As a result of the drinking he was getting dizzy, and his hand was trembling, but he endured with willpower.
‘Cannot be beaten by this degree of alcohol.’
Compared to the mental training he’d learned from SwordNoob, he could tolerate this degree of alcohol.
By strength of his will, Weed straightened his posture, and though his hand trembled, he did not spill a single drop of alcohol and received it.
The look in Fabio’s eyes deepened.
“I heard this story from my daughter. You refused the armor I gave out of goodwill when you were doing the quest.”
“…”
“I felt that you were a presumptuous kid. I thought you would fail because it was a perilous quest, but you proudly succeeded. And for a while this story about you became the hot topic in Kuruso.”
“I am flattered.”
“As long as you have ability, it’s fine to be arrogant. I saw you had engraved even the armors I entrusted fairly excellently.”
As Fabio downed his beer, Weed also followed and drank. 2 beer mugs were emptied. Both of them filled each other’s mugs.
“Seems you’re not a normal Dwarf.”
At Fabio’s words, Weed raised his gaze.
Their eyes met resolutely.
The whites of Weed’s eyes were red and bloodshot as a result of his intoxication, but they were deep and strong.
“I watched you drink alcohol as you moved around earlier. If you were a normal Dwarf, it’d be difficult to maintain a clear mind after drinking that much alcohol. Since I’m a Dwarf too, I know.”
“I’m on the side of holding liquor well.”
“Is that so. However, the way I see it, at the very least you’re not a normal Sculptor.”
Fabio’s eyes became more intense.
They were not eyes meant to investigate Weed.
As a person aged, insight formed and their temperaments strengthened. Following their impression from even their first meeting, it was possible for them to approximate what kind of person they were, what kind of nature they had.
Fabio’s temperament was like rough and thick steel. It was strong, and did not break easily.
Ordinary users were intimidated from simply meeting Fabio. But Weed didn’t appear even a little daunted.
Weed was handling and using steel; he was walking the path of the sword. He would treat the sword as an extension of his body and endlessly devote himself to it.
Even the steel-like aura of Fabio subsided in front of Weed like a torch before a typhoon.
Fabio was feeling that.
‘He has a personality that is stronger than mine. And though I don’t know what work he does, he’s a guy who has less fear than me.’
Fabio threw away the judgement that he was dealing with a Sculptor, and acknowledged Weed as one of the few men who had frankly surprised him after he’d met them in person as he played Royal Road.
“Say what you want as a gift.”
He also decided to give him the option of choosing his gift.
The majority of the armor he made was engraved by Weed’s hands. Since Fabio already knew that, he was telling Weed to choose what he needed!
‘Through this, I’ll be able to see what kind of stat distribution he has!’
Though Fabio made the armor, he believed that the person was the most important in the end.
Weed’s eyes lit up.
“Please give me the Pauldrons of the Iron Wheel.”
“The Pauldrons of the Iron Wheel? Even among armor, that’s an severe item with an offensive build… No, besides that, isn’t it impossible for you to use it because of the level and profession requirements?”
In the middle of asking the question, Fabio looked like he himself had just found the answer.
“No. Seems like you can use it.”
“That’s so.”
“Alright. I’ll give it to you.”
Fabio changed the evaluation he’d made of Weed. He noted that Weed’s Blacksmithing skill was considerable and that he was an extremely high-level user.
‘Since he dared to ask for that, he’s a guy with ample boldness. No shame either. I shouldn’t have asked him to choose anything.’
As he mentally grumbled, he swore quite a bit too. That was because even out of the armor he had made, the Pauldrons of the Iron Wheel was at the peak of his works.