章節 119: Advanced-level Blacksmith Exam 1
Everyone waited to see how things will play out. They all knew the consequence for offending the Blacksmith Guild. No matter ones position in power they dared not cause a commotion in the hall. However, this only applied to normies, never had they seen a Spellcaster being chastised by the Guild.
"*sigh* I had cone to register myself as an Advanced-level Blacksmith and I had even showed him my work," Ben pointed at Harry who was still sitting on his ass on the floor. "But he was overtaken by greed and wanted to throw me out, so I resorted to attracting attention. I am deeply sorry if I have disturbed you and your work, sir smith." Ben bowed apologizing.
Hoover was confuse as Ben didn't look like the type to really cause trouble and even seemed to know the rules of the Guild, as indeed this is the real reason why conflict is prohibited in any Blacksmith Guild building.
To Hoover though, that wasn't exactly what shocked him. What he realized was that Ben was clearly a Spellcaster, an Unspoken at best, but to also be a smith? Now that is something you literally do not see at all.
Ben picked up the case from the floor in front of Harry and walked up to the dwarf then dropped the cade before him.
Many-a-eyes were looking and were wondering what would become of the young handsome man now that a dwarf is here. Dwarves practically owns the smithing profession, so if you're a smith of any kind, be it in jewelry or armoury you must play by their rules.
"You say you made this yourself?" Hoover opened the case.
When Hoover picked the sword his eyes flashed with professional excitement. Even with the craft being twice his height he was able to hold the sword with ease. By giving it a flick with his finger at the tip of the sword he was truly astounded.
"Yes, I am."
"Come with me, lad. And you," pouting at Harry, "you'll explain yourself later." He then led Ben up the stairs.
As they left the hall it was brought into loud murmuring, chatter and whatnot.
"Wasn't that Advanced blacksmith Hoover? Never knew he was in the building." A Swordsman said in awe.
"Oh man, I wish he could give me a pointer or two." A middle-aged man said in fervor.
"Haha! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? What makes you think you're qualified to waste Mr Hoover's time? Go take a break old man." A woman with well pronounced muscles laughed, she was obviously a smith herself.
"Shut up, Bail." The middle-aged Smith shouted with a red face. This only made those around him to laugh even harder.
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Ben was led to the second floor where countless men and women could be seen forging various types of assortments. Bypassing everyone there he followed the dwarf without a word into a spacious. This room was well lit. Looking around the whole place he could see that it was fully furnished with all the right materials. This place is really worthy to be called the Blacksmith Guild.
"Alright boy, since you do claim to be an Advanced-level blacksmith I'll go gather a few materials for you to showcase your skill. No one will bother you until you are done. I hope you are ready for the consequences for lying. The least is to make two seventy-base skill swords of any kind, then your fate will be decide from there." The dwarf said to Ben sternly before he continued. "You'll begin when I say so, for now, wait." *Bang* the door to the smithy was banged hard that it might have left Ben deaf for a moment.
"Whoa." Be audibly sighed.
This dwarf has just changed his understanding of this world... A bit. How is he still talking to an 'almighty Unspoken' and not stutter nor shaking in his boots? It was like this little dwarf totally disregarded Ben's status as a Spellcaster.
His knowledge comes from whatever he reads, they are not practical. They can all be words spoken by the imaginations of the author. Like who writes the stories at the end of the war? Isn't it the victors? No one would here the story of the losing side. Who knows if the victors resorted to underhanded means to win?
He got the knowledge of diplomacy and politics from his father.
Information gotten from the Hunter's Guild were mainly what you get from rumors, ease dropping, or tales about some legends slaying some powerful beast and whatnot.
The Phantom only dealt on their line of expertize while the only thing about the general knowledge of wizardry and spell casting was Magic Fundamentals and History of Magic.
His journey into the Badlands with the elf, Zoe, made him to learn the elven tongue but that was all. All the knowledge he have acquired all came from reading many books.
Over to the dwarf he just met, he wouldn't lie, this was the second time he's seen a dwarf. The first surprisingly was back at The Phantom and it was through a picture frame. Back then that dwarf was an Arch mage of the third order, otherwise known as a Eighth-level Spellcaster. Ben would not be able to randomly see someone of that caliber. The only ones Ben has seen was Elder and Elder Valery and three others
Approximately forty minutes later the dwarf returned. Three hefty men brought with them three large boxes. Even though they were careful it still made a loud thud when dropped. In each case there was a division of three where three different types of ores and metal laid within.
