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Parting Night (3)
who are you?
Arpagong, the world's best blacksmith.
He frowned and looked down at Pavenu in front of him.
I think Pavenu is a little embarrassed.
Soon after, he realized that he had no reason to be embarrassed, and then he regained his composure.
"Ah, hello, Mr. Arpagong."
"Aren't you asking who you are?"
"Oh, if you feel like telling me ."
Pavenu took a business card out of his arms and handed it out to Arpagong.
The first-class banker of the Central Bank, honorary director of the Gold Coinsmith Association, secretary of the International Monetary Fund Development Council, the youth chairman of the Village Development Association, the head of public relations at the Gordicsa Election Committee, and your kind neighbor'Voltwell's Pavenu'
It was a luxurious business card with a black glossy material and gold leaf covering even the corners.
Ar Pagong, who glanced down at the business card, shook his eyebrows.
Then he asked bluntly without even receiving a business card.
You mean that this piece of paper is what you are?
Ah! no. This is my business card. I have my personal information on it."
Upon hearing Pavenu's answer, Arpagong looked at the business card with an annoying expression.
" What is this useless letter
There are a lot. So you're my neighbor and your name is Pavenu."
"Yes, it is. Strictly speaking, not a neighbor. I live in a far-off south side of the village. Hoo Ho Ho! Have you seen the newly built mansion with a pointed roof? That is my home. If you say this, you may sound proud, but... I built it for 57 billion gold. Mr. Arpagong is a craftsman, so I believe he will appreciate the greatness of the house."
While Pavenu was sloppy, Ar Pagong came into the workshop, rubbing her ears with her fingers.
At that time, Arpagong suddenly felt the disciple's gaze looking at him from the corner.
"Mamon. What are you looking at?"
Arpagong, moving his gaze following Mamon's gaze, soon became his sword hanging from Pavenu's waist.
Saw.
Arpagong, whose eyes changed for a moment, nodded and grabbed Pavenu's shoulder as he tried to cross the threshold.
Hey. I'm not selling that knife. Put it down and go."
"Huh? But I have already paid for it?"
" value?
Then Pavenu pointed to the check on the table.
"It's a lot more money than the price set by the teacher's disciple. I just closed the deal."
But Arpagong shook his head.
"I'm not selling that knife."
"But I've already paid for it!"
"I'll return it twice, so put it out again. That knife doesn't suit you."
Then both Mamon and Pavenu opened their mouths.
No matter how much I look at, it is unlikely that Arpagong will have a huge sum of 3 billion gold.
If so, wouldn't we not even live in a smithy where all these things are going down?
At this point, Pavenu has no choice but to sweat.
He spoke to Arpa ball in a coarse tone.
"I am a merchant with cases. If you don't like the amount, we'll double or triple it. Please bring this knife to me...
"Money is not the problem."
Arpagong said cut it off.
He looked down at Pavenu and spoke in a firm tone.
"That knife doesn't suit you. That's why I can't sell it."
" How do you judge it?"
"It's the heart of the person who made it."
If there is one thing that falls apart the most in this world, it is the attitude of Arpagong who is in this place.
With that terrifyingly calm and upright momentum, Pavenu lost his ear and had to open his mouth halfway.
Soon, he woke up and asked hastily.
" If so, we will pay the price to your satisfaction. How much do I have to pay to have this knife?"
Big deal.
It's the best hand that trader Pavenu can play.
If you can get Arpagong's weapon that calling is a price, what can you not endure?
However
Well. Give up all of your fortune or just die."
Yes? Me, all of your property?"
"Wouldn't the purpose of weapons be killing? Taking someone's life
It's like taking all of his. So, if I'm going to take my weapon, I mean, shouldn't I have to give up at least everything I have."
At Arpagong's words, Pavenu eventually had to hang his shoulders.
" Hot hot! It's logic that doesn't make sense, but I can't help it. I will understand it by saying that money is insufficient. It's a weapon that Arpagong's hand touched.
It would be natural. I will make more money from this upside, so I will definitely buy the teacher's knife."
Pavenu politely bowed to Arpagong and then left the forge.
Arpagong, looking at the back, kicked his tongue quietly.
"Ah. I was scolded for being forced to write. I don't make weapons for those things."
Arpagong put the knife back by the door again.
Then he stepped up to Mamon, who was standing in the corner.
