Genius Blacksmith’s Game - Chapter 118
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The Genius Blacksmith’s Game
The Genius Blacksmith’s Game
The Small World Tree (1)
The Small World Tree (1)
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”
The priest who came out of the door couldn’t bear to look Ben in the eyes as he spoke.
“It seems he will lose his sight forever. Lord Prak will not be able to see the world from now on.”
Priests.
Those who could heal by receiving sacred power from the gods. But they were not omnipotent.
“The wounds were too deep when he arrived, and it seems his nerves were damaged. It was also too late.”
The knights’ duel.
Through the special power of mages, even when reaching the moment of death, only 1% HP would remain, preventing death.
Ben assessed the situation.
The dragon that the man called Hyeon had wielded. And the dismantling of the plate armor that had wrapped around his chest.
The damage Prak had suffered from that was actually greater than death itself.
But the mages’ power had protected him.
“…As long as he’s alive, that’s what matters.”
This incident changed Ben’s attitude toward Prak.
Though he was a cantankerous old man, Ben remembered the loyalty Prak had shown and belatedly realized how precious he was.
Even if he had lost his sight, he would still keep him by his side.
Ben soon returned to the audience chamber.
Upon entering the audience chamber, his confidant and the kingdom’s strategist Pan began to speak.
“Your Majesty, at the border…”
“Don’t speak of that.”
“…Yes.”
Ben still didn’t regret having stepped back from the border.
“Two letters have arrived.”
As expected.
These letters would be from the Goyard Kingdom.
“The first letter is short. I shall read this one first.”
Pan, holding both ends of the unfolded letter, spoke.
“‘How absurd.'”
Ben let out a hollow laugh.
“Is that the end?”
“Yes.”
It was unavoidable due to Prak’s urgent state of mind at the time.
Barad’s reaction was understandable.
However, the first letter itself didn’t contain the words ‘return Hyeon to us.’
‘He intended to send him to me from the beginning.’
The second letter was read aloud.
The second letter contained important content.
It was about negotiations.
A small war gave the power to make the first proposal in these negotiations, and this was greater than expected.
“…Therefore, we wish to send Blacksmith Hyeon as a negotiator for the Goyard Kingdom. Please treat him well.”
Ben organized the negotiation content he was proposing.
Negotiations between the two kingdoms stemmed from what each side wanted from the other.
War ultimately breaks out when one country wants something that another country has.
However, neither king was virtuous enough to make such a decision.
First negotiation point.
The Goyard Kingdom wants to get back the prisoners captured by the Praham Kingdom.
Second.
The Goyard Kingdom wishes to purchase blacksmithing materials held by the Praham Kingdom.
‘How bold.’
Setting aside the second point, the first essentially meant walking the path of peace.
Moreover, since a negotiation proposal had come, they too had to present negotiations for what they needed.
Ben looked at strategist Pan.
“For the second negotiation point, I think it would be good to do this. Instead of agreeing to export materials, our side wants Goyard’s excellent swordsmanship.”
“We want their swordsmanship.”
Ben agreed as well.
The Goyard Kingdom was a nation of swords, and the Praham Kingdom’s soldiers had inferior swordsmanship skills compared to other kingdoms.
“A way to make this negotiation difficult would be something like this. Send instructors to teach swordsmanship, and we’ll send prisoners in proportion to how much those instructors improve our soldiers.”
Pan smiled cunningly.
“However, we don’t want knights to come. We’re concerned for my safety.”
It was close to wordplay.
We want to learn swordsmanship, but don’t send knights.
In other words, an attempt to sabotage the negotiation rights themselves.
“In this situation, if they send instructor soldiers, we can send them to the Cradle of Hell.”
“Hehe.”
Though Pan was his retainer, Ben admired the man’s cleverness.
The Cradle of Hell.
That was the training ground for the Praham Kingdom’s elite soldiers.
The average soldier’s level was 200.
But the average level of soldiers there reached 240.
What would happen if instructor soldiers went there?
“And regarding the first negotiation about prisoners…”
Pan knew Ben’s character well.
Ben had personally brought Blacksmith Hyeon.
This alone was quite remarkable.
It meant he acknowledged that Hyeon was impressive enough to be used in negotiations.
