Fun Territory Defense Chapter 124 (Patreon)

Dwarven Soul

Habel's sudden statement startled the same dwarves more than us, as they rolled their eyes.

"Habel?

"What are you going to do about the Orihalcum ore?"

Turning back to the panicked dwarves, Habel kneels and bows his head. The dwarves gasp as Habel gets down on his knees.

"I'm sorry! I know it was selfish of me! But I want to create this weapon with my own hands! I would like to strike it with my own hammer, the supreme weapon...!"

It was truly a cry of the soul. The dwarves looked at Habel with their heads bowed, unable to say anything at the blood-curdling cry.

"...I see."

"Habel is going to bury his bones here..."

The dwarves began to say something that seemed to acknowledge Habel's resolve. However, their expressions darken.

"But that doesn't change the fact that we still have to find the Orihalcum ore."

"It's quite dangerous to enter the mountains of another country when Habel, who is the most skilled, is gone."

"I don't know..."

The dwarves looked at each other and had such a conversation. Seeing this, I raised one hand.

"...Well, how soon do you need the Orihalcum ore? From what you said earlier, it sounds like you're in an urgent rush?"

I asked, and the dwarf in the back nodded.

"Normally, it can be prepared by the time the king becomes sixty years old. But this time, after two years of searching, we haven't found any, and he will soon be sixty years old."

"I see. It is difficult to blacksmith when you are over sixty years old, isn't it? I wonder if it's physically demanding."

The dwarves nodded in agreement, but they all shook their heads left and right.

"No, this time it is Rubol, the best blacksmith of the Dwarves, who will use Orihalcum to make weapons. I can't say it out loud, but this generation of kings is not the best blacksmith..."

"The previous generation was named among the five craftsmen..."

And then the voices of the dwarves become quieter. Habel clucked his tongue at that and punched the ground.

"You ain't enthusiastic enough, enthusiasm! The previous Kings were always in the five arts. But the current king only makes swords, and his handling of Mithril is still inadequate."

Sitting on the ground, Habel complains. Apparently, everyone, big and small, was dissatisfied with the king.

This could be an opportunity. It may be inappropriate, but a Dwarven blacksmith is coming to town. Something must be done. Rango, who had been watching the proceedings with his hands clasped in prayer, nodded his head, his eyes shining.

"That's tough. If you could wait a month or two in this town, I think we can get the Orihalcum ore, but you don't have time, do you?"

When I said that as a test, Habel and the others turned around as if they were about to make a sound.

"A month?"

"Really?"

I nodded to Habel and the others, who were so surprised that their eyeballs were about to pop out of their heads, and lightly tapped the twin swords I kept in my hand.

"We are rich in resources, so we receive Orihalcum from time to time. I gave one to His Majesty the King, but I have also already made several Orihalcum weapons."

Habel and the others are stunned, then look at each other and open their mouths.

"Orihalcum all by yourself?"

"You saw that earlier, maybe even Orihalcum won't take that long."

"No, but... it would be hard to believe that Orihalcum ore is that easy to get."

A discussion among the dwarves takes place in a voice that is too loud to be called a private conversation.

"I actually can't believe that it was not a dwarf who struck that Orihalcum weapon, even if it's in front of me."

Habel remarks, as if in a fit of frustration, and the other dwarves raise their eyebrows.

"...Yes, of course. Besides, I dived into the dungeon, but it seems difficult to discover Orihalcum on your own."

"Ah. I don't know if I'll ever find it again, even if we search in another place. Then I guess we can wait a month or two."

And after that exchange, Habel and the others turned around to look at us. Then the dwarf standing behind Habel opens his mouth as he looks at me.

"...We'll need to return in a couple of months. So, we would like to stay here for a while, and the Orihalcum ore will be ten white gold coins per stone as determined by the guild of commerce."

With that being said, I do a quick calculation in my head. The size of one stone is approximately 5 cm in diameter. If you go to a guild or a Chamber of Commerce, they have scales, so I can check the weight.

However, if the amount they need should be enough to make a weapon, they will probably need 10 stones. That would amount to a hundred platinum coins. That's the same amount of money as if he had killed a large dragon.

I was tempted to say yes right away, but I showed one stone to the dwarves first.

"I am not familiar with the price of Orihalcum, so I will check with my butler. Now, before we go any further, I'd like to introduce the dwarves to a good inn where they can stay. It was just built, and it's a beautiful inn."

I smiled as I said this, and Habel and the others nodded their heads while blinking their eyes.