บท 35: Blacksmith.

Failure...

After failure...

After failure...

Alaric collapsed to the ground, sweating like a dying pig as he could barely wrap his grip around the hilt of the hammer.

The workshop temperature was high, and Alaric, being stuck in the room for so long, began to feel dizzy after a couple of hours.

Sure, he had the knowledge needed to make the kind of equipment he needed, but he lacked the skill—by a lot.

Now lying on the ground, Alaric tried to catch his breath, constantly breathing heavily.

'Dammit, why is this so damn hard?!'

He opened his eyes, now focusing his gaze on the ceiling, steam taking over every corner of the room.

'Tsk! I hate stress so much!'

Alaric sat upright, looking at the door for a while to check if anyone was there, before he turned his gaze back.

'Carrier.'

[You called for the carrier.]