The blacksmiths were still humans. Weed was the head of the army that stole their weapons and armour and damaged the Beiner Kingdom. But the eyes of the dwarf blacksmith was filled with regret.“The difference between the forces is like the earth and the sky. He even managed to destroy the Fire Salamander King.”“…..”The public would need thousands of sacrifices to catch the Fire Salamander King but Weed achieved it with just his subordinate!Weed licked his lips.“I no longer require a good weapon r armour.”Of course it was necessary.“Swords, magic, elementals and arrows. I can block them all.”His words were enough to make them sick!“Even an army of 1 million people won’t be able to block my steps!”Weed roared in front of the blacksmiths.It was like a man in his thirties threatening to steal a neighbourhood kid’s candy. It was like watching a polished screenplay being directed!It was a similar tone when nagging the desert warriors but the incredible force overwhelmed the blacksmiths. They had no choice but to fear the barbarian Weed in this situation.“This is your last chance. Make the best sword and armour with these materials within a week. If I am satisfied then my troops will leave this castle unharmed. I will let the residents leave quietly without hurting them. But if I’m not satisfied then this castle and the Beiner Kingdom will completely disappear.Weed refused to leave without any threats.He couldn’t take the goods back to his original time so he might as well put them to good use here. If the castle’s blacksmiths didn’t cooperate then the materials from the Fire Salamander King would be wasted.The blacksmiths looked among each other with worried expressions.“What does everybody think? The goods are too precious to pass up.”“I think so as well. We should make it. The savages are making us so we’re not betraying the Beiner Kingdom.”“Uhh, this nourishing feeling with touching this horn and the great mana. I can already taste the satisfaction when working on this with my hands.”“Well, well! Let’s think carefully and not get too excited. This involves our lives and the fate of the entire castle.”“Is he really going to get rid of it if we don’t make the items?”“I heard a rumour when I was growing up. According to the rumours about the savages, our families in Jonas Castle won’t be able to survive.”“Hrmm.”The blacksmith with an elderly face full of wrinkles was locked in deep anguish. The dwarven blacksmiths next to him were drinking beer.“If we don’t make things to the satisfaction of the barbarian then he will kill us.”“I think so as well. That lousy bastard has no honour, morality or tolerance.”“He is worse than an orc.”The dwarven blacksmiths also poured insults but their eyes were gawking at the Fire Salamander’s horns and leather.The instinct of a blacksmith. Their eyes could sense the finest materials. It was a strong temptation that they couldn’t resist.“But in the end, are we really qualified to deal with such precious materials?”“Morul Hand, you are like a god!”“My hands have never touched such materials before…and you know that iron is my specialty.”“This is a rare opportunity to touch such materials. It is no wonder that he ignored us.”“Haren Hand, your self-esteem?”“I am thinking. Haven’t we made a considerable amount of weapons and armour so far? It isn’t impossible to handle such excellent goods.”“Can we handle it without making any mistakes? If I make even a small scratch on these seamless horns then I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life as a blacksmith.”“Well, this is our chance to touch the horns and leather.”Weed left the NPCs blacksmiths who were talking loudly and entered the room filled with the loot.Gold and loot obtained from the Central Continent was piled up like a mountain! He was happy every time he saw it.“I can’t take this back to the original world… This quest is too unfair.”He felt like this was the worst quest after looking at the treasures.He had already taken care of the blacksmiths. He had no more control over whether they manufactured the sword and armour. Leaving the materials would stimulate their desire as a blacksmith.A blacksmith’s capabilities would rise when seeing good materials! They talked nonsense but their bodies would itch when looking at the Fire Salamander’s horns.The blacksmith NPCs and dwarves knew what to do. They couldn’t help feeling greedy. He had no doubts that good work would emerge.Weed was satisfied with his own judgement and nodded.“Craftsmanship is important. Autonomy and creativity is important for this.”They might feel under pressure with a time limit but the results wouldn’t be bad if he left them alone.