Flinch!
Mamon shrugged at the thick hands of his teacher approaching him.
He feared that he would be rebuked for selling his sword at will without a teacher.
However
Earth-
Arpagong's hand just stroked Mamon's head roughly once.
"You can't buy my stuff with money like that. Disciple, you too will value yourself a little more valiantly. The craftsman's beliefs are expensive."
When she heard that, Mamon trembled.
' cool!'
A master who never bows his convictions even though the renowned refusal in the village has bowed his head several times.
Mamon thought that he also wanted to become such a great blacksmith in the future.
However.
The problem arose this night.
"Master! Eat!"
Mamon shouted, scooping the potatoes and meat in the pot with a ladle.
Arpagong came out to the center of the hut, with a bagging on its head.
Woong-ae- Woong-ae-
Behind Arpagong's back, a Gannan child was crying.
"That's right, it's murky once in your voice. I must have starved for a few days because I was trapped in the ruins."
Arpagong laughed as if Gannan was unique.
This time, I was found in a ruined village on the way back after going farther out of the village to get materials.
"What are you going to call your name?"
When Mamon asked, Arpagong thought for a while and then handed over the option.
"Would you like to build it once? I am the child to be your priest."
"Are you a boy?"
It's a girl.
" Hmm."
Mamon raised his index finger after suffering for a long time.
"How about a bellot?"
"Bellot? 'Do you mean voting?'
Yes. In the distant future, won't there be a vote between Gaiaksa-nim and Gordicsa-nim to elect the Spirit King? At that time, this kid might also be a voter."
As the story of the Spirit King voting came out, Arpagong's face became dark at an instant.
right. Gaiaksa and Gordics have been looking over our village for a long time. However, only one of the two can become a spirit king. I'm wondering which side to cast the vote on."
Arpagong, muttering quietly by himself, said, looking back at Gannan Eye Bellot on his back.
"I hope you don't get mad at this little one."
"Is there anything special? You both like them."
"Yeah, but. Gordicsa-sama's side is probably relatively narrow in mind."
When Susung and his disciple are having a conversation with Soon Do-soon Oh.
Empty empty-
The cabin door rang.
It seemed that someone outside was knocking on the door.
" Who are you?"
When Mamon asked, a begging voice came from outside the door.
"It's a passing visitor, can you please feel free to dissolve? I think I'm freezing to death!
The snow was blowing hard outside, so Mamon got up and opened the door.
Outside, a man in a fur coat stood holding the hand of a girl in a fur coat as well.
In terms of clothes, it looked like a woman who was a hunter in Gunnut Village.
Arpagong looked at them and said.
"Huh. Where are you going to take even a little girl in this bad weather?"
" I was in a hurry to see something across the mountain. I'll take care of it."
A hunter dressed in fur, he was a straightforward man with a somewhat rude feeling.
However, Ar Pagong, who was surprisingly small, did not say much to the hunter.
The hunter and the blacksmith looked at each other silently for a while with a large pot between them.
The person who opened his mouth first was unexpectedly Arpagong.
okay. It's quite a long way to the other side of the mountain. What are you going to do?"
Mamon thought that it was surprising that the teacher did not speak to strangers first because he had a very reticent personality.
The hunter answered readily.
"I am going to train my disciples."
"When you say a disciple, do you mean the child next to him?"
exactly.
The hunter, who has finished talking, looks to the side.
saw.
There, I saw a girl cradling potato porridge and pieces of meat.
Was it about 7 years old?
An immaculate face with dark eyebrows and freckles on top. It was a girl who looked strong and brave.
Arpagong kicked his tongue.
"What are you going to do by training a small child like this?"
Then the hunter replied, blowing the potato.
"I do the job of killing the dragon."
Mamon, who was next to the horse, felt a creepy stiffening of her body.
Killing the dragon! Are you talking about knowing the weight of these words?
However, Arpagong's answer to this is another masterpiece.
"Where is killing a dragon going to be just training?"
After speaking, Arpagong raises himself and heads to the side of the door.
There was a two-handed sword that banker Pa Benu tried to buy during the day and couldn't buy it because of lack of money.
Irony-
Arpagong, casually, picked up the knife by the door, took it, and handed it out to the girl sitting in front of the pot.
"You need a good sword to catch a dragon. Heh heh heh heh."
