewhat surprised voice.

“You’re quite knowledgeable. I thought humans from the system weren’t interested in anything other than the 72 gods… … .”

“… … .”

Actually, that would be the case.

The gods that the people of the empire mainly believe in are 72 gods and five kings.

However, due to the regional characteristics of the South, it was a place where one could encounter more tales of various gods than other places… … .

Perhaps because it was a land where dragons once lived, the 13 Dragon Kings were particularly famous.

This is similar to the fact that the influence of the nine spirit gods is particularly strong in the eastern grasslands.

“We offer him excellent weapons from generation to generation, and he gives us [the breath of Vulcan].”

“Breath of Vulcan?”

“The flame that can forge all metals… … is the formless treasure of our dwarves.”

“hmm…….”

“But we haven’t been able to breathe for a while now. I don’t know the exact reason. I just know that he’s angry… … .”

“… … .”

“Maybe… God has abandoned us.”

After hearing the story, it was clear that it was not an area where outsiders could carelessly interfere… … .

Aside from that, I narrowed my eyes.

‘… Has there been an incident like this at Sandstorm Hill?’

Nothing really comes to mind, so it’s strange.

It was a few years later when I came to the South, and even then, the weapons made in [Sandstorm Dunes] were still doing well.

The fact that it went well means that supply was still steady… … .

So, is this also a butterfly effect that happened because of me?

Or it could be an issue that will resolve itself naturally if left alone.

Or… … .

‘… The church kids might have gotten involved too.’

The last one was the least likely, but that made me even more suspicious.

Ludwig said.

“Isn’t there a place to honor God?”

“A temple… … Of course there is one.”

Visid sighed with an even more embarrassed expression.

“But I can’t go there anymore.”

“What if the temple collapses?”

“No, it is not. To be precise, it is inaccessible. I just said. Vulcan is angry… … His anger is currently enveloping the area around [the temple of Vulcan].”

“… … ?”

“It means that the area around the temple is currently surrounded by a conflagration. That is… a heat so strong that it can melt even the hardest metal.”

It’s hot… … .

I thought for a moment and then sent a message to Ludwig.

[I think I need to check the temple.]

[Are you okay? This is seriously hot.]

[I can handle it. Just try to get in somehow.]

[Okay, I got it.]

“Where is that temple built?”

“Are you really going to approach there? Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“I heard you well, and I understand. But do you see the lizardman behind me?”

Only then did Visid’s gaze turn to me.

“That guy has a very high resistance to heat. That means he can walk through the fire and enter the temple.”

“That’s ridiculous. Do you know what happened a month ago? There was a dwarf who went to the temple wearing armor made from [desert ant] material! He boasted that it could withstand hundreds of degrees of flame, but he gave up before he could even approach the temple. That idiot suffered burns all over his body and is still lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. Would you go to a place like that with nothing on?”

Ludwig chuckled.

“Why are you talking so seriously? Even if it fails, only one of the alien races will die.”

“that…….”

“I am a businessman. I did not come here specifically for business purposes, but I do not turn down any opportunity that might be profitable. So let’s talk about business.”

“Work talk?”

“If we solve the Wrath of Vulcan, give us three of the best works of art in this village.”

“Three?”

“I don’t think it’s too much to ask.”

“… … .”

Of course, this may be asking too much.

The weapons made by dwarves are worth their price, and among them, the brand called [Sandstorm Dune] is even more valuable.

Even in such a village of craftsmen, the three best weapons are… … .

‘… In some cases, you could even buy a castle, or something like that?’

Actually, I don’t know much about these prices, so I’m not sure if they’re accurate.

“You speak so well without listening to the opinions of the parties involved.”

Conjian interjected in a somewhat unpleasant tone.

“Even if they are from a different race, they are not slaves but mercenaries. They can claim their minimum rights. No one can force them to do something if they do not have the will to do it themselves.”

I looked at Conjian with a little surprise.

Because he truly possessed a personality that was unusual for a southern-born dwarf.

Perhaps because he thought that it made sense, Visid’s gaze was also focused on me.

I opened my mouth while taking in that gaze.

“I accept it.”

“what?”

Conjian was even more surprised and said to me:

“Listen. Didn’t you hear what the Master just said? I don’t know how much heat resistance your scales have, but I don’t think they’d hold up any better than [desert ants]… … .”

“I am confident. And if I can’t continue to use [Breath of Vulcan] like this, won’t you be in a lot of trouble too?”

“Is that the problem now?”

“Yes. I must return the favor.”

“A favor?”

I looked at Conjian, who had a puzzled expression, and slightly twisted the corners of my mouth.

It was an imitation of the smile that Araxad sometimes showed, which I found quite attractive.

“The meal you treated me to yesterday was just as good.”

“… … !”

A lizardman warrior who risks his life to repay a debt for a single meal… … .

This is romance.