You Have Been Invited to the Auction House of the Gods - Chapter 117
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117
“Hey, you crazy bastard! I don’t know how to make missiles!”
A booming voice echoed from the center of the blacksmith workshop.
That voice was filled with complex emotions – bewilderment, disbelief, and the sentiment that he’d never seen such a crazy person in his entire life.
“In my entire life of blacksmithing, this is the first time someone’s brought me missile blueprints.”
“Can’t you just make the parts and assemble them?”
Hae-in looked at me with a contemptuous expression.
“I had a feeling.”
“That feeling can freeze to death.”
Hae-in sharply turned his head and began hammering again.
I know too.
I know asking a blacksmith to make missiles is crazy talk.
I really just asked on the off chance.
But Hae-in isn’t just any ordinary blacksmith.
Isn’t he the sole apostle of Forge That Tempers Fire, A.K.A Hephaestus, the blacksmith god?
He makes weapons that can call down lightning from the sky, so I couldn’t understand why missiles would be impossible.
“No, logically speaking, if you have missile blueprints, you should go to a defense industry company. Why the hell are you coming to a blacksmith workshop?”
Getting heated while hammering, Hae-in shouted.
Right.
That’s logically the correct thing to say.
But if I go to a defense industry company like Hae-in says, it would create international problems.
It might be different if Asin developed it internally…
But I can’t exactly turn Asin into a defense industry company just to put missiles on porter carts, can I?
This was truly a matter of subtle but crucial differences.
Developing upgrades for supply transport vehicles in Ashin was one thing,
but commissioning Ashin to develop missiles was something entirely different.
‘I’d be lucky if they don’t arrest me under the National Security Act.’
I looked down at the blueprint in my hands.
‘It’s a white elephant.’
It might be better to just look for Golden Incense instead.
‘Or maybe I should try contacting the developer of the Universal Cart?’
Just as I was pondering this,
the furnace suddenly erupted with a powerful vibration—whooom—as red flames exploded upward.
“Argh! Now even the Old Master is coming to torment me!”
Hae-in brought down his hammer as if having a fit.
A familiar silhouette appeared within the rising flames.
“Forge That Tempers Fire?”
“Hae-in, you fool, did I teach you to start by telling visitors to the blacksmith workshop that you can’t do something?”
“You sent down a Divine Oracle just to say that?”
Hae-in approached the furnace with an incredulous expression.
‘Oh, so that’s what a Divine Oracle is?’
“You little brat. How is this ‘just’ anything?”
“What else would you call defending some lunatic who came to a blacksmith workshop asking for missiles?”
Hae-in was already holding a water ladle.
There was no way ordinary water could extinguish flames blessed with a Divine Oracle.
There’s no way Hae-in wouldn’t know that.
The water in his hands wasn’t ordinary water.
‘It looks like the water used for quenching…’
Strangely, a faint mana was flowing through the water.
After confirming this, Forge That Tempers Fire asked me for help.
“Nobody, Nobody! You try to stop him!”
“I’d like to, but I’m not the owner of this blacksmith workshop.”
Seeing Hae-in’s sharp glare, it seemed like if I helped, I’d just get caught in the crossfire.
After all, a nearby fist is scarier than distant law.
“Let’s end our conversation here for today.”
With those words, Hae-in poured the water directly over the furnace.
The moment steam began rising,
“Nobody! I’ll tell you the manufacturing method for the weapon you need!”
Forge That Tempers Fire cried out desperately.
But it was impossible to gather spilled water.
With a hissing sound, white steam filled the entire blacksmith workshop.
When the steam cleared, Forge That Tempers Fire let out a sigh of relief from within the unextinguished flames.
A Curtain of Karmic Fire was covering the furnace.
“Phew… I thought I was going to die.”
“How could a god die so easily?”
“It reminded me of the trauma from when I fell from the sky.”
A brief silence passed.
“So what exactly is that?”
Forge That Tempers Fire seemed embarrassed as he cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
“Ahem! Have you been farming lately?”
“I’m a Porter, not a farmer.”
“No, you recently purchased an agricultural text.”
“…”
‘How does this old man know I won the bid for Nongsa Jikseol?’
“Looking at your expression, I’m right.”
“… What does that have to do with anything?”
“It has everything to do with it. Why wouldn’t it?”
I snatched the water ladle from Hae-in’s hands.
“We’re both busy, so let’s get to the point.”
“Tsk tsk. You’re no different from my one and only disciple.”
