I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy

28. The relationship between a blacksmith and a loving priest (1)

I didn’t sleep well that night, but Sierra seems a little more energized after that.

[You mean there’s a blacksmith who knows how to make a urethra in such an ordinary town? ]

Sierra, who circled around me, says.

“It’s difficult to approach from living in an ordinary town… but we’ve been preparing. We have to try.”

I said, tapping the thick backpack.

We went to a village near the academy to meet the blacksmith to entrust the production of the urethra.

After getting off the wagon and entering the village, I moved my steps in search of a blacksmith.

It was late at night and because it was a small town, people were not actively walking around.

[What kind of blacksmith would you like to make the urethra… A dwarf? No, there’s no way that dwarves live in a place like this. ]

Sierra, who was curious about the identity of the blacksmith, pours out questions.

“I don’t even know what he looks like. But if you meet him, you’ll notice right away.”

I answered her question with a smile. At my answer, Sierra tilted her head, as if she was still unsure.

Walking along the village road, I see a house that is subtly detached. It was a fairly large mansion for a small village house.

“This must be it.”

I said that while stopping my legs in front of the mansion.

The moment you approach the mansion to knock on the door, you feel something passing through your body.

[It looks like you put a barrier…]

“It’s probably a light barrier to see if anyone gets in. He doesn’t like to be disturbed, he.”

Approaching the door of the mansion, I politely knocked on the door.

ㅡ Smart.

“…”

Even after knocking on the door, there was no sign of anything inside the mansion.

‘I wouldn’t have gone out…’

As much as he lives in hiding, I have to be careful with my approach, but I have a gift to suppress this rudeness.

ㅡ Kiki profit.

The moment I put my hand on the door, thinking about knocking again, the door opened.

“What did you come for? If you came to visit the village chief, then you came to the right place…”

Opening the door, he appeared and introduced himself as the village chief. He was a young man with a neat appearance for a blacksmith who would make a urethra.

His exceptionally bright blonde hair stands out.

He was the blacksmith I was looking for.

It should be said that it is a double job.

[He’s just an ordinary human at first glance, but is he really a blacksmith? ]

Sierra next to me throws out a question that won’t come back.

However, I saw the young village headman’s eyes gently moving towards Sierra floating in the air.

“This… I don’t know what to call you by name. Should I call you Chief… or ‘Daderos-sama’, am I right here?”

When I mention the name Daedroth, the village chief’s eyes become serious.

Deedros was his name as a urethral blacksmith.

“…Let’s talk inside first, come in.”

A young village chief whose tone and expression suddenly change.

Soon he opens the door and invites us into his mansion.

The inside of the mansion that followed him into was very luxurious.

Everything that looked expensive was decorating the mansion.

The often-visible artworks were revealing his temperament.

Sierra was also flying around the mansion, surprised by the luxury that did not match the village chief.

I followed him into a large room with sofas lined up around a table.

The young village chief sits down on one of the sofas there.

Then he knocked on the sofa next to him and invited me to sit down.

“I thought it might be rude in the middle of the night… Thanks for letting me in.”

I sat down on the sofa and told him.

“Even if the blind man came all the way here, it’s obvious what he came for when he’s spouting such a powerful yogi.”

The young village chief glanced at me once and then poured the alcohol on the table into a glass. Even if he didn’t show it, he seemed uncomfortable.

I looked at him and took out a bottle of alcohol from my backpack.

He pulled out something that would help improve the relationship.

“Looking at the smell of alcohol… I have something for you, but I don’t think you need it.”

His eyes pierce the bottle I took out.

“Wait a minute… Would you like me to give you that bottle?”

I obediently handed him the bottle.

He picks up the bottle and reads the label slowly before asking me.

“Where did you get this…?”

The liquor he was holding was an item that was labeled as ‘very old liquor’ in the game.

In general, the longer the wine is aged, the richer the flavor and the higher the value, but this liquor is close to cheap distilled spirits. Therefore, it is not an item that was valued so much in the game.

However, this drink was an item that increased the favorability of the man in front of him, Deedros.

This is because it is the alcohol he drank before, and it is now discontinued and difficult to find. It can be seen as a drink filled with its own nostalgia.

“On the way home, I helped the man who was cleaning the warehouse. He gave me this in return. I don’t drink…”

The game wasn’t that difficult.

If there was a specific person, there were many cases of obtaining items related to that person on the way.

“On the way to the village… Ha ha ha! They said it was dark under the lamp… It was quite close… This drink had many memories… I don’t know if it was intentional, but it’s a meaningful thing to me.”

He looked at the bottle he picked up vaguely and touched the bottle label with his finger.

Looking at his reaction, it seems that the intended effect can be seen.

[This man… Compared to his young face, I can feel that the years he has spent have not been easy. ]

Sierra seemed to have some strands of his identity.

“Dedros… It’s a rather unfamiliar name now. I don’t wonder how you found me… At least you know who I am.”

I nodded at him.

the Dedros.

He is a dragon who has lived in this land for hundreds of years.

He is currently in a ‘polymorph’ in human form.

It is said that dragons in fantasy often have different personalities or properties depending on the color of their scales.

However, there is no exact information because he has never been witnessed in the game until he turns into a dragon.

