65 – Whoops?
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On the other side of the Hero’s Forest commercial district, there was a large blacksmith’s shop carved out of a small hill.
A mountain of steel where black smoke never ceases from the gigantic chimneys that look like trees, and the harsh sound of hammering iron resonates ceaselessly.
The sanctuary of the blacksmiths, built by Hephaestus, was like a heart that constantly pulsated with fire and iron.
– KANG! Kang! Kang! Kang!
When you pass through the entrance shaped like a giant’s mouth, you can hear the loud sound of metal beating and the hot heat hitting your face.
“Oh…”
A huge brazier that catches your eye as soon as you enter.
Fire that burns ceaselessly in a vivid scarlet color as if it were alive and breathing, and a lump of metal that melts in an instant.
And the inside of the forge was busy with blacksmiths busy beating their teeth regardless of the flames.
“Um… Over there?”
“What! I’m busy right now, talk to you later!”
“Yaya! What are you doing there! Do you even make wine side dishes!”
“Don’t be crazy!”
I grabbed a blacksmith who was passing by to see what was going on, but he got nervous and left.
How on earth did these voices become?
“Ah, is this a guest? I’m sorry.”
A large shadow cast beside me as I was dumbfounded, and a voice that sounded like a rough cry pretended to know me.
“Is that the person in charge here?”
“Hmm, for now?”
The man shrugged his shoulders as if he disliked long words, looked at me carefully, and then clapped his hands and pretended to know me.
“Aha! Are you the freshman Dianes?!”
“Well, that’s right.”
He was a man with a body one head smaller than me.
He seemed to be roughly in his forties or fifties, but his head was vigorously pushed up and the light was reflecting off it.
Well, at such a young age, somehow…
“Hey, I just pushed it away because it was burned by the flames. Don’t you see it that way?”
“Ah, yes what…”
“Is it real!?”
The man threw his temper and defended his baldness with all his might, but I warmly accepted his sad cry.
Gongja said, Didn’t Goin Drip, Pad Drip, and Head Drip be done even in front of an enemy?
For some reason, I couldn’t lower my words to him.
Anyway, even if he was bald, he was a man with the impression that he made a character called a blacksmith.
The arms that can crush rocks, the stamina that doesn’t break a sweat in the heat, the dark gray eyes that stare at me as if examining a weapon even while running a fever over a bald drip.
It had a very similar atmosphere to the monsters I met.
“Oh, damn it. What are the heroes these days… Ok? Will you match the weapon? Pick one out of the two.”
“No, I…”
“Ah, it’s okay. First of all, choose the one that fits roughly and use it, and order the exclusive weapon later.
As far as I’ve heard, it’s said that Chiron did some great distance with the old man with a spear. Are you going to choose the window?”
“So I…”
“You hate windows? Hyperboleio spearmanship is different from Greek spearmanship, so it is said that it is very exquisite when used alone. A sword then?”
To say that they don’t listen to what others say and only talk about what they have to say is similar.
Are master craftsmen and experts the only ones of this kind?
“What is the sword used for? Black is in vogue these days…”
“I am. Weapon. To order. Came no.”
“…What?”
When I cut off my words with a sharp voice, the man stared at me with wide, stiff eyes, perhaps unexpectedly.
“First of all, let’s start with the voice. As you said, my name is Dianes. I am a freshman who has been in the forest for less than a week.”
“Yes freshman. All of the things that have happened are staggering.”
The man laughed and jokingly added, tapping his chest with his fist.
“Son of Hephaestus, disciple of the Cyclops, blacksmith who handles all iron and metal in the Forest of Heroes
Hestosias. Nice to meet a new member of the forest.”
Where did the image of you laughing and pushing all sorts of weapons a while ago?
Hestosias introduced himself in a solemn tone.
Even when he mentioned his father, Hephaestus, and the Cyclops, his dark gray eyes glowed with intense respect and desire. It was to the point of guessing what kind of existence the blacksmith god and the Cyclops were to this man.
“Well, anyway, if it’s not a weapon, what is it? Armor?”
Of course, that solemnity and respect disappeared in an instant, and he returned to being a middle-aged man.
Anyway, judging from the situation at the forge, it seemed that there was no one else to listen to the story other than this person in front of him, so he decided to try it for now.
“What I want to match is one instrument.”
“Instruments? An instrument…?”
Hmm?
Until now, how was the spear and how was the sword?
Hestosias showed a brief interest in my spell.
However, he suddenly changed his attitude again for a while, put his foot on his left leg, and chin outside.
“Hey… If it’s an instrument, go to Mrs. Cypreniasis’s music store over there. What instrument in the forge…”
“Yeah, it’s something that you can’t even get a sense of when it comes to designing, let alone ordering at a regular musical instrument store.”
“…Huh?”
Unlike when I was talking about weapons just now, Hestosias noticed that my words were getting more and more interested.
“I don’t know where the rumors came from, but you’ve heard that I’m from a foreign land. Then the story goes fast.”
