The Re Write Anubis God System
CHAPTER 26
With the child guard open, he placed the dagger in front of him preparing to stab him in the heart, he felt that in the end this foolish struggle was finished that he would get the money he promised. He could already imagine the drinks and the woman he could pay using them.
Never had he imagined his last move being interrupted, something had hit his leg and left him unbalanced, by the time his brain knew what was happening, he was already too close, too unbalanced to maneuver. The last thing he saw was the metallic glint of the child's sword.
After he cut off the head of the first attacker, Lucas quickly stood between Elea and where the archer was, intending to protect her but when he looked up, the archer was already nowhere to be seen.
In the distance he could hear the metal clink of the guard, suddenly feeling his legs become soft, he dropped himself onto his back and let out a sigh of relief.
“Good throw buddy, you really saved me there,” Lucas said as he turned to look at his side. There Elea lay wet with blood while weakly raising her hand giving a thumbs up.
“How are you hurt?” Elea smacked her lips to answer her question. “I understand, good then.” He does not need a detailed explanation because he has got it, one word ‘enak’.
Why so? Because the potions they had were not as ordinary. The usual kind would taste bitter but what they got from their crazy friend's alchemy tasted like apple juice.
“Should we share with children in hiding?” Hearing this Elea, raise one hand and put it back down, do what you want. . . Well I'll share it, the drawers in their room are full of them.
“I want to know how things are now ..” His mumble was drowned by the voice of the guard captain who gave orders to the troops.
* Clang clang clang *
“Hit harder, Put your spine into it!”
* Clang clang clang *
“Stop being a bouncer, even my grandmother can strike harder than you!”
. . . Some may wonder what is going on here so I will give a brief explanation, once we arrive at a crowded market of buyers, he said, we were greeted with the sight of many people buying or browsing through equipment or weapons
Our guide, Mahatma, then took us back to the workshop. There were stocky dwarves and the average human with short golden brown hair was over watching everyone work.
When he noticed us (or I should say Mr. Leo) he greeted us with a bright smile, after a long chat with Mr. Leo he asked me about who I was to him after getting answers and some details that I couldn't hear because of the hammering sound, he said, he looked at me from top to bottom before pointing at me and declaring that I was weak.
I know I'm weak, but spitting it in your face will still annoy people and because so many ears are listening, he said, I denied his claim only to him who challenged me who at that time I did not know was a trap, I said I would accept whatever challenge he would throw at me.
And it led us to where we are today, after giving me a book called “introduction workshop for idiots” he gave me an hour to remember its contents, he said, actually more than enough.
Finishing the book, I acquired three new skills, as these are hard to explain, let me just give you system information.
– Smithery Lv1 (0/100) –
Type: passive
Effect:
) Increase effectiveness during forging by 10%
) Improve the quality of finished products by 5%
Description:
One must have the skills for each to forge a blacksmith.
– Metallurgy –
Type: passive
Effect:
) Increase the durability of the metal made by 20%
) Improve the quality of metal created by 20%
Remarks:
A must have skill for any blacksmith to kiss.
– Fiddling Lv1 (0/1000) –
Type: passive
Effect:
) Increase effectiveness during repairing or maintaining goods or equipment by 25%
) Reduce the chance of failure during item creation by 35%
) 3% chance to give random effect on items during creation
Description:
An unusual skill possessed by a blacksmith.
I was quite happy with this skill before I had to sit here in front of the workshop and the anvil, hammering metal after metal, knife after knife without a break for hours.
Several times I gave a look pleading for help to my teacher, but she just gave me a smile and said “do the best” as a boost.
“I said hit harder, you idiot!”
‘Guru. . . You win ‘
with that unspeakable question, he continued to bang with his full strength which seemed to never be enough for several hours to end.