However, judging from his blond hair in human form, it was inferred to be a ‘gold dragon’.

Anyway, he was enjoying a lot of ‘play’ as a dragon right now.

Mayor of a small village.

For a modern human being, it feels like playing a village management game.

“…You want to make a sword, right?”

Dedros, who put the bottle down on the table with a satisfied expression, goes straight to the point.

You might say that a dragon is a blacksmith, but he creates a urethra with ‘Dragon Breath’, which has enough heat to melt vampiric iron.

The purpose of making a urethra for a mere human being as a dragon is also a kind of amusement.

This is the story of the urethra that has not been properly sealed, but if the urethra is not handled properly, the user will be swallowed by the demon.

Seeing such foolish humans being eaten by demons was a pleasant pastime for him, so he made him a urethra.

In addition, he had such a temperament as an artist that he even set up a workshop, so he treated the yodo as his own wonderful work.

I hope that his unique artistic sense can be applied to me without being picky.

“Do you have the confidence not to be swallowed up by the power of the yodo…? …I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve had a conversation as a blacksmith, so my tone seems to be going back and forth.”

Daedroth shook his head as he touched his head. It seems to be the influence of living transforming into various people for a long time.

“It’s okay. Then, would you like to have a comfortable conversation as the village chief?”

“Yeah, that’ll be fine… so have you prepared all the ingredients?”

It was a bit difficult to adapt to his voice and way of speaking, which change in an instant, but I just need to make it well.

Judging from his positive attitude, the items he has prepared seem to have had a considerable effect.

I was about to unpack my backpack for the Daedroth looking for materials.

Then he holds my arm and says.

“Hmm… It’s a little different here, let’s go down to the basement.”

After saying that, he picked up a candlestick that was nearby, and continued to lead the way.

I followed him through a secret passageway and started down a dark staircase.

A round staircase led us down deep underground.

“It must be uncomfortable, but you walk quite well. I’ve seen someone like you before.”

Daedroth, who leaned on the candlestick and slowly descended the stairs, spoke.

“Are you like me?”

“That man, like you, was a person who had his eyes covered with bandages. He walked well… he fought well. Well, he was a martial artist… so he’s different from you who handles a sword.”

Daedroth said that as he stopped going down the stairs and glanced at me.

“Even though my memory is hazy since it was a person from hundreds of years ago, I still remember talking about ‘sound waves’ and ‘resonance’. Anyway, do you have similar skills?”

“Aha… I also said ‘feeling’… I think it’s probably a similar feeling.”

In hundreds of years, there would have been at least one such person.

Rather, my existence might not seem so strange to such a Daedroth.

“The funniest thing is that the name of the deadly skill that the man has honed his whole life is ‘Dragon’s Wrath’. He didn’t even know that there was a real dragon right in front of his eyes…”

Daedroth swallowed the laughter that leaked out, finished the chat, and opened the door at the end of the stairs.

[ …was it a dragon? ]

After hearing the conversation between me and Daedroth, Sierra finally identified her identity.

“Welcome to ‘Breath Workshop’.”

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Upon entering the room according to his introduction, scenes unfold that are hard to believe are in the basement.

It looked like a professional workshop.

I don’t know the name, but there were a lot of tools that could be found in a forge in the game.

When I first stepped into this breathing workshop in the game, I didn’t really feel it, but when I went down the long stairs myself, I felt a little more mysterious.

“Even though I had a bit of trouble connecting it to the chimney… You may not notice it, but it’s a nice place in its own right.”

Daedroth stands in the middle of the workshop, raising both arms and showing off his style.

Judging from the mansion’s interior and current gestures, it seems that he has a personality that likes to show off.

“Let’s see the ingredients.”

I unpacked my backpack and showed the materials to the Daedroth who approached me.

“Hmm, Vampiric Iron is a pretty good quality… Let’s see… These petals… I’m sure it will be of great help in stopping Yogi.”

Daedroth examines the ingredients I prepared here and there.

“Other things are good enough. But I’ve been seeing lumps of Yogi flying around since earlier… Where’s the ‘stuff’?”

He was talking about an item containing the most important soul memories in Yodo.

Like his reaction in front of the door, even if Sierra’s form is not fully visible, it seems that Yogi is walking around in a group.

I took out Sierra’s pendant from my chest and handed it to him.

“You’re spewing out so much Yogi, did you carry this in your arms all this time…?”

After accepting the pendant, Daedroth’s face hardened seriously and asked me.

“…is there something wrong?”

“A yogi of this level… It’s not strange if it’s hard on your health. But judging from your reaction, it seems like there’s nothing like that at all.”

“…”

In the game, the player had a warehouse in another space called the inventory… He might not have said much, but from what he said, it seemed right that the current situation was unusual.

[ …to treat the original woman like a curse or a monster! The original woman never harms the disciple. ]

Sierra whined and pointed at Daedroth, who couldn’t hear her voice, and then went into the pendant.

“Are you able to talk to the spirits…?”

Deedros, who had been watching me from a while ago, spoke to me in a meaningful tone, as if it were a very important issue.

Maybe he was able to notice it because he had been dealing with the urethra for a long time.

As soon as I heard his question, I was perplexed.

“…little bit?”