The girl who is busy eating potato porridge does not even look at the knife.
Arpagong grins while stroking the child's head.
The hunter, who was sitting in front of the pot, stopped spooning and was silent for a while, then spoke to the girl.
Hey. Thank you for giving me a gift from my grandfather-I should."
" Thank you."
The girl then lowered her spoon and looked toward Arpagong.
Looks down.
That was it.
The hunter who ate all the pot of potato porridge woke up saying he had no time and took this girl's hand and walked out into the blizzard.
I owe you."
Other than that, there were no thank-yous or farewells.
The hunter and the girl just disappeared suddenly, just like when they appeared.
With the sword given by Arpagong.
' This isn't it! No matter how much it is, this is not it!'
Mamon thought with a reddish face.
It is a sword that was not sold even in front of a whopping 3 billion gold.
And surely, Shisung is'the god of artisans
The idea is expensive.'
It is never a catch that can be roughly given to a traveler whom I met for the first time.
Isn't it the craftsman's belief that the best in town refuses to give away the money and gives it to strangers who don't know the identity of it for free?
Mamon couldn't agree with him.
' , The object made by Master must be given to someone who knows its value!'
After thinking, Mamon quickly put on a coat.
Hey. Where are you going? It's cold too."
Arpagong asked with a puzzled expression, but Mamon politely said that he was leaving for a moment.
He is planning to pursue the woman who has just left the hunter by using the gap not seen by the teacher.
'You have to get an amount worthy of the sword's worth, or at least get the goods back...
He was a Mamon with an urgent heart.
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Parting Night (3)
who are you?
Arpagong, the world's best blacksmith.
He frowned and looked down at Pavenu in front of him.
I think Pavenu is a little embarrassed.
Soon after, he realized that he had no reason to be embarrassed, and then he regained his composure.
"Ah, hello, Mr. Arpagong."
"Aren't you asking who you are?"
"Oh, if you feel like telling me ."
Pavenu took a business card out of his arms and handed it out to Arpagong.
The first-class banker of the Central Bank, honorary director of the Gold Coinsmith Association, secretary of the International Monetary Fund Development Council, the youth chairman of the Village Development Association, the head of public relations at the Gordicsa Election Committee, and your kind neighbor'Voltwell's Pavenu'
It was a luxurious business card with a black glossy material and gold leaf covering even the corners.
Ar Pagong, who glanced down at the business card, shook his eyebrows.
Then he asked bluntly without even receiving a business card.
You mean that this piece of paper is what you are?
Ah! no. This is my business card. I have my personal information on it."
Upon hearing Pavenu's answer, Arpagong looked at the business card with an annoying expression.
" What is this useless letter
There are a lot. So you're my neighbor and your name is Pavenu."
"Yes, it is. Strictly speaking, not a neighbor. I live in a far-off south side of the village. Hoo Ho Ho! Have you seen the newly built mansion with a pointed roof? That is my home. If you say this, you may sound proud, but... I built it for 57 billion gold. Mr. Arpagong is a craftsman, so I believe he will appreciate the greatness of the house."
While Pavenu was sloppy, Ar Pagong came into the workshop, rubbing her ears with her fingers.
At that time, Arpagong suddenly felt the disciple's gaze looking at him from the corner.
"Mamon. What are you looking at?"
Arpagong, moving his gaze following Mamon's gaze, soon became his sword hanging from Pavenu's waist.
Saw.
Arpagong, whose eyes changed for a moment, nodded and grabbed Pavenu's shoulder as he tried to cross the threshold.
Hey. I'm not selling that knife. Put it down and go."
"Huh? But I have already paid for it?"
" value?
Then Pavenu pointed to the check on the table.
"It's a lot more money than the price set by the teacher's disciple. I just closed the deal."
But Arpagong shook his head.
"I'm not selling that knife."
"But I've already paid for it!"
"I'll return it twice, so put it out again. That knife doesn't suit you."
Then both Mamon and Pavenu opened their mouths.
No matter how much I look at, it is unlikely that Arpagong will have a huge sum of 3 billion gold.
If so, wouldn't we not even live in a smithy where all these things are going down?
At this point, Pavenu has no choice but to sweat.
He spoke to Arpa ball in a coarse tone.
"I am a merchant with cases. If you don't like the amount, we'll double or triple it. Please bring this knife to me...