“The point.”
I held the water ladle closer to the flames.
When the slightly overflowing water touched the flames, it made a hissing sound and evaporated instantly.
“To be precise… the neighboring farmer who created the agricultural text told me about it.”
“Your network is broader than I thought.”
“He often asked me to make Divine Power items, so I helped him out a few times when I had nothing else to do.”
There was only one person who fit the description of the farmer Forge That Tempers Fire mentioned.
The compiler of Agricultural Treatise, King Sejong.
He must be referring to him.
Forge That Tempers Fire continued speaking.
“It’s not a missile, it’s a cannon blueprint that fellow made. The name is… Sin, Sin…”
“Singijon.”
“Right, Singijon. Well, it’s probably quite different from what you’re thinking though.”
‘Singijon…’
Come to think of it, Forge That Tempers Fire could easily mistake Singijon for a missile.
If it’s a rocket-propelled arrow weapon with explosives attached to the arrowhead, wouldn’t it be perfectly reasonable to call it a missile?
Moreover, with more advanced technology and Forge That Tempers Fire’s craftsmanship added to it, how powerful would it have been?
“In all my years, I’ve never even imagined such artillery. If we’d had that back then, it would have changed the entire nature of warfare.”
‘So that’s why Hae-in said what he did when I refused?’
His master Bulbyeoru had created a propulsion rocket weapon for bombing strongholds, so there was no reason his disciple Haein couldn’t make one too.
“Please put it up for auction at Golden Fragrance. I’ll pay a generous price for it.”
What’s a little gold compared to getting your hands on the blueprints of King Sejong’s improved rocket artillery?
How much gold had I raked in with the Agricultural Treatise?
Besides, if it was gold going into the Great King’s pocket, I wouldn’t regret a single piece.
Besides, if it was gold going into His Majesty’s pocket, not a single piece would be wasted.
“Well… sorry, but I don’t have it.”
“Um… sorry, but I don’t have that.”
“Ah, that friend doesn’t have it either.”
“Oh, that friend doesn’t have it either.”
“Then who has it?”
“Then who has it?”
Forge That Tempers Fire’s words were as follows.
“The truth is…”
This is what Bulbyeoru said.
The blueprint had already been sent down as a reward for some dungeon, he said.
And that was done directly by the Great King himself.
King Sejong wanted the manufacturing method of the Divine Machine Arrow that he had modified to reach the hands of descendants who needed it.
However, because the power of the Improved Divine Machine Arrow was so strong, he wanted it to fall into the hands of someone qualified.
So the method he came up with was a dungeon.
He created a dungeon and arranged it so that only those who passed through its trials could obtain the Divine Machine Arrow Manufacturing Method.
The fact that it was in a dungeon wasn’t much of a problem.
Honestly, how many dungeons would there be that I couldn’t clear?
Just a few days ago, I had cleared the Giant Tribe Dungeon and returned to the country.
“So where is that dungeon?”
Strike while the iron is hot.
Since it had come up anyway, I was planning to finish it today.
But I couldn’t help but be flustered by the dungeon that came out of Forge That Tempers Fire’s mouth.
“Really there?”
That was understandable since that place was a tourist destination.
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Near Namgo Fortress in Jeonju, Jeollabuk-do.
There was definitely a sign indicating an uncleared dungeon, but in front of its entrance, it was bustling with tourists.
‘Does it make sense to have to do an opening run for a dungeon?’
It was the early time of 8:30 AM.
Even though it wasn’t dungeon opening time yet, there was already a long waiting line formed in front of it.
Honestly, from a Hunter’s perspective, it was a scene that caused cognitive dissonance,
but in front of this dungeon, even being a Hunter didn’t allow me to cut in line.
Reluctantly, I joined the waiting line for the dungeon opening run.
‘At least the air is nice though.’
Was it because this was a dungeon located near the fortress?
The fresh morning air filled my lungs completely.
This natural environment probably contributed to the dungeon’s popularity as well.
Then at 8:50, ten minutes before opening time.
In the distance, a Staff Member wearing a Joseon-style Military Uniform that resembled armor was pushing through the crowd and climbing up.
Despite having climbed the mountain path in that heavy Costume Outfit, his breathing was steady, suggesting he was quite the veteran.
Arriving at the entrance, he removed the “Close” sign hanging there and shouted loudly.
“Cannon Manufacturing Experience Dungeon, entry will now begin.”
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