Old Man Is Really Not Bad
Translator: Lonelytree
He stood at the entrance of the third floor.
An Kai saw the ball rolling to his feet.
It carried the sub-profession [Blacksmith].
He had to admit that he was a little too prejudiced when he spoke about [Blacksmith].
When the 'top' quality skill appeared in front of him, An Kai did not even think about it and chose to agree.
[I'm willing to learn!]
In an instant, the ball by An Kai's feet turned into powder.
A special energy enveloped the forging table in the middle of the third floor.
The powder scattered, and a white-haired old man whose face could not be seen clearly appeared.
[Forge Master is teaching.]
Next to the forging table, the old man held a pure black hammer in his hand and pressed it against something that looked like an iron block. He used all his strength and smashed the hammer down.
As the hammer fell, the metal piece instantly disappeared. A flash of light turned into a sharp knife.