But that was as far as it went.
“We can mention the formula for something that seems impossible to make, as we discussed before.”
The Goyard Kingdom’s second negotiation point depended on the instructor soldiers.
The center of the first negotiation point was Blacksmith Hyeon.
“So that’s why you brought him before the small World Tree.”
Ben nodded.
Something that seems impossible to make.
Or presenting a task that seems impossible to accomplish.
“Reviving the dying small World Tree is something no one has ever accomplished. If he can bring it back to life, I’ll give him the right to use the small World Tree as well.”
Pan said nothing about this.
His Majesty Ben also had the tendency to give back as much as he received.
However, Pan let out a hollow laugh at those words.
‘The small World Tree is a tree that can never come back to life in this land.’
And a letter containing the Praham Kingdom’s demands flew up.
When time passed, a reply came.
Pan showed a slightly surprised expression.
“They say they’ll agree to everything. They’re sending five soldiers.”
Ben showed a puzzled expression at how readily they agreed.
At that moment.
“Your Majesty, Lord Prak has awakened.”
Ben moved his steps upon hearing that his disciple had awakened.
***
[You have witnessed a legendary material. Small World Tree.]
[You gain 100 Fame.]
Hyeon-su, awakening from his distant consciousness, showed a surprised expression.
His body, which seemed unable to move, had recovered.
Users and NPCs have self-healing abilities.
This self-healing ability varies in speed depending on artifacts, skills, and such.
Hyeon-su’s wounds seemed like they would take quite a long time to self-recover considering the time that had passed.
‘Is it thanks to the Small World Tree?’
Hyeon-su took in the Small World Tree before his eyes.
However, its appearance was strange, making him furrow his brow.
A massive garden that seemed like three decent-sized sports fields combined.
In front of it, he could see a withering Small World Tree, and all the plants around it were already dried and twisted.
But its size was tremendously vast.
Its height reached 20 meters, towering high as if piercing the sky and majestic.
Hyeon-su moved his steps to see the Small World Tree from closer.
[The Small World Tree is dying.]
[A disaster may occur due to the Small World Tree.]
[The dying Small World Tree is an unobtainable material.]
Hyeon-su walked over and placed his hand on the Small World Tree.
[Information about the Small World Tree when obtained is displayed.]
(Small World Tree)
Grade: Legendary
Restriction: Level 250 or higher Master Blacksmith
Difficulty: Supreme.
Special Abilities
·When crafting spears, penetration power increases by 97%.
·When crafting bows, critical hit rate increases by 50%.
·When crafting spears or bows, weapon weight decreases by 30%.
·Strength, Agility, Stamina increase by 20% or more.
·Attack speed increases by up to 50%.
·Durability increases to infinite.
Description: The legendary material Small World Tree. It is the most excellent compared to any other legendary materials made of wood. However, it has withered and lost its former power.
Hyeon-su had previously used the legendary ore Lowest Grade Orichalcon.
At that time, he had crafted Orichalcon Short Arrows through it.
‘Right, that was lowest grade.’
But this was clearly a material that reached intermediate level even among legendaries.
The problem was that this one was different from the one in the notification.
As stated in the description, it had withered and lost its former power.
‘How am I supposed to revive this?’
No explanatory notifications were appearing.
This seemed like something he would need to ask Ben about.
Hyeon-su left the garden.
***
Ben, who arrived at the hospital room where Prak was, couldn’t say anything.
Prak, sitting on the bed, had bandages wrapped around his eyes.
The bandages were soaked with tears that Prak had shed.
Ben had only considered Prak as a successor to inherit his legacy.
But in this small war, he learned how much Prak cared for and cherished him, and his thoughts changed.
Such Prak seemed to sense Ben’s presence and turned his gaze in that direction.
“…Your Majesty, I can’t see anything. How am I supposed to wield a spear from now on?”
Ben couldn’t answer those words.
Prak was someone who had only wielded spears his entire life.
Such a person could now never wield a spear again.
Of course, even so, Ben would keep such a Prak by his side and cherish him.
“Foolish boy… what’s so important about such a thing…”
Ben’s voice trembled slightly as he said this.
