That kid needs help

There are many types of appraisal classes. And one of the most extraordinary things that the Dwarves, similar to the one in front of Logan, possessed. The class in question allows the owner to learn more about whatever items they need in the weapon-making process.

The abilities possessed are not limited to objects but also living things, humans, or monsters. They can learn more about the classes others have or even their skills.

With the facts, Logan knew about Fokil. He had to win the Dwarf's heart. Now or later, the blacksmithing ability of a Dwarf would be desperately needed. Because Logan had no desire to make the weapons and items he needed himself. Ka Hyun-Su was indeed a hard worker, but that was only for the things he loved, and hard work like blacksmithing was not his thing.

"I'm sorry I didn't recognize a talented dwarf like you."

"You bullshit like your father, huh?"

Fokil spat on the floor, looking disdainfully at Logan as if he was aiming at Sam.

"Like you know, I won't lie so easily in front of you when the information about the classes I have is already wide open."

Regular adventurers could only find out the grade of a class from other adventurers. But not with the Appraisal skill that Fokil had. He can also know the name of someone's class.

"So?"

Logan wanted to go on a hunt immediately. For that reason, he needed a weapon urgently.

"I just awakened my class and needed a weapon to fight. But I don't have any money, and I'll pay for it soon with the class I have. Of course it's easy for me to-"

"Enough. I don't even trust a little thing from the Evans! They are all assholes regarding matters of money."

Logan again regretted his super poor condition in this world. But he didn't worry, as it wouldn't last long, because he had every tool to become rich and powerful.

'I wish I had brought just a little of that treasure. My life will be easier."

"So, you need a dagger there?"

Stalker is a class that relies on speed. Indeed, the average user uses a dagger weapon. Maybe for that reason, Fokil guessed what kind of weapon Logan needed?

Logan nodded in response to the Dwarf's question.

Alice was still sitting quietly, questioningly. About the change in Fokil's attitude and about him saying her brother had 2 classes.

Alice felt even more curious about what Logan was hiding. She didn't expect her brother to be that cool if it was confirmed that he had two classes. Something she had never heard of before.

Fokil stood up, walking away from them. He opened a door at the far end of the room, then disappeared.

Logan tapped his finger against the dusty wooden table in front of him. He noticed Alice, who had been watching him so far with a curious face. But he ignored it on purpose. Logan held back the laughter he felt because he saw what he had done to his little sister.

The door at the end of the room opened. Fokil appears from behind the door. He got something in his hand, a blood-red dagger with a black handle. A weapon that looks beautiful to the eye.

Fokil placed the dagger on the table and pushed it close to Logan.

"Can you recognize the tier?"

Logan felt the weapon was strong enough, but he couldn't guess by the appearance alone. He shook his head.

"That dagger is from a tier 2 Monster Soul Stone."

"What?"

Even though it was only a tier 2 weapon, it was made with a tier 2 monster soul stone. It had a very high value, and also, the potential was like ten times better than a regular one.

In this world, 1 Gold can be compared to 1K USD and 1 Great Gold equals 100 Gold. So the current estimated price of the weapon in front of Logan was 2 - 5 Great Gold.

That amount of money was a value that even Ka Hyun-Su himself took quite a while to collect. Logan gulped, knowing that fact.

"It's not free."

A few beads of sweat escaped Logan's face. He longed to have the weapon in front of him. The weapon was precisely what he needed. A dagger with a soul stone inside.

"How much do I need to pay? I'll pay you twice."

"Bullshit, no wonder you are his son."

Maybe the current Logan was poor, but it was easy for him to be strong. The dwarf before him needed a little clarity on how much power he possessed.

Logan reached for the Dagger, paying attention to the layers which looked neatly done. Though faint, he felt a hiss rising from within the weapon. Something inside seemed to call to him.

Logan nodded his head, intending to borrow this weapon or buy it even if he had to raise the money he needed.

"Now get out of my workshop."

Fokil grabbed Logan by the collar, dragged him to the workshop door, throwing him out of the room. Logan staggered at the strength of the Dwarf.

'The strength of someone who is focused on blacksmithing techniques cannot be underestimated.'

Alice also came out, following her brother, running to his side. Make sure her brother was okay.

"Wait, can you tell me its ability?"

Fokil immediately closed the workshop door after Alice had also left. Leaving them both out there.

Fokil walked back to the same table, reached for a bottle of whiskey and took a sip, with his eyes again red and tears streaming down his face.

"Stupid Evans! They're just good at making promises! But not keeping them! How long should I wait until they keep their promise? Should that promise be passed on to the little boy now?"

Fokil had lived at Deadbay for quite some time, even when Sam Evans, Logan's father, was young and unmarried. Their relationship was first established for the promise that Sam also gave to the old dwarf.

"Even though the boy has the protagonist eyes like his father, he looks smarter. Not as stupid as his father!"

Fokil took another sip of the whiskey bottle in his hand. Walked to the furnace and grabbed a few sheets of paper and a pen. Putting ink and starting work. This time seemed quite exciting for him.

"That kid needs help."

***

"Stupid Dwarf, Assh…"

Logan immediately held his cursing when he realized Alice was still standing beside him.

Alice held back her laughter after seeing her brother being treated disrespectfully by her father's comrade, the Dwarf.

"So, how do you know about the power in that weapon? Is it easy to find it out yourself?"

Logan looked at his little sister, then smiled.

"Of course it's difficult! Very difficult!"

Alice frowned at Logan's words. Just when she was excited that she would finally witness her brother's new power, there was another problem they faced.

"But that's for someone else."

"Hah?"

"Not for me."

Logan was still smiling. He walked over to the small wooden chair in front of the workshop. Holding the blood-red dagger in his hand, he closed his eyes.

Darkness covered Logan's vision. He was coming back in a dark room with little light, and only two objects shone there. Logan stood up and stepped slowly, welcoming another figure in front of him. A red 10-meter long snake that immediately raised its head hissed its tongue at him.