Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of hammer clanging against metal resounded throughout the whole Goibniu familia workshop district.
A young man could be seen running and weaving through crowds as he clutched a sword.
Soon he reached his destination—a specific forge.
"Lord Goibniu…!"
"What is it!?"
The door to the forgery was shoved open by a younger male.
Inside, a short old man with long white hair and silver beard could be seen sitting, inspecting a sword he was polishing.
This man was Goibniu, the irish smithing god and the patron god of the Goibniu familia.
He grumpily turned to face the young man who entered his forge abruptly.
"What is it?" Quick and straight to the point, he asked.
"Take a look at this, lord Goibniu!!"
Frantically, the young man quickly ran up to god and shoved a sword in his face.
"Wai—hold on a minute!" Goibniu said, trying to push the young man and create a little distance.
Once that's achieved, he took a deep breath as he steaded himself.
"Now what is it you want to show me? Give it here."
The young man quickly gave him the sword he had, allowing the god to begin inspecting it.
Goibniu slowly inspected the sheath sword in his hand, its weight tested, as his fingers brushed over the smooth, dark scabbard.
The scabbard itself was flawless to the touch, interrupted only by ornate golden dragon motifs in the middle and on either end.
"The craftsmanship on this sheath is flawless. Any better and I would call it a waste of effort."
He couldn't help but compliment.
His fingers traced the detailing with a thumb, noting the craftsmanship, and paused…
There was no doubt in his mind.
A sharp, refined blade waited inside.
"Hurry up and pull the sword out!" The young man urged him.
Quite eager for his patron god to see the sword and to hear his criticism of the blade itself.
"Could you wait," Goibniu grunted. "I'm admiring the craftsmanship."
Once he was done inspecting the scabbard, his attention was then turned towards the sword's handle.
It has a black, segmented handle with a metal accent near the guard, a looped metal guard, and a decorative tassel at the pommel.
'Beautifully made… but it's purely ornamental. Maybe it's for display.'
As he held the handle firmly, he gently unsheathed the sword.
And what he saw made him freeze…
"Huh? L-lord Goibniu?" The young man nervously called out to his god.
He just saw him look at the blade and froze up.
'M-maybe something's wrong… Is the blade…bad?'
Countless thoughts ran through his mind as he began wondering if he was wrong about the sword and had bothered the old man for nothing.
That was when Goibniu finally looked up from the sword and straight at the young man.
"Where did you get this?" He questioned firmly as a sliver of divine authority slipped through.
Hearing the question coming from the god, the young man's mouth moved quickly,
"A-a young man brought it to our shop trying to sell it!"
The young man was surprised when his body moved on its own.
'This must be the god's power…'
"And is that young man still in your shop?"
"Y-yes! We haven't worked out a deal yet! I came to you straight away as soon as I saw the blade!"
The young man quickly answered, again against his own will.
"I-is there something wrong with it?" The young man began panicking. 'Am I in trouble!?'
He had never seen his patron god behave like this before and now saw that the god's new behavior is directly caused by him…
Without answering the young man, the god of smithing burst through the door and at the highest speeds possible, ran towards the shop the young man belonged to…
"Haaa…"
Now that the young man was not affected by the gods power, he slowly regained his bearings and sighed.
Before he too, sprinted after him.
…
A few minutes before the old man ran out…
Inside the blacksmith store not far away, a dark skinned young man dressed in a long-sleeve shirt, black pants, and sneakers could be seen sitting on a stool.
This person was Kaelis valeblade.
It's been 5 days since he came back from the dungeon expedition with the Loki familia and it's been another 5 days of nonstop studying of the materials.
His gains through those five days were quite satisfactory.
As his soul has successfully broken through into the ninety's territory, reaching the steady number of 92 cubes.
He had found some rare materials in his haul down on the seventeenth floor—better quality ones than his first haul.
Kaelis didn't bother going back into the Dungeon.
Spending time on every floor digging for metals sounded… boring.
Instead, he figured he'd swing by the Goibniu familia's workshop.
His collection of both weapons and materials was quite vast and wasn't exactly normal.
Metals that don't behave like metals, woods as hard as diamonds, alloys that absorb kinetic energy etc.
The list goes on—basically, stuff that would make any of this world's blacksmith's jaw drop.
And Kaelis? Well, he had no interest in keeping it all to himself.
Not when he can gain something from sharing them.
Trading or selling a few pieces here would get him materials he didn't have, plus he might get some ideas on how to make his own weapons even crazier.
He kicked back on a stool in the workshop, casually spinning a short sword on his finger tip.
It was almost funny to think about how others would react when they saw what he'd brought.
Awe, confusion, maybe a bit of bewilderment. It doesn't matter, they were all part of the fun.
The sounds of hammering and clanging echoed from the surrounding areas as he waited for the young man to come back with a verdict and a price.
He stretched his arms and leaned back, smirking.
This was going to be… entertaining.
He didn't wait long as he heard footsteps coming straight for the shop.
"Hm?" He peaked through the open door.
An old man with a long beard was running down the street with a crowd behind him.
Seconds later he burst through the door and came to halt.
"Where is he?!" the old man barked, eyes darting around the workshop like a hawk.
Kaelis raised an eyebrow, leaning back lazily.
The young man who had brought the sword earlier quickly stepped forward and pointed.
"Th-there! Sitting over there!"
The old man's gaze snapped to Kaelis in the corner, perched on a stool like he owned the place.
Without hesitation, he darted forward.
"You made this sword?!" the old man practically shouted, grabbing Kaelis by the shoulders in a mix of excitement and disbelief.
The others who followed began muttering amongst themselves.
Kaelis held up a hand, smiling faintly.
"Easy there. Slow down, wouldn't want your blood pressure to spike and knock you out."
The old man blinked, a little taken aback, but didn't let go.
Kaelis tilted his head. "By the way… who are you?"
The old man straightened, puffing his chest slightly.
"I am Goibniu. God of smiths, master of metal, patron of the Goibniu familia."
Kaelis eyebrows raised as he glanced at the God, then the sword he gave the young man earlier in Goibniu's grasp and finally at the young man standing further behind.
So he went to a God? That was unexpected.
"Ah… so the famous Goibniu, huh? Pleasure to meet you. The name's Kaelis."
Chapter 80 end.