“It was a life lived holding only spears my entire existence…”
Prak’s voice pierced Ben’s heart.
“Why, why…”
And the words that followed made Ben’s heart sink.
“Why did you save me?”
“…”
Prak was only 24 years old.
Now he was someone who couldn’t do anything.
Prak thought.
Wouldn’t it have been better if he had died so gloriously and magnificently back then?
“This is the first time.”
The bandages wrapped around his eyes began to get even more soaked.
“That I’ve hated Your Majesty this much.”
Ben couldn’t say anything.
He fully understood those feelings.
However, Ben couldn’t think of a way to comfort him.
At that moment.
“Pathetic.”
At that voice, Prak stopped in anger, and Ben stopped in bewilderment.
When Ben turned his head, Hyeon-su was looking at him with a contemptuous gaze.
‘What the…?’
Ben was flustered. He was the very person responsible.
Was the person responsible now mocking Prak in this place?
No, what Ben couldn’t understand even more was his words and actions.
It was completely different from the appearance he had seen.
‘Was I originally this kind of person…?’
Sneering in front of an enemy’s despair…?’
Prak’s face contorted.
“Did you come here to mock me? Me, who was defeated by you and is now in such despair!?”
To this, the man said.
“Saying you hate His Majesty who held you tight and rushed here to save your life – isn’t that just being an asshole?”
Ben realized.
He didn’t come to mock.
‘Sometimes direct words can be comforting.’
Yes, the man was offering that kind of comfort.
Shocked by those words, Prak looked toward where the king should be and his lips trembled.
‘His Majesty came to save me…’
He held me and ran.
The king of a nation.
But Ben shook his head.
‘That’s wrong.’
This wasn’t a problem that could be solved with that level of comfort.
Saying such things to someone who had permanently lost their sight wouldn’t change anything.
Hyeon-su’s approach was wrong.
No matter what method he used here, there was no way to change his heart…
“Protect me.”
At that moment, Prak couldn’t understand the meaning of those words.
Was he telling him, who had completely lost his sight, to protect His Majesty?
“I’ll buy you a meal later.”
Then, Hyeon-su, who had walked in front of him, took out a potion bottle.
Pop-
‘Troll’s blood?’
Ben wore a puzzled expression.
Troll’s blood, said to possess regenerative power, was a rare item.
But even troll’s blood couldn’t do anything about wounds that caused permanent damage like this.
However, what he said after opening the potion bottle soon shocked Ben.
“It’s the Giant King’s blood. It regenerates and heals any wound. It can only be used once, and I’ll use it on you.”
Trickle-
The flowing green liquid settled into his eyes.
Hissss-
Smoke rose as Prak’s vision began returning at an impossibly fast speed.
And Hyeon-su said with a bitter smile.
“Don’t break.”
Prak, who had regained his sight, began crying even harder as he watched Hyeon-su walking away.
‘Why?’
But there was something Ben couldn’t understand.
The Giant King’s blood was far too precious.
Wasn’t it something that could only be used once?
‘Prak was his enemy.’
But was it valuable enough work to use that on him?
Then cold sweat ran down Ben’s back.
At this age, sometimes you can see futures that won’t come to pass.
They appear like visions.
The blacksmith who had become king would face great danger someday.
A moment would come when he would kneel and despair like Prak now.
Then he saw another king arriving with soldiers to the despairing man.
It was the figure of a second Blue Sky Prak, older than now.
That day, Prak would smile and extend his hand to him.
Ben understood.
‘It was something even Barad and I couldn’t accomplish.’
It was two legends joining together.
That evening.
“I can’t eat with you. This is for the meal.”
[You have obtained 100,000 gold.]
100 million won in Korean currency.
‘What kind of meal costs 100 million…?’
Hyeon-su chuckled and Prak spoke before leaving.
“Thank you for using the Giant King’s blood, which can only be used once, for me.”
Prak bowed his head in gratitude.
[Your intimacy with Prak has reached MAX.]
After he left, Hyeon-su took out a potion bottle and looked at it.
‘Hehe.’
[This is the Giant King’s blood.]
[Used once out of three total uses, two remain.]
It was a truth that only Hyeon-su would keep forever.
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Mara55
He such a troll. Lol