Eternally Regressing Knight Chapter 518

Since it became the 518th
article, something could have changed.

To those who knew Encred, some things had already changed and some things might change in the future. But apart from that, there were also some things that would never change.

There is a saying that has been engraved in my ears since I first picked up a sword.

“A man who does not take proper care of his weapon will one day end up dying with a broken sword at the hands of someone inferior to him.”

This was what the mercenary who first taught me how to use a sword said. Although it was strangely detailed, I understood the meaning of the words well enough.

I’ve heard similar things countless times since then.

“It’s an extension of the Black Hand. Do you even spare Crona when you buy your own hand?”

There was even a sword merchant who said this.

He was a very good speaker, and his words were a great weapon in emptying the pockets of many a swordsman who was looking to buy a weapon.

Of course, Encrid was not fooled by the trick, but he agreed with the merchant’s words.

Could I entrust just anyone with a sword that would take responsibility for my life?

Naturally, I couldn’t entrust my weapon to someone with rotten eyes. This was natural for Encred.

“Are you doubting my skills?”

The dwarf said. Was it the stubbornness of a craftsman? It didn’t seem like it.

All that was visible in the dwarf’s cloudy, murky eyes was greed.

You said you were from Martai? On credit? Where would you have politely given credit? It was an absurd statement. You probably didn’t kill anyone, but you probably did something like stealing money.

“Can you go out now and call the soldiers coming and going?”

Encrid spoke to the craftsman’s apprentice instead of the dwarf.

“Huh? Oh, yes.”

The atmosphere flowed strangely. The craftsman stared at Encred and said.

“Your skills are better than mine.”

“Not in my eyes.”

“This kid!”

The dwarf was as excited as a furnace, but a simple gesture was enough to cool him down.

Encred grabbed his gladius, the grip rattling with the blade, and aimed the tip at the dwarf at a speed that no one present could see.

Even though the joint was clearly loose, there was not even a rattling sound. In the blink of an eye, the slightly dulled tip of the blade was pointed at the dwarf.

Meanwhile, the craftsman thought he had maintained the blade well by consistently oiling it.

“I don’t know for sure, but I think I have the power to execute someone on the spot. Martai is a sister city of the Border Guard, and if something bad happens there, the person in charge of this area could punish you.”

Encred, who had calmly told the truth, looked at the craftsman again. The craftsman blinked several times. For a moment, no one opened their mouths. The dwarf just looked. He rolled his eyes. That didn’t last long. The craftsman looked at Encred and asked.

“Is there a reason you have to leave it to me?”

Encred answered immediately.

“eye.”

“eye?”

The craftsman asked again, and Encred looked into the craftsman’s eyes.

“Even though you say my skills are lacking, my attitude and eyes don’t seem to say that at all.”

There were things that were natural to the craftsman, just as there were things that were natural to Encred.

Saying that our skills are falling behind is speaking objectively about the present, but it will not be the case in the future.

That was a given for the craftsman, because he had no intention of stopping there.

In order to become more skilled, I faced fire every day. That’s how my fingertips turned black and my face got tanned. My blackened arms proved it.

The dwarf, on the other hand, has a potbelly, smells of alcohol, and runs around the house.

In Encred’s eyes, it was trash.

If he had asked for a woman after asking for a house earlier, I would have beaten him half to death.

There are quite a few female soldiers in the Border Guard, so if you leave it to them, they will trample on you well.

Yes, he may have been born with a talent for handling iron.

The technology may be there, but what about the will behind it?

I wasn’t saying this because it was an article about Will.

Even if it weren’t for Will, Encred would have treated him the same way.

Even if he wasn’t in charge of the Border Guard, that dwarf was a better fighter than Encred.

For every thing that changes, there are things that never change.

The craftsman’s pupils shook.

What does the interest know and say?

No, I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.

Encred asked, still holding his sword in his left hand.

“Do you have a dream?”

The craftsman blinked slowly three times, and although he did not know what change of mind had occurred in between, his eyes stopped shaking and his mouth opened.

“Please call me Atri.”

He immediately said the name and used an honorific.

“Encred of the Border Guard.”

“Then I will also say that I am Eitri of the Border Guard.”

Although he looked calm on the outside, Artisan Aitri saw someone who looked into his eyes and told him his dreams for the first time in his life. Looking into the author’s blue eyes, he felt like he could say anything.

For example, something like your own dreams or a story that is sure to be laughed at.

In this era, there were many people who used fire and iron as a means to make ends meet.

There are some among them who have a craftsman spirit, but once they reach a certain level of status, they tend to stop discussing reality and trying to improve their skills.

Those who talk about their dreams and struggle to make them come true? There are some at first. And they show off.

However, as time passed, their minds changed. Everyone did that.

But it wasn’t Aitri.

He had a dream. It was a dream he could not easily tell anyone.

Because of that dream, I made a solid steel axe from Levis Mountain, and also a solid brass sword.

He is the one discussing his dreams. Eitri knew that his hair had turned white, that his hair was thinner, and that his arms were weaker than before, but he remembered something he had not forgotten.

“I’m trying to make an engraved weapon.”

A engraved weapon refers to a weapon handled by a knight.

Usually, a knight would be the greatest honor for a craftsman to create his own engraved weapon just once, but it was something that required luck and talent, and if one was not qualified, the opportunity was not even worth discussing.

Currently, there are not more than three craftsmen who can make engraved weapons, even if you search the entire continent.

If we find the hidden ones, will there be more? Maybe so.

Because there is no such thing as a wise man who knows everything in the world.

So what if you want an engraved weapon right now?

If you want to properly craft an engraved weapon at this point, it would be best to seek out the White Flame Guild that lives near the Demon Realm.

