Killer King Against Fate!
Chp 04, Journey to be a blacksmith
Marketplaces
Olav goes around the market but all he finds is the same stall as before and almost no one sells knives or swords for battle.
After getting tired of touring Olav his end chose to ask the owner one of the stalls he visited.
"Uncle, do you know of any places around here that sell weapons?" Ask Olav.
"Oh boy are you looking for a gun? You're a kid as good as you don't play with sharp objects." Said the owner of the stall.
"In fact I just want to buy two of my soldiers a new weapon." Olav.
"Oh you're a good easy master well, you can go straight ahead and then turn towards the alley there, I got a gun to sell there." Her speech.
"Darima love uncle." Olav. "You two come on." Olav gives false hope to his two warriors.
"Okay young master!" The two warriors were immediately excited when Olav said he would buy him a weapon.
After following the direction pointed by the merchant earlier, Olav finally arrived at a shop in intent.
"You just wait outside." Olav said to two of his soldiers.
"Good young master." Answer them as Olav walks in.
The crane! The crane!
The door bell rang as Olav entered the shop, there were more guns but all were of low quality.
"Welcome ah it's just a boy, what do you want a boy?" An old man came carrying a forging hammer.
"I just want to see." Said Olav looking at the weapons around.
"Come on. It's up to just take one and go." Said the old man.
"Who would want a low-quality weapon like this, anyways for what you carry a hammer while all these weapons are just you cut from the iron plate and then you sharpen the old man." Olav said bluntly.
The old man looked shocked. "Oh boy you're a kid but visa knows, what class are you?" Ask the old man.
Class is something that is obtained from birth and will determine one's life path, Class Olav is Noble but he is a noble who can not use magic so what is the use of his noble class.
"The noble class that can't use magic." Olav replied.
"Ghaha! So you're the son of duke Villea." The old man laughed out loud.
"I'm sorry, yeah." Olav said he felt insulted.
"I'm sorry, I don't think the kid that the crowd says is trash has good eyes." The old man apologized.
"So what's the purpose of your hammer?" Ask Olav.
"Come on a boy." Said the old man calling Olav to enter his work space.
"Oh." Nodding Olav followed. "Who's your name, old man?" Ask Olav.
"Call me Gilbert." Answer her.
"Your name is pretty cool for an old man like you." Olav.
"And be fascinated with the creation of the owner of this cool name." Gilbert said showing the results of his creation.
[Magic Sword (Guns)
A magic sword forged by Gilbert, can emit a fire that burns the attack area three times before being destroyed.]
"That only three times does a fire come out?" Asked Olav to underestimate.
"You're great to know that it means you have a grading skill, it's just my lowest weapon, I think it can make a little boy like you fascinated turn out to be sniveled." Gilbert.
"But yes, from what I know, it's very rare forging that can make magic swords, you're great at making them too." Praise Olav seeing the red sword in his hand.
"As a forger I still want to create even better weapons but I'm very old to continue my weapons research." Gilbert.
"You're going home yet?" Ask Gilbert.
"Tomorrow I'll come again old man, please teach me how to forge." Olav.
"Hm you're a boy with spirit, come anytime." Gilbert.
Olav then took two swords that looked better than the others but still had very low quality and then gave them to his two warriors.
"Here, tomorrow I'm going out you two don't have to escort me, you understand?" Olav said as if giving orders.
"Good young master." The two soldiers were happy.
Olav returns to the mansion and chooses to stay in the mansion's library for a day to learn more about the world - be it the kingdom, the region and the history - all Olav has to learn.
The next day Olav came back to Gilbert's shop to get the forging skill.
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Gilbert Store
"If you want to be a forger then the first thing you have to do is take care of this." Gilbert pointed at Olav's super flaccid arm.
"Like it is so." Olav did realize his weakness.
"Well, you'll have the first lesson straight away, cut all the wood in the backyard with the axe there." Gilbert.
"Byeah! Not burning coal, why do I have to cut wood?" Ask Gilbert.
"Let's help your teacher even if it's just a little." Gilbert said as if pleading.
"Burning wood in the back must be cooking-_-." Olav.
"It's a good job to train your body." Gilbert.
"Ah whatever it is, I'll do it." Said Olav walking to the back of the house and took his tall axe that was as tall as his body.
Prak! Prak! Prak!
In just five swings Olav's arm was already painful and difficult to lift the super heavy axe but Olav continued until the slash to cousin.
"Uh. huh. hah.. shit this body is too weak when I used to be able to do it up to a thousand times no problem." Olav said it was difficult to catch his breath like a running race.
Olav again saw the pile of wood that he had to split but the number is still very much.
"Espirit Oliver! You're not that weak until you give up on just this light axe." Olav encouraged himself and raised the axe again.
Just by brandishing the axe alone, Olav was able to increase his stamina capacity and forge his body strength.
Olav keeps repeating it every day, at night Olav always do stamina and energy gathering meditation to regenerate every cell that is damaged when forcing the limit of his body to many cells damaged muscle.
But after one week of his end the whole wood that Olav had to part his end was finished and thanks to his meditation and exercises little by little began to look hard muscle building in the arm and stomach region.
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(TL note: the level of nobility is divided into five castes.
- Duke
the Marquess
earl
the Viscount
- Baron's.
The docked castle is the Duke and the lowest one is the Baron.)