Once Upon a Time (望鄕鬼音)
He is a master of the rare era who has risen to the position of the leader of the Demonic Cult through Yin Gong.
It is said that he was such an excellent musician that people flocked to the land of Xinjiang.
Even the emperor did not hesitate to indirectly support the Demonic Cult in order to listen to him alone.
When he occasionally played in front of religious people, it is said that even the disciples of the Kunlun sect, who were regarded as enemies of Daecheon in the Demonic Cult, sought out the land of Xinjiang after hearing rumors.
It was a part that gave me a good idea of the musical level.
And I’ve also listened to him countless times.
Just by listening to all the 12 songs he created, the scene he expresses through his performance comes to life in front of your eyes, and you shed tears in assimilation with the emotions he put in, and even shook your head while riding the beat with joy.
Malignant (樂成).
If this man had lived as an ordinary musician instead of a Demonic Cult leader, he would have turned the entire music world upside down with his talent.
If it had been that way, I wouldn’t have been blown away by a sonic cannon while shedding tears of emotion.
“Anyway, I am the one who inherited the essence of all the teachings and enlightenment of such a man.”
“Oh my god…”
And an instrument that would capture the exquisiteness of such an existence should never have been just a similar shape.
“I have to perfectly reproduce a musical instrument of a shape I have never seen before that does not exist in this Greek land…”
“Yes, I came here because I thought this would be impossible unless the sons of Hephaestus were famous.”
How are you?
Seeing me provoking me silently with a glance, Hes Tosias snorted and raised the corner of his mouth as if it were not the same.
“Ha! There is nothing I cannot say to the son of Hephaestus and the disciple of the Cyclops.
Yeah, I was just getting a little itchy from touching only the iron bars that were similar to swords and spears. Talk about it.”
“It won’t be easy.”
“Jasik Lee… Shut up and tell me quickly. As long as there are people in the world who can see, touch and know.
There is nothing I cannot make!”
Hestosias glared as if he would do something if I didn’t explain the instrument right away.
As expected, is it common to men all over the world? Iran was the best rice cake that made me jump at anything.
I explained to him about the instrument I wanted, laughing evilly in my heart, with a thrilling feeling as if my hands were fluttering.
“A hollow tree is used as a trunk, about 4 to 3 cubits in size, played sitting on one’s lap, or placed on a pedestal and used lying down. It gradually gets thicker from the body of the player, and there are twelve strings in total, from thick to thin like a lyre on the body. Adjust the strings by turning the rock bottom right corner of the instrument…”
“Um… Then this place is…”
“No, it’s like this…”
At all, Hestosias and I began to adjust the projections diligently, bringing a slab to the counter and drawing and erasing blueprints with chalk over and over again.
As expected, I must say that I am the son of Hephaestus. As I express myself, every time I rewrite the picture, the image I was drawing came closer moment by moment to reality.
It wasn’t long before a detailed preliminary blueprint was drawn.
“It looks odd… Is it that the string is draped over a wooden board and bounced around, amplifying the sound inside the barrel?”
“Yes, how long will it take?”
“Hmm…”
Hes Tosias, who was frowning as he stared at the blueprints I completed, nodded his head and replied.
“Probably… It will take a week at least.”
“A week?”
It was much faster than I thought.
No matter how much he is the son of the blacksmith god, it must be the first instrument he has ever seen in his life.
Even the time to prepare and refine the ingredients…
“What are you talking about? Know where this is With a blueprint like this, a week is enough. Of course…”
Hestosias’s gray eyes smiled so deeply that you could hear him grinning at me.
I had a hunch that something was wrong with those eyes.
“It would have to be with the help of a great little hero who has a great reputation throughout the forest.”
“No, they say they make my own stuff, but I need help.”
“Oh? Did you say?”
With a smile of repentance, Hestosias asked for a handshake, and I also shook hands with him.
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“Please take good care of me. Bantling.”
“Please take good care of me too.”
The way he spoke was very sloppy, but as he said, if Hestosias was the son of Hephaestus and the disciple of the Cyclops, then I thought it was a gamble worth taking.
I was just a bit annoyed by the insidious glinting eyes, wondering what the heck he was trying to do.
What can I do? I’m in a hurry
Hestosias is going to tell Chiron that my activities aside from the forest curriculum will be with him for the time being. He told me to go to this forge after class.
“Then see you tomorrow~”
“Oh, wait.”
“Yes?”
“What is the name of this thing?”
Hestosias asked, looking at the musical instrument in my memory that still remains as a blueprint for the stone slab.
“In my hometown, it was called gayageum or gayatgo.
When it’s finished later, I’ll let you hear a verse.”
“Gayagum, Gayaggora… These are Hyperboreo instruments that no one in the world has ever made.
It’s been a while since I’ve had a fun game.”
Hestosias nodded in satisfaction and disappeared into the smithy as if he didn’t even have time to say hello.