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This was rest that he had deprived himself of having throughout the day.

After punishing himself for depending on his father, he had gone around the Blacksmith market all day. He had been so goal-oriented that he had even forgotten to eat.

on top of that, he had been working at the forge till late in the night. His body was currently at its limit. His mind was thirsty for work, but his body was tired. The fatigue was most likely triggered the moment he sat down to think.

"You need to eat something," a deep voice spoke up from behind him. Chiron did not even need to look back to know who it was.

Ganja came close to him and dropped a small plate of two pieces of nearly cored meat by his side, along with a bottle of wine.

"thank you for the wine, but once it's morning, LEAVE!" Ganja turned and left the Smithy.

Chiron did not even have the opportunity to answer, Ganja walked out of the room, almost as fast as he came.

Chiron did not see his face. All he saw was the back of the dwarf leaving the place, stubbing his foot hard on the ground to shake off his obvious drunkenness.

Chiron used what little strength he could muster and sat upright. He knew it. He now had the Black smith's attention.

He first reached for the bottle of wine. The weight of which was lighter than he expected. The dwarf, in his generosity, had given him half a bottle of wine.

Chiron enjoyed the meal, and when he was done, he rested a while before going back to work.

This time around, he did it as he saw in the memory booster. The results were better, but he knew his technique was rough and lacking. But worse of all