"Money is not the problem."
Arpagong said cut it off.
He looked down at Pavenu and spoke in a firm tone.
"That knife doesn't suit you. That's why I can't sell it."
" How do you judge it?"
"It's the heart of the person who made it."
If there is one thing that falls apart the most in this world, it is the attitude of Arpagong who is in this place.
With that terrifyingly calm and upright momentum, Pavenu lost his ear and had to open his mouth halfway.
Soon, he woke up and asked hastily.
" If so, we will pay the price to your satisfaction. How much do I have to pay to have this knife?"
Big deal.
It's the best hand that trader Pavenu can play.
If you can get Arpagong's weapon that calling is a price, what can you not endure?
However
Well. Give up all of your fortune or just die."
Yes? Me, all of your property?"
"Wouldn't the purpose of weapons be killing? Taking someone's life
It's like taking all of his. So, if I'm going to take my weapon, I mean, shouldn't I have to give up at least everything I have."
At Arpagong's words, Pavenu eventually had to hang his shoulders.
" Hot hot! It's logic that doesn't make sense, but I can't help it. I will understand it by saying that money is insufficient. It's a weapon that Arpagong's hand touched.
It would be natural. I will make more money from this upside, so I will definitely buy the teacher's knife."
Pavenu politely bowed to Arpagong and then left the forge.
Arpagong, looking at the back, kicked his tongue quietly.
"Ah. I was scolded for being forced to write. I don't make weapons for those things."
Arpagong put the knife back by the door again.
Then he stepped up to Mamon, who was standing in the corner.
Flinch!
Mamon shrugged at the thick hands of his teacher approaching him.
He feared that he would be rebuked for selling his sword at will without a teacher.
However
Earth-
Arpagong's hand just stroked Mamon's head roughly once.
"You can't buy my stuff with money like that. Disciple, you too will value yourself a little more valiantly. The craftsman's beliefs are expensive."
When she heard that, Mamon trembled.
' cool!'
A master who never bows his convictions even though the renowned refusal in the village has bowed his head several times.
Mamon thought that he also wanted to become such a great blacksmith in the future.
However.
The problem arose this night.
"Master! Eat!"
Mamon shouted, scooping the potatoes and meat in the pot with a ladle.
Arpagong came out to the center of the hut, with a bagging on its head.
Woong-ae- Woong-ae-
Behind Arpagong's back, a Gannan child was crying.
"That's right, it's murky once in your voice. I must have starved for a few days because I was trapped in the ruins."
Arpagong laughed as if Gannan was unique.
This time, I was found in a ruined village on the way back after going farther out of the village to get materials.
"What are you going to call your name?"
When Mamon asked, Arpagong thought for a while and then handed over the option.
"Would you like to build it once? I am the child to be your priest."
"Are you a boy?"
It's a girl.
" Hmm."
Mamon raised his index finger after suffering for a long time.
"How about a bellot?"
"Bellot? 'Do you mean voting?'
Yes. In the distant future, won't there be a vote between Gaiaksa-nim and Gordicsa-nim to elect the Spirit King? At that time, this kid might also be a voter."
As the story of the Spirit King voting came out, Arpagong's face became dark at an instant.
right. Gaiaksa and Gordics have been looking over our village for a long time. However, only one of the two can become a spirit king. I'm wondering which side to cast the vote on."
Arpagong, muttering quietly by himself, said, looking back at Gannan Eye Bellot on his back.
"I hope you don't get mad at this little one."
"Is there anything special? You both like them."
"Yeah, but. Gordicsa-sama's side is probably relatively narrow in mind."
When Susung and his disciple are having a conversation with Soon Do-soon Oh.
Empty empty-
The cabin door rang.
It seemed that someone outside was knocking on the door.
" Who are you?"
When Mamon asked, a begging voice came from outside the door.
"It's a passing visitor, can you please feel free to dissolve? I think I'm freezing to death!
The snow was blowing hard outside, so Mamon got up and opened the door.
Outside, a man in a fur coat stood holding the hand of a girl in a fur coat as well.
In terms of clothes, it looked like a woman who was a hunter in Gunnut Village.
Arpagong looked at them and said.
"Huh. Where are you going to take even a little girl in this bad weather?"
" I was in a hurry to see something across the mountain. I'll take care of it."
