Chapter 368

Waking up to the sound of dawn, Lumings started the morning with light exercise as always.

Having lived for a long time, I haven’t missed a single day, so now, if I don’t do it, the awkward exercise moderately warms up my body and awakens my senses that were dull during the night. Rummings, who confirmed that he had recovered to his satisfaction, ate the bread he had prepared in advance last night and retraced the same path he had walked for over a thousand years and headed for the blacksmith’s shop.

The smithy, which was located near the valley to avoid the hassle of fetching water, was far from the village, but rather, it was the geographical advantage that Lummings liked the most, so this amount of trouble was nothing.

As soon as he entered the smithy, which he had reached around the time when he finished eating such a large piece of bread, Rummings’ head tilted slightly at the warmth he felt through his skin.

“It’s almost winter now.”

The fire in the furnace is weaker than usual. I wouldn’t know in a day or two, but seeing that he’s been doing this lately, I’m sure. It was a very subtle difference, but it was very important information to Rummings.

It was like a reminder that a year had passed for her, who had lost her sense of time from swinging a hammer without paying attention to how the world was going.

“I don’t know if the useless years will win or I will win, but I won this year.”

Rummings, who gave a giggle while talking to himself, injected mana into the furnace and prepared to pound the iron. There was no hindrance to the movement alone, without an assistant. There may have been years spent by Lumings, but the dwarves’ technology, which was developing day by day, also played a big part.

“It’s time to mix iron and fight life.”

Where should I start working today? While the furnace was warming up to the right temperature for using magic alchemy, a noise came into Lumings’s ears as he rested his chin on his chin for a moment and began to think.

Just before he lost his thoughts, a conversation from the other day suddenly flashed through Rummings’ mind, not sure if he should consider it fortunate that the visitor had come or whether he should feel annoyed that he had come from the wind in the morning.

“...Ah, the human race the village chief talked about.”

Not only did he punish the hunter who was harassing his own people, but he also prayed to the World Tree and went to the process of listening to the revelation, and he moved on to the village chief’s call to show his sincerity to the human race... Was it yesterday? was it three days ago?

Maybe it’s because I just spilled it in moderation? It’s frayed. Still, I remembered that he said he would make something useful for me if I brought him back because that unusual achievement was worth living for.

In any case, it was a planned visit. It wasn’t too difficult for a human who might have received an oracle from the World Tree to make a piece of armor, so Rummings lifted his eyebrows, convinced himself, and stood up.

Then, a familiar voice came from the visitor who had come a certain distance away.

“As always, you move from dawn, Rummings.”

Since it was a common language on the continent that was established about 500 years ago, it must have been true that guests came together. Rummings opened his mouth, trusting that Celebian would interpret for him in case something went wrong, though he was a little uneasy about whether he remembered it correctly.

“I’ve just arrived too. You don’t walk like usual? Did you drink too much?”

“This guy is a pretty good drinker.”

Haha, he laughed and tapped his shoulder, but even though he wasn’t hitting the top of the armor, a fairly solid sound resonated. Lastly, the human race I remember blindly believed in Aura and neglected physical training, but has the world changed?

Well... if that much time had passed, it wouldn’t be strange if things had changed.

“I was wondering what kind of human it was because I heard that Asilie, the snub-nosed bitch, caught a man, but it looks like he caught a pretty solid friend well. Unlike a human, he trained well.”

As I walked toward the visitor, wiping my hands, which must have gotten dirty from preparing for work, Celebian reacted with a laugh.

It makes me want to laugh at myself, saying that the world is wider and more amazing than I was tens of seconds ago, when I was just surprised to find out that I was a female blacksmith elf.

“Excuse me.”

“Not really? Because you were the best response among those who belonged to the very good side.”

The force felt from a violent handshake is enough to make people nervous and their backs stiff. Even though she was wearing clothes, her upper body muscles were clearly developed and not decorative. First of all, I tried to smile and release my hand from her grip, but instead of ending her strong handshake, it continued with a strangely questionable expression.

“You’re too young? I feel like you’re not even 20, right?”

“...ten...five...”

Maybe he’s not actually blind? Maybe he’s pretending to be blind to make fun of me? If that’s the case, I hope Celebian gives a signal soon. It’s to the point where I get goosebumps and goosebumps on my forearms.

Unfortunately, however, she completely denied my hypothesis by showing a rather surprised expression.

“Has the world changed...?”

Same with Celebian’s reaction earlier, and having been in the village for over a thousand years, it seems that that has become a kind of habit. However, unlike that expression, Lumings, who grabbed me, boldly began to rub my forearms and shoulders.

But that greed is no joke. Is this really just a blacksmith job? There is so much difference between them that I can’t tell. Because he was touching me with a very serious expression, she tilted her head once more and asked a question while there was no time to feel uncomfortable or displeased.

“...Hmm, is that strange? It’s similar to demons who develop with magic. Are they human?”

Since my hands were still touching, I had to exercise superhuman patience and endure even flinching.

is that The one that develops other senses instead of blindness? Will it be like this if it continues for close to 1300 years?

It is a level that is automatically understood that it is not uncomfortable to be invisible.

“...First of all, my parents were human.”

“...It’s fun. Do you want to do a little sparring with me?”

“Dalian?”

“Yes, Dalian.”

No matter how much it was, I couldn’t come out with the words that sparring with the blind was a little psychologically uncomfortable. It was because Lumings, who had strode back to the smithy before I could even react, picked up two swords from the pile of dozens of swords without scabbards and returned as they were.

Even so, there was not a single wound on her hand.

“Is this similar to the weapon you use? I’m not a beginner either, so don’t worry too much.

Besides, what I handed over was a sword that had the same length and center of gravity as my sword.

“...a number please.”

Even after seeing it with my own eyes, I still couldn’t escape the shock of the unbelievable sight, but that was the only answer I could give.

It was clear that she was the so-called hermit master.