Chapter 144: Chapter 82: Mysterious Blacksmith
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Leonard Churchill walked in, his gaze quickly sweeping the surroundings.
This was a traditional blacksmith shop.
The shop owner was a middle-aged burly man with a beard, who was rhythmically hammering a red-hot iron block clamped with iron tongs on the anvil in front of a blazing forge.
The owner didn’t pay much attention to the new customer, stating directly, “Silver-plating work costs three silver coins, materials not included.”
“Alright. Please silver-plate these arrows for me.”
Leonard originally planned to engage in some small talk and subtly inquire about the situation in the Burial Mountain Mine.
However, the moment he saw the blacksmith, he noticed a faint dark light pulsating from him.
He thought he might be seeing things, so he continued probing, “Mr. George,
I’m an adventurer from Owen City. Do you know what has happened in the
Burial Mountain Mine? Why are there werewolves there?”
The name of the city was something he had gleaned from the locals, and he
had changed into a local linen outfit.
He wanted to see if he could glean a different kind of information under the guise of being not a demon hunter but adventurer.
However, he didn’t get the information he expected, instead he again saw an uncontrollable surge of dark power radiating from the blacksmith.
“Magic power out of control!”
In that instance, Leonard confirmed it wasn’t an illusion, a wave of surprise washing over him.
He was not unfamiliar with such a situation.
It was just like when he had encountered the “Lone Wolf” Baron, the man standing in front of him was suffering from uncontrolled energy within his body!
What was happening?
Inconspicuously, a blacksmith contains uncontrolled dark power within him?
Leonard immediately realized in his heart, this might be a major hidden plot that no one had discovered before!
However, despite the shock, he didn’t reveal any surprise on his face.
The blacksmith didn’t give him another glance either, simply stating
dismissively, “I don’t know.”
Perhaps, because Leonard had disguised himself as an adventurer, the blacksmith added, “Young adventurer, that mine is very dangerous, the town has already hired demon hunters to deal with it. If you want to earn some bounty, you can ask Mayor Barn, he knows more.”
“Alright. Thank you for your advice, sorry to have disturbed you.
Hearing this, Leonard didn’t ask further. He put on the guise of a young adventurer who could be easily fooled and turned to leave.
Now that he knew that the blacksmith was a hidden powerful existence, he didn’t dare to linger.
Whatever the situation, it was better not to provoke the man now.
As Leonard walked down the street, his mind was analyzing his recent discoveries.
This Alternate Dimension world had powerful knights and witches, it wasn’t strange for the town to harbor a hidden master.
But this blacksmith had been in the deep part of the mine and was the only survivor, that changed things.
He judged from the brief flash of uncontrolled magic he’d seen on the blacksmith, this man was no weaker than Baron “Lone Wolf”.
So why would such a strong being dodge questions about what had happened in the mine?
Leonard couldn’t figure it out.
Having pieced together this important clue, he felt he was getting closer to the truth.
Townsend Town was not too big. As he wandered around, he heard a commotion from the side of the street.
Looking up, he saw a wooden sign hanging, that read “Miner’s Tavern”.
This was the only tavern in town.
It was also the designated gathering place for hunters.
Half a day had passed since the hunters entered the space, they had probably gathered most of the resources they could find.
Most of these hunters were now feasting and drinking in the tavern.
They filled their belly and quenched their thirst, waiting for later when they could head together to the mine and collectively hunt the werewolves.
Leonard thought for a moment and then entered the tavern.
Having toured most of the town, he was keen to hear if these hunter guys had found any clues.
“Scarface, heard you guys found a Black Iron Knight Breathing Technique Secret Manual? Tsk, that’s tens of thousands in hand…”
“Old Cliff, you managed to grab a Demon Beast Crystal Core from the jewelry store? What damn luck that is…”
“Hey, did you guys investigate any clues? What exactly is the situation with that Burial Mountain Mine…”
“Investigate my foot, those residents don’t have a clue.
“You guys don’t know, the women in this town are so damn juicy, like that milk seller’s wife, she’s just like a dairy cow. I tried my utmost questioning, guess what? Still didn’t get any information… Hahaha.”
Upon entering the tavern, various conversations filled his ears.
Some were discussing serious matters, others were sharing raunchy stories.
Leonard glanced around. Five administrators from the Black Wolf Group were there, but the two suspicious individuals were not to be seen.
Hunters were seated in groups of three to five, chatting and boasting about their findings.
There were very few lone hunters in this space, most formed small groups like these. However, most of them were here for the werewolf hunting rewards, very few were really interested in unearthing clues and solving the plot. Leonard walked to a corner and sat down, calling upon the tavern owner to bring him a mug of beer.
He listened quietly for a while, but didn’t discover any valuable information.
As he was halfway through his drink, the creaking noise of the butterfly door announced the entry of three people into the tavern.
Leonard cast a glance.
Even though they had changed their clothes and covered their faces, he recognized them as Tracy Garcia and her group.
The hunters inside the tavern sized up the three newcomers, their glances were less than friendly.
Female hunters were few in number, and having two in a group of three was bound to draw attention.
However, Liam Martinez was a bona fide Black Knight, his aura was extraordinary, the hunters didn’t dare to start any conflict.
As soon as Tracy entered, her gaze swept over the tavern and quickly landed on Leonard who was sitting alone at a table. Her face lit up..