A hunter dressed in fur, he was a straightforward man with a somewhat rude feeling.
However, Ar Pagong, who was surprisingly small, did not say much to the hunter.
The hunter and the blacksmith looked at each other silently for a while with a large pot between them.
The person who opened his mouth first was unexpectedly Arpagong.
okay. It's quite a long way to the other side of the mountain. What are you going to do?"
Mamon thought that it was surprising that the teacher did not speak to strangers first because he had a very reticent personality.
The hunter answered readily.
"I am going to train my disciples."
"When you say a disciple, do you mean the child next to him?"
exactly.
The hunter, who has finished talking, looks to the side.
saw.
There, I saw a girl cradling potato porridge and pieces of meat.
Was it about 7 years old?
An immaculate face with dark eyebrows and freckles on top. It was a girl who looked strong and brave.
Arpagong kicked his tongue.
"What are you going to do by training a small child like this?"
Then the hunter replied, blowing the potato.
"I do the job of killing the dragon."
Mamon, who was next to the horse, felt a creepy stiffening of her body.
Killing the dragon! Are you talking about knowing the weight of these words?
However, Arpagong's answer to this is another masterpiece.
"Where is killing a dragon going to be just training?"
After speaking, Arpagong raises himself and heads to the side of the door.
There was a two-handed sword that banker Pa Benu tried to buy during the day and couldn't buy it because of lack of money.
Irony-
Arpagong, casually, picked up the knife by the door, took it, and handed it out to the girl sitting in front of the pot.
"You need a good sword to catch a dragon. Heh heh heh heh."
The girl who is busy eating potato porridge does not even look at the knife.
Arpagong grins while stroking the child's head.
The hunter, who was sitting in front of the pot, stopped spooning and was silent for a while, then spoke to the girl.
Hey. Thank you for giving me a gift from my grandfather-I should."
" Thank you."
The girl then lowered her spoon and looked toward Arpagong.
Looks down.
That was it.
The hunter who ate all the pot of potato porridge woke up saying he had no time and took this girl's hand and walked out into the blizzard.
I owe you."
Other than that, there were no thank-yous or farewells.
The hunter and the girl just disappeared suddenly, just like when they appeared.
With the sword given by Arpagong.
' This isn't it! No matter how much it is, this is not it!'
Mamon thought with a reddish face.
It is a sword that was not sold even in front of a whopping 3 billion gold.
And surely, Shisung is'the god of artisans
The idea is expensive.'
It is never a catch that can be roughly given to a traveler whom I met for the first time.
Isn't it the craftsman's belief that the best in town refuses to give away the money and gives it to strangers who don't know the identity of it for free?
Mamon couldn't agree with him.
' , The object made by Master must be given to someone who knows its value!'
After thinking, Mamon quickly put on a coat.
Hey. Where are you going? It's cold too."
Arpagong asked with a puzzled expression, but Mamon politely said that he was leaving for a moment.
He is planning to pursue the woman who has just left the hunter by using the gap not seen by the teacher.
'You have to get an amount worthy of the sword's worth, or at least get the goods back...
He was a Mamon with an urgent heart.