At least from Mr Grant, he was able to learn vastly about in the knowledge of crafting. Coupled with Lucy's memory capabilities Ben knew of all the ores currently in front of him and their uses.
In front of him there we're a total of nine material and ingredients which he'll use to make his craft.
Ben chose five ores to use in making his sword. Magma ore, Silink fil, Ice inland ire, Platinum ore and Oppo ore. Three out the five were basic-type ores, while the ire (Ice inland ire) was an Intermediate ire. Only the Silink fil was Advanced.
The moment the dwarf Hoover came in he heard Lucy's voice in his head.
'Master, my heat signature scanner have picked up four heat signature 98° to your left at the other side of the wall.'
'Is it a threat?' Ben asked in his head.
'Through analysis... no.'
'Then there's no need. It must be the examiners.' Ben didn't let the information bother him. As long as he wasn't a target to anyone then there was no problem for people to spy on him because of his crafting process.
"Is that your choice for making a seventy-base skill sword?" Hoover asked a little bit confused and with a frown. One should know that the higher the skill sword the more material it needs to be used, and among those materials there should be at least a whole bunch of Intermediate ores and more than three Advanced ores. Yet before him someone was trying to try Basic ores for an Advanced-level skill sword.
It is only common sense that the higher the number of hammering you do on your work the thinner the metal you're creating. This is simply because you're compressing the metal to its barest minimum. Therefore strong ore or iron must be used to withstand the pressure.
"Yes indeed. This is my choice." Ben answered with great confidence that the dwarf could do nothing but accept Ben's choice.
Five people sat at the other side of the wall where only those there could see the smithy, meanwhile, those in the smithy could only see a white painted wall. Two men and two women. Out of the two men one was a dwarf with the other being human. And one out of the women was an elf with the other, a human.
When they saw the ores Ben chose there was a flash of amusement, disappointment and annoyance.
"It is absolutely stupid to use so many Basic ores to make a sword that wouldn't last more than three strikes. This is a waste of my time. Hoover is only lucky that I am not busy for now." One of the dwarves complain incessantly. His dark brown reddish hair covered most of his face, leaving only his sharp dark brown eyes.
"I agree, Crispin. It is just useless to use 'em, such a waste of..." Just as the man was about to finish his words the doors to the secrete room swung open and a figure rushed inside
"Sorry, sorry I'm late. I was abit busy." A male elf said as he made his was to the inverted wall.
"Humph. There is no need for your presence, Caspian. So you might as well leave." The who was cut short in his speech snorted.
"What do you mean, Tim? If I remember correctly, any Advanced-level blacksmith who has the time to spare can all come to be an examiner to a smith or they can simply come to spectate a new applicant. So tell me, why can't I be here?" The elf, Caspian, retorted sharply.
"Pacify everyone, he's about to begin." Said the female elf.
"I didn't call you here to bicker but to watch. So I advise you all calm down." Hoover stepped into the secret room in time to here the two adults bickering about. This was always a headache he faces when calling these 'seniors' to watch an exam, they always want to find a chance to show who's better as an Advanced-level blacksmith. In short, Pride.
"Hoover, if I may ask, what's the use for gathering five of us for this young fellow?" The female elf asked.
"Thanks for asking, Asmilia. Do you all remember that small magic fluctuation earlier?" He nodded to the elf then asked.
"Yeah, by the way, who the Hell was that?! I would like to see which bastard dares disturb a Blacksmith Guild branch." Crispin shouted angrily. It is a good thing the room was also soundproof.
"Well to that question, Crispin, you are looking at 'im." Hoover couldn't help but grin when he saw their shocked faces.
"You mean to say, this young man is an Unspoken?" The human woman asked in doubt.
"Yes, Cora. He is an Unspoken." Hoover nodded.
"But he's simply too young. It takes at most five to seven years to level up from a Chosen to an Unspoken. While it takes more than ten years for a few geniuses and some might even take their entire life just to be skilled and knowledgeable enough to actually be qualified to be a through and through Advanced-level blacksmith. How is that possible?" Tim, the human blurted out. Every other person there was speechless too.
"Maybe 'he might have something's down his pouch.'¹" the angry dwarf, Crispin, said.
[AN: I changed the FoS from 'Up his sleeves' to 'Down his pouch' because they all know that as an Unspoken he should be in possession with a storage pouch.]
"Haha! Let's find out, shall we?" Hoover laughed. At the side the Cora drew closer to see this figure more intently.
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