"So, you mean to tell me that this Earth-piercing blacksmithing is something you learned from me?!!!"
After receiving an affirmative answer from Leon, the Third Generation Director felt his head buzzing, as if a thousand bells were struck hard from inside to out, making his soul tremble with madness.
*How many years have my actual body been dead, and yet there's someone who can tarnish my reputation? If other blacksmiths see this blacksmithing technique, do I still have the face to call myself the strongest blacksmith?*
No! Absolutely not!
Looking at the scroll that should hold a powerful great demon but was only useful for translating names, the square-headed old man gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and threw two more items into the pot, angrily shouting,
"Continue! Follow my movements! Do exactly as I do! Not a single deviation!"
"Third Generation Sir... maybe let's forget about the guidance?"