They are known as a group of craftsmen who handle white fire, and they also have experience in making engraved weapons.

Of course, it may not be easy to find them or assign them work, but it is certainly the best.

Yet, it was the dream of the old craftsman who made the engraved weapon and worked iron with fire.

“You said you couldn’t even touch a magic weapon.”

“I am studying and researching. Would you like me to make your weapon later?”

It was an extremely polite attitude. The disciple was so shocked that he couldn’t even breathe properly and couldn’t even leave.

It’s the first time I’ve heard the teacher say that.

Even though they gave weapons to the madmen, they never showed that kind of attitude.

It’s an attitude I’ve never shown to anyone before.

Because the opponent was a demon slayer? The master was not a person who would change his words or bow his head to the opponent’s status. That’s why I respected him.

“Don’t wait.”

“I asked him to let me do it later when I become a knight.”

“That’s why I said I would wait.”

“yes?”

“If you were talking about knighthood as a title, then you should go to the palace, but what you were talking about wasn’t a title, was it?”

Dreaming.

Aitri blinked.

I was wondering what this meant.

Then, soon after understanding, he looked surprised and then returned to his expressionless face.

It’s no secret that Encred has the skills to be called a knight, but only a few people know about it.

But you say that so casually.

Aitri was surprised, his disciples were surprised, and even the dwarf was surprised.

The dwarf, who was secretly trying to step aside while the demon slayer and the craftsman were talking, gave up running after seeing the demon slayer turn the tip of his sword toward him without even looking at him.

The dwarf thought he was really dirty. He thought he would be able to talk to a high-ranking person right away.

People who handle weapons are usually amazed when they see my skills. Is it because I haven’t shown my skills yet?

No way, you can tell just by looking at him. If you mess with him, you’ll get screwed. Even if you don’t show your skills, and even if you make a famous sword right here and there, that man won’t use his own sword.

“Haven’t you gone yet?”

Encred spoke absentmindedly, and his disciple quickly took off his step at those words.

Eitri held out his hand again. Encrid handed him the gladius.

The dwarf looked around awkwardly.

“If you get caught running away, I’ll break your legs, but if that’s necessary, you can say it out loud.”

Encrid said as he watched Aitri’s work.

“I will stay quiet.”

The dwarf’s voice was noticeably quieter than before. And no one paid any attention.

Eitri took the hammer and chisel and tapped the part that held the gladius’ blade in place to dismantle it, then lifted the blade to eye level to check its level and condition.

“I’ll heat it up and sharpen it again. Do you tend to use your weapon roughly?”

“Because there are so many tough opponents.”

Encrid answered plainly and without pretense. Aitri began to focus on his work.

Hwaruk.

As soon as he stepped on the bellows, a flame burst out. A blast of heat gushed out, heating up the inside of the forge.

The air was so hot it was hard to breathe, suffocating my lungs.

If Encred himself felt uncomfortable, then Eitri and Frock sitting next to him must have felt uncomfortable as well, but they both remained calm.

Encred looked at Eitri while sitting on the chair. He looked at him for a moment, then came over and showed him the mountain leather as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll take care of that too.”

Eitri glanced at him and answered. Speaking of the Whistle Dagger, he said he could make a few of those too.

“That guy doesn’t look like a guest.”

The Frock I had briefly looked back at earlier had returned to its original posture. He was sitting on a chair higher than the one Encred was sitting on, with both arms propped up on the desk, looking absorbed.

“This is a friend who came to learn how to make jewelry.”

Aitri said.

Encrid was more shocked than ever to see a giant who had become a merchant.

“Prok?”

This question naturally arose: They were born with naturally slippery skin.

They were the ones who used ring-shaped weapons when fighting, and fought with them hanging from their fingers, as oil would flow from their entire bodies depending on their emotional changes.

It wasn’t for nothing that they made things like Loop Sword and Loop X.

The frog’s slippery skin was very advantageous in fighting.

Because it sheds most blades.

Aside from dealing with Will, you basically need to be a master of weapon handling skills to deal with Prok. That’s a big advantage.

But there must be a downside to making delicate jewelry with hands that routinely drop whatever they grab. It was obvious without anyone having to say that it was an extremely difficult task.

Prok was originally a species that was impossible to have a production job.

“Why? Can’t I do it?”

“Prok said. Encred looked at Prok blankly. A sharp protrusion caught his eye on his hand. It was a nail driven into it.

It was a tool to assist with the obvious limitations of slippery palms.

Nailing it into my flesh and using its regenerative powers to hold it in place?

“Just because it’s a proc, does that mean it won’t hurt?”

Even if it wasn’t what Luagarne said, Frock is still in pain.

The very act of putting it in was an act of enduring pain. The nail, entangled with his flesh, would be like another hand to him.

“Why? Do you want to stop it?”

Prock spoke again.

Encrid looked into those frog-like eyes.

Although he had been with Luagarne for some time, he still could not fully distinguish the appearance of the Frock with his eyes.

But I thought I could definitely distinguish their eyes.

It’s the passionate eyes that are sometimes seen in Luagarne.

Those eyes that burn hotter than hers.

“I won’t set my own limits either.”

This is what Luagarne once said.

Encred wasn’t the only one who saw those same eyes in Luagarne.

I saw it a little while ago too.

Shining eyes, the eyes of one moving towards something.

“no.”

Encrid opened his mouth.

As always, he supported dreams. And it was the same now.

“I’ll tell the city manager. Let me know if you need anything.”

Encred said.

“doesn’t exist.”

Frock answered and focused again. Without saying a name, he picked up the chisel to carve the wood.

“We are making the necessary tools.”

Aitri spoke from behind.

A person with a dream helps another person with a dream.

They were always walking, yearning and longing without stopping.

That was what Encred saw in his eyes.