Worn out Newbies
Parting Night 3 who are you? Arpagong, the world's best blacksmith. He frowned and looked down at Pavenu in front of him. I think Pavenu is a little embarrassed. Soon after, he realized that he had no reason to be embarrassed, and then he regained his composure. "Ah, hello, Mr. Arpagong." "Aren't you asking who you are?" "Oh, if you feel like telling me ." Pavenu took a business card out of his arms and handed it out to Arpagong. The first-class banker of the Central Bank, honorary director of the Gold Coinsmith Association, secretary of the International Monetary Fund Development Council, the youth chairman of the Village Development Association, the head of public relations at the Gordicsa Election Committee, and your kind neighbor'Voltwell's Pavenu' It was a luxurious business card with a black glossy material and gold leaf covering even the corners. Ar Pagong, who glanced down at the business card, shook his eyebrows. Then he asked bluntly without even receiving a business card. You mean that this piece of paper is what you are? Ah! no. This is my business card. I have my personal information on it." Upon hearing Pavenu's answer, Arpagong looked at the business card with an annoying expression. " What is this useless letter There are a lot. So you're my neighbor and your name is Pavenu." "Yes, it is. Strictly speaking, not a neighbor. I live in a far-off south side of the village. Hoo Ho Ho! Have you seen the newly built mansion with a pointed roof? That is my home. If you say this, you may sound proud, but... I built it for 57 billion gold. Mr. Arpagong is a craftsman, so I believe he will appreciate the greatness of the house." While Pavenu was sloppy, Ar Pagong came into the workshop, rubbing her ears with her fingers. At that time, Arpagong suddenly felt the disciple's gaze looking at him from the corner. "Mamon. What are you looking at?" Arpagong, moving his gaze following Mamon's gaze, soon became his sword hanging from Pavenu's waist. Saw. Arpagong, whose eyes changed for a moment, nodded and grabbed Pavenu's shoulder as he tried to cross the threshold. Hey. I'm not selling that knife. Put it down and go." "Huh? But I have already paid for it?" " value? Then Pavenu pointed to the check on the table. "It's a lot more money than the price set by the teacher's disciple. I just closed the deal." But Arpagong shook his head. "I'm not selling that knife." "But I've already paid for it!" "I'll return it twice, so put it out again. That knife doesn't suit you." Then both Mamon and Pavenu opened their mouths. No matter how much I look at, it is unlikely that Arpagong will have a huge sum of 3 billion gold. If so, wouldn't we not even live in a smithy where all these things are going down? At this point, Pavenu has no choice but to sweat. He spoke to Arpa ball in a coarse tone. "I am a merchant with cases. If you don't like the amount, we'll double or triple it. Please bring this knife to me... "Money is not the problem." Arpagong said cut it off. He looked down at Pavenu and spoke in a firm tone. "That knife doesn't suit you. That's why I can't sell it." " How do you judge it?" "It's the heart of the person who made it." If there is one thing that falls apart the most in this world, it is the attitude of Arpagong who is in this place. With that terrifyingly calm and upright momentum, Pavenu lost his ear and had to open his mouth halfway. Soon, he woke up and asked hastily. " If so, we will pay the price to your satisfaction. How much do I have to pay to have this knife?" Big deal. It's the best hand that trader Pavenu can play. If you can get Arpagong's weapon that calling is a price, what can you not endure? However Well. Give up all of your fortune or just die." Yes? Me, all of your property?" "Wouldn't the purpose of weapons be killing? Taking someone's life It's like taking all of his. So, if I'm going to take my weapon, I mean, shouldn't I have to give up at least everything I have." At Arpagong's words, Pavenu eventually had to hang his shoulders. " Hot hot! It's logic that doesn't make sense, but I can't help it. I will understand it by saying that money is insufficient. It's a weapon that Arpagong's hand touched. It would be natural. I will make more money from this upside, so I will definitely buy the teacher's knife." Pavenu politely bowed to Arpagong and then left the forge. Arpagong, looking at the back, kicked his tongue quietly. "Ah. I was scolded for being forced to write. I don't make weapons for those things." Arpagong put the knife back by the door again. Then he stepped up to Mamon, who was standing in the corner. Flinch! Mamon shrugged at the thick hands of his teacher approaching him. He feared that he would be rebuked for selling his sword at will without a teacher. However Earth- Arpagong's hand just stroked Mamon's head roughly once. "You can't buy my stuff with money like that. Disciple, you too will value yourself a little more valiantly. The craftsman's beliefs are expensive." When she heard that, Mamon trembled. ' cool!' A master who never bows his convictions even though the renowned refusal in the village has bowed his head several times. Mamon thought that he also wanted to become such a great blacksmith in the future. However. The problem arose this night. "Master! Eat!" Mamon shouted, scooping the potatoes and meat in the pot with a ladle. Arpagong came out to the center of the hut, with a bagging on its head. Woong-ae- Woong-ae- Behind Arpagong's back, a Gannan child was crying. "That's right, it's murky once in your voice. I must have starved for a few days because I was trapped in the ruins." Arpagong laughed as if Gannan was unique. This time, I was found in a ruined village on the way back after going farther out of the village to get materials. "What are you going to call your name?" When Mamon asked, Arpagong thought for a while and then handed over the option. "Would you like to build it once? I am the child to be your priest." "Are you a boy?" It's a girl. " Hmm." Mamon raised his index finger after suffering for a long time. "How about a bellot?" "Bellot? 