Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 95: New Craftsman

"Okay, okay..." Shuke was obedient and immediately counted out the gold coins and handed them to Ron along with the alchemist's backpack.

Then ten minutes later, Elden's screams echoed throughout the trading post.

"Give me back my money! Give me back my backpack!" The old dwarf pointed at Ron angrily with a trembling index finger. "You are cheating! This is blackmail! Is that all?!"

"I told you all," Ron spread his hands, "it's very simple, just a piece of window paper."

The experimental operation assessment accounts for two points.

"Dean, Dean, calm down..." Shuke picked Elden up from the ground, which prevented him from bumping into Driver's knife. "Didn't you say that everything is just a layer of window paper, but without guidance, you can never break it in your lifetime..."

"You evil disciple! It turns out that it's not your money that's being spent?" Elden became even angrier. "How can you side with him?!"

"Okay, Dean, calm down, calm down," Shuke said with a smile on his face, and took the teacher to the guest room upstairs. "Take a rest first. I still need to talk to Mr. Ron about something else."

Finally, after hearing a loud "liar", peace returned to the upstairs.

"Your dean looks pretty healthy," Ron glanced at Shuke who was coming down the stairs, "but he has a pretty loud voice."

"Hey, who can say for sure about things like depigmentation?" Shuke sighed. "As a student, I can only do my best to help."

"I am the one who breached the contract. I will accept any punishment you want. I just hope that our cooperation can continue. Please rest assured that this situation will not happen again in the future."

"Since this is a business, I naturally want a bigger share," Ron waved his hand. "Don't bring him around unless it's necessary. With that mouth, he can't even survive here, let alone anywhere else."

Shuke had dealt with them before, so he knew what Ron said was true, and agreed with a wry smile.

"Are you done?" Sulina stood up. "Your dean is such a troublesome person. Look at this person I brought with me - Annie. Say hello to Lord Ron."

The little girl was indeed the one she brought with her. When she heard what Su Lina said, she quickly saluted Ron.

"Is this... the carpenter you mentioned?" Ron looked at Annie. "Warlock? Tumuxuecheng?"

"Your vision is still as sharp as ever!" Sulina flattered, "This child is from a distant relative of mine. Her ancestors had some connection with a tree spirit, and the power of magic is reflected in her."

"Maybe she's not a particularly skilled spellcaster yet, but she can definitely help you a lot!"

"Newbie," Ron nodded. "That's okay - how am I going to pay her?"

"How can I ask you to spend money? I have to pay for all her expenses."

Ron nodded with satisfaction, "That's great, welcome to Delusionland, Annie."

"And this one here..." Salovey patted the dwarf blacksmith on the shoulder, "This Rurik is my old friend. He has a hundred years of experience in forging and smelting. Any metal can be given new life in his hands!"

"But he has a strange temper, so he is not willing to forge everything." "There are three things I won't forge," the dwarf Rurik put down his wine glass, "If you agree, I will stay here, and I don't need any wages, just food and accommodation."

"I'd like to hear more about it." Ron looked him over. There was a lack of everything here, so no matter what Rurik asked for, as long as it was not excessive, he would accept it.

"First of all, I don't forge farm tools," Rurik held up a finger. "They are too simple, not worth mentioning, and a waste of time."

"Second, I don't forge weapons. Weapons are created to hurt people, and I don't like my work to be used as a weapon, so I don't forge them."

"Third, I won't forge armor. The Hammer of the Forged World teaches us to remain steadfast and tenacious in the face of disasters. Armor will weaken our feelings, so I won't forge it either."

Ron: "...So what can you forge?"

"Artwork!" A startling gleam flashed in Rurik's eyes. "I, Rurik, aspire to become a legendary craftsman! Only works of art are worthy of my forging. I can only produce the best and eternal legends!"

"For example, that one!" Rurik pointed at the Canglan Grip that Sera was carrying behind her. "That's my target! Can you please let me see it?"

Sera handed over the Canglan Grip. This was not a blacksmith shop, so there was no need to worry about the dwarf breaking it out of wantonness.

"Real Casika Ice Steel!" Rurik stroked the Grip of the Blue Tide carefully. "The orc who forged it must have been a great blacksmith for hundreds of years!"

"How can you be sure that she was created by an orc?" Sera was curious, as the dwarf didn't know the full name of the Grasp of the Blue Wave.

Rurik excitedly pointed out several places on the two-handed giant sword to Sera: "Child, look here, here, and here! Only Casica ice steel can produce such special patterns and luster during forging! Alas, it's a pity that I am too far away from there. I have only touched a small piece in all these years, and Salovey won't buy it for me."

The merchant was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Brother Rurik, do you know how expensive that piece is in our place? It's a question of whether I will buy it or not."

"But you can't guarantee that you can forge such good things every time, right?" Ron said, "Shouldn't there be a range or something?"

"The upper limit is this greatsword, and the lower limit is the breastplate worn by the half-elf." Rurik pointed at Ivy. "That is the work of the dwarves, and I am definitely better than the maker of this!"

"If I produce anything inferior to this breastplate, you will set my beard on fire!"

For a dwarf, swearing on his beard was already quite serious. Ron and the others had no choice but to believe that this dwarf blacksmith was probably as skilled as he said.

"But didn't you say you don't forge weapons and armor?" Ivy frowned.

"Yes!" Rurik nodded seriously. "I only make works of art. Salovey, please give my two samples to the half-elf lady and the priest!"

Salovey went upstairs immediately, and when he came back his whole body was clanking. The armor and shield in his hands were really heavy.

"Take it, ladies," Rurick bowed proudly, "and see if it fits you. Is it too heavy or uncomfortable? Or do you like the pattern or color?"

"This full body armor and this kite-shaped shield serve as my token of allegiance and proof of my strength."

(End of this chapter)