After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 117 - 24 Trembling and Aching Hands_2
Otherwise, it would always grow darker.
However, after a night’s rest, his condition was completely restored.
Xi Mu stretched lazily, all the negative effects on his body had disappeared, restoring him to his peak condition.
"Partner, let’s set off!" he said as he mounted the mare, then glanced at the blindfolded nun who kept a serene smile, standing quietly to the side, facing him with a smile.
He paused for a moment.
"Thanks for your cloak last night." Xi Mu expressed his thanks, and then left with the mare while the blindfolded nun stood still, watching their disappearing figures.
She raised her hand and gently touched her chest, feeling a sense of joy, and it seemed that Lord Ash didn’t entirely resist her presence.
He even thanked her.
...
...
They left the forest.
Continuously running deeper into the underworld.
Since the Flame Giant, Surter, was sealed at the deepest part of the underground world, his overflowing power melted the earth, turning it into magma.
This meant that the deeper the underground, the stronger the power contained in the magma, naturally making it more suitable for forging powerful weapons.
Therefore, strong dwarf forging masters usually liked to live deep underground, utilizing the power of magma to forge weapons.
Of course, the closer one got to the deep layers of the underground, the more the dangers increased. Monsters became stronger, and there were the mad followers of the Dusk Cult.
Ordinary people would definitely not wish to venture into the deep underground.
"Ha, finding this place means you’re here to forge weapons too, right?"
At that moment,
in front of the forge, a white-bearded dwarf, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, casually spoke to the knight in silver armor riding an eight-legged horse:
"You don’t look like an ordinary guy. Tell me what you need forged."
The knight in front of him, able to ride a powerful creature, indicated that his identity and ability were both extraordinary. Whatever he wanted to forge would probably pique his interest.
After all, at his level of mastery, this forging master was rather indifferent to wealth; money... was just too common.
Interesting inspirations were far more attractive to him.
Unfortunately, it had been a long time since anyone had presented a design that he found intriguing, so naturally he was reluctant to forge.
"I want to forge a great sword." Xi Mu dismounted and handed over the design for the Great Sword of Death, and after the white-bearded dwarf looked at the design for a while,
he set down the design, his expression serious.
"Where did you get this design from?"
Others might not realize the value of this design, but as a top-tier dwarf forging master, he immediately noticed something odd about it.
This was clearly the legendary Great Sword of Death, a weapon granted by the Witch of Death to her followers. In the distant past, only one of the Death’s followers had ever possessed the Great Sword of Death.
And now, he was holding a design for the Great Sword of Death.
"I researched it myself," Xi Mu lied without changing his expression, but the white-bearded dwarf smirked in disdain.
Deceiving him was an impossible task.
"Alright, it was given to me by a beautiful lady," Xi Mu changed his story, his expression curious as he asked, "Is there a problem with this weapon design?"
The problem was serious.
The white-bearded dwarf twitched his mouth. In that moment, he thought about many things, from the identity of the knight in silver armor, to the recent assassination of the Goddess of Plague, and whether the Witch of Death had escaped from her confinement.
Then he managed to clear a line of logic.
"I cannot forge this weapon." He returned the design to Xi Mu, planning to move and find a place to quietly settle down.
Now, if he dared to forge the Great Sword of Death for the knight in silver armor, it would be treason against the gods. Yet if he refused to forge it, it would offend the Witch.
Either choice was terrible.
"To be honest, my... hand has a serious injury," the white-bearded dwarf lifted his trembling palm.
"Even the highest level of Healing Prayer is of no use," he sighed, his beard quivering slightly as he choked up:
"I can no longer forge weapons of this caliber."
This was a lie; in fact, he was very healthy. Not only could he smoke and drink, but he also periodically went out to relax with beautiful dwarf ladies.
But he had to feign illness; otherwise, offending the Witch of Death probably meant he wouldn’t even get the chance to go to Hell.
After all, the Witch of Death enjoyed collecting and playing with souls.
"Is that so?" Xi Mu sighed in disappointment, looking at the trembling hands of the white-bearded dwarf as he handed over a dagger, "Can you still hold a hammer?"
Testing me?
The white-bearded dwarf looked at the dagger handed to him and gripped it with slightly trembling hands, his expression melancholic, "Holding it is not a problem, but I can’t work with precision anymore."
"If that’s the case, there’s nothing we can do." Xi Mu cradled the white-bearded dwarf’s hands, his expression both melancholic and helpless.
Then suddenly, he forcefully stabbed the dagger into his own palm.
What happened?
The white-bearded dwarf was instantly stunned; he hadn’t intended to attack the knight; it was the knight in silver armor who had slammed his palm onto the dagger.
Blood flowed.
Dripping.
Xi Mu watched the perplexed expression on the white-bearded dwarf, showing a pained look, yet he did not let go of the dwarf’s hand.
"Despicable, to even use poison."
White-bearded dwarf: "..."
What does this human want to do, frame him? But no one else was there.
And just then.
Crack.
The sound of the bracelet breaking was heard, falling to the ground from Xi Mu’s wrist, as the dwarf master looked down at the bracelet on the ground.
Felt it... a strong premonition of death.
"Dare to harm my ’Destiny Witch’s’ beloved apprentice, listen well, do not think death will be the end," a pleasant female voice rang out, tinged with a terrifying intent to kill.
The air seemed to solidify at that moment.
The white-bearded dwarf opened his mouth, feeling as if he couldn’t breathe; he tried to shake of Xi Mu’s hand but found his body could not move.
No... it was an inexplicable force taking effect nearby, mandating that nothing could move and had to remain static.
Wind stopped.
Fire congealed.
Dust in the air stood still.
Until behind the knight in silver armor, there appeared a mature and elegant, beautiful woman. She gave the white-bearded dwarf a cold look and then turned her gaze to the pierced palm of the knight in silver armor.
It wasn’t me who harmed your apprentice.
The white-bearded dwarf wanted to explain, but he was indeed holding the dagger that had pierced the knight’s palm.
This... explanations probably wouldn’t be believed.
"Teacher, you’ve arrived." Xi Mu turned his head, looking at the witch Hecate who appeared beside him, and quickly stepped back.
He covered his bleeding palm, frowning slightly.
"Sorry to let you see me in such a sorry state,"
"Apprentice, there’s no need to be strong in front of your teacher." Hecate gently shook her head, grabbing Xi Mu’s bleeding palm.
Then, Xi Mu’s pierced palm began to heal, and in an instant, it was as good as new.
"Is this the power of destiny?" Xi Mu moved his palm and then looked at the white-bearded dwarf, asking:
"Master, are you so reluctant to forge a weapon for me?"
Without waiting for an answer, he added another remark.
"Is it because the weapon is the Great Sword of Death?"
"...That’s actually the Great Sword of Death, isn’t that a weapon of legend!" The white-bearded dwarf was silent for a moment, then showed a surprised expression, "However, I would want to forge it no matter what; this is a forger’s glory!"
He extended his no longer trembling hand.
"Ah~ I’m so excited that I’m no longer trembling."
"So you are willing to help forge the Great Sword of Death?" Xi Mu seemed somewhat surprised, while the white-bearded dwarf looked at the witch standing next to the knight in silver armor.
He smiled kindly.
"Of course I am willing."
"Apprentice, are you just going to let him off like this?" Hecate still seemed somewhat unsatisfied, her cold eyes fixed on the white-bearded dwarf. She said:
"I think extracting his soul and stuffing it in a lamp wick to burn forever, listening to his wails wouldn’t be too bad."
White-bearded dwarf: "..."