'Do you mean voting?' Yes. In the distant future, won't there be a vote between Gaiaksa-nim and Gordicsa-nim to elect the Spirit King? At that time, this kid might also be a voter." As the story of the Spirit King voting came out, Arpagong's face became dark at an instant. right. Gaiaksa and Gordics have been looking over our village for a long time. However, only one of the two can become a spirit king. I'm wondering which side to cast the vote on." Arpagong, muttering quietly by himself, said, looking back at Gannan Eye Bellot on his back. "I hope you don't get mad at this little one." "Is there anything special? You both like them." "Yeah, but. Gordicsa-sama's side is probably relatively narrow in mind." When Susung and his disciple are having a conversation with Soon Do-soon Oh. Empty empty- The cabin door rang. It seemed that someone outside was knocking on the door. " Who are you?" When Mamon asked, a begging voice came from outside the door. "It's a passing visitor, can you please feel free to dissolve? I think I'm freezing to death! The snow was blowing hard outside, so Mamon got up and opened the door. Outside, a man in a fur coat stood holding the hand of a girl in a fur coat as well. In terms of clothes, it looked like a woman who was a hunter in Gunnut Village. Arpagong looked at them and said. "Huh. Where are you going to take even a little girl in this bad weather?" " I was in a hurry to see something across the mountain. I'll take care of it." A hunter dressed in fur, he was a straightforward man with a somewhat rude feeling. However, Ar Pagong, who was surprisingly small, did not say much to the hunter. The hunter and the blacksmith looked at each other silently for a while with a large pot between them. The person who opened his mouth first was unexpectedly Arpagong. okay. It's quite a long way to the other side of the mountain. What are you going to do?" Mamon thought that it was surprising that the teacher did not speak to strangers first because he had a very reticent personality. The hunter answered readily. "I am going to train my disciples." "When you say a disciple, do you mean the child next to him?" exactly. The hunter, who has finished talking, looks to the side. saw. There, I saw a girl cradling potato porridge and pieces of meat. Was it about 7 years old? An immaculate face with dark eyebrows and freckles on top. It was a girl who looked strong and brave. Arpagong kicked his tongue. "What are you going to do by training a small child like this?" Then the hunter replied, blowing the potato. "I do the job of killing the dragon." Mamon, who was next to the horse, felt a creepy stiffening of her body. Killing the dragon! Are you talking about knowing the weight of these words? However, Arpagong's answer to this is another masterpiece. "Where is killing a dragon going to be just training?" After speaking, Arpagong raises himself and heads to the side of the door. There was a two-handed sword that banker Pa Benu tried to buy during the day and couldn't buy it because of lack of money. Irony- Arpagong, casually, picked up the knife by the door, took it, and handed it out to the girl sitting in front of the pot. "You need a good sword to catch a dragon. Heh heh heh heh." The girl who is busy eating potato porridge does not even look at the knife. Arpagong grins while stroking the child's head. The hunter, who was sitting in front of the pot, stopped spooning and was silent for a while, then spoke to the girl. Hey. Thank you for giving me a gift from my grandfather-I should." " Thank you." The girl then lowered her spoon and looked toward Arpagong. Looks down. That was it. The hunter who ate all the pot of potato porridge woke up saying he had no time and took this girl's hand and walked out into the blizzard. I owe you." Other than that, there were no thank-yous or farewells. The hunter and the girl just disappeared suddenly, just like when they appeared. With the sword given by Arpagong. ' This isn't it! No matter how much it is, this is not it!' Mamon thought with a reddish face. It is a sword that was not sold even in front of a whopping 3 billion gold. And surely, Shisung is'the god of artisans The idea is expensive.' It is never a catch that can be roughly given to a traveler whom I met for the first time. Isn't it the craftsman's belief that the best in town refuses to give away the money and gives it to strangers who don't know the identity of it for free? Mamon couldn't agree with him. ' , The object made by Master must be given to someone who knows its value!' After thinking, Mamon quickly put on a coat. Hey. Where are you going? It's cold too." Arpagong asked with a puzzled expression, but Mamon politely said that he was leaving for a moment. He is planning to pursue the woman who has just left the hunter by using the gap not seen by the teacher. 'You have to get an amount worthy of the sword's worth, or at least get the goods back... He was a Mamon with an urgent heart. Worn out Newbies
