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Chapter 9 - Barracks (start)

Rumont, Feivel as well as Nick originally agreed on adventuring together 3 days later. However, because Nick fell short of expectations, it was continued to be delayed.

They needed to organise weapons, since there were going to be risks. The next day, Rumont went to the blacksmiths. The town was in fact really small, it only took a short walk of 5 minutes to reach.

Arriving at the blacksmith entrance, Rumont did not enter, instead, he sighted a youth.

“Rolak! “ he waved.

Rolak with a black eye, hesitated, slowly coming over: “Rumont, the atmosphere around you isn’t half bad. “

Although he seemed tranquility, however, he had a manner about within his eyes, leaking out an unsuppressable envy.

Rumont silently smiled. He had remember, Rolak was considered Rumont’s friend in this town, the two were extremely similar, in thoughts and mannerisms.

Rolak was 15 years old, was the town’s blacksmith, Vyell’s, son. He looked skinny and weak, his appearance was delicate, a touch pale, his eyes were deep and gloomy. If he were to wear better clothings, he would be mistaken for an aristocrat. His height was that of a medium sized adult.

The thin, weak Rolak evidently did not look suitable for the profession of a blacksmith.

Times past Rumont did not notice, however, the present Rumont, once he a.n.a.lyzed his memories, could clearly understand a lot more of the situation.

Old Vyell had considered his son to be a nuisance. Not only was Rolak c.u.mbersome for the family, but it was also because he himself was strong, robust, rough and illiterate. As a result, Rolak’s warm appearance, and innately elegant middle cla.s.s type elegance, caused Vyell to be especially unable to cope with the sight of him. Even more so was that he could not endure Rolak’s love of secretly learning and studying.

This, in actual fact was a type of jealousy and hatred. In his livelihood, he had been pushed around, thus he unconsciously took it out on his son.

Past Rumont, also had the same experiences. As a result, the two were bullied quite often from the youngfolk of the town. They endured a few years with great effort of bullying like this.

Yet at present, Rumont, his friend, had already become a student of a druid. Rolak was unable to contain his envy and depression!

Rumont smiled: “Rolak, inside the shrine, I saw a few magic introductory books, if later I go there for work, I’ll help you borrow them out, do you want to read them? “

Rolak was dazed as he heard, he hesitated a touch, eventually saying: “Yes!”

Rolak, had an extremely rare eidetic memory, any book that he had read, he was able to freely recite. It was an innate skill of intelligence. This was considered, even by a sorcerer’s standards, to be ill.u.s.trious.

This outstanding innate skill was a special gift. Yet, this special gift was incompatible with the giftee, it only brought about suffering and setbacks.

Rolak had read quite a few books, one morning he realized, he wanted to become of the n.o.bility. A beautiful, favoured, rich n.o.ble, then everyone would show him appreciation.

However, this was to hope in vain, as in comparison to reality, he had more suffering because of his mighty innate skill. If he didn’t have the opportunity, he would be buried among the gra.s.s, so much so that he could be compared to the common gra.s.s, only withering away faster.

“Mm, good, I’ll go bring it for you. “ Rumont laughed: “I want to see your dad, I want him to make a sword. I need this sword for practice, as currently I’m under the tutelage of Lieutenant Richard. “

He was a druid yet at the same time as his secondary, he studied a bit of martial arts.

Rolak agreed in response, leading him the way in, after a short while, they arrived in front of a shop store.

Inside, clamouring sounds of clink clank could be heard.

“Rolak, go out and play. “ a palm shortly arrived at the doorway. Originally Rolak already had a black eye, he now spotted an imprint of five fingers: “you useless piece, if you were even half of your older brother, it would be good. “

The one that attacked, was the blacksmith's hardworking Old Vyell. He was busy working hard, as he saw his younger son come in, he felt an unknown anger arise, a palm had slapped him out.

According to Rumont’s sharp vision, he was immersing himself in his work. After Old Vyell, what came out was almost an exact copy,his oldest son, thick and strong, he relaxedly let out a smug expression.

A moment later, the old blacksmith saw Rumont, he promptly put out a smiling expression: “Oh, it’s young Rumont eh, come, have a seat. “

Rumont scratched his head, immediately had the impression that this old blacksmith, from within his memories, had once slapped him.

However, at present, the old blacksmith’s face was full of cordiality, you could even go as far to say there was a trace of flattering.

“Uncle Vyell, I want to study some martial arts under Lieutenant Richard. I need an iron sword, please, of these dimensions. He said, I needed a sword if I’m to follow him. The army storage at the shrine doesn’t have any suitable for me. “ Rumont laughingly spoke.

A druid was not suitable in using metallic armour, because metallic armour could weaken the druid’s responses to nature’s energy. At the same time, a few weapons, being divine, were not made of metal, but were made of equivalent hardness to metal, perhaps even superior to metal, type of materials, that were rarely seen; magical items. Common druids weren’t capable of owning them. If a druid was unable to even use a metallic weapon, they might as well hang themselves.

Wielding a wooden rod to battle?

It could be said that there was no such joke on this world. Fortunately, this world’s druids weren’t like this.

“Oh, this is Lieutenant Richard’s ideas? Be at ease. This Old Vyell, will use his all to create it. How many days do you need it by? “

“Uncle Vyell, how much time would you need? “