Gods: An Adult Game

Old Hank sat in the rocking chair, looking at the group of Dwarfs who were looking at him respectfully as if they were thinking about whether to greet him or not.

He raised his eyebrows before he shouted at the Dwarfs to help him move his equipment from his original, useless blacksmith shop.

At the same time, Odom was expanding the town, he had built five large blacksmith houses that were able to fully accommodate hundreds of blacksmiths working. The blacksmiths would be able to exchange their experiences with each other as well.

The reason these Dwarfs respected him so much was because they knew that this old human was a Grandmaster blacksmith.

This garnered far more sincere respect from the Dwarfs than their respect for the strong.

"Damn it. Originally, I was the only blacksmith in town and could live doing whatever I wanted. Now, more than a hundred people of the same profession have suddenly appeared, how am I going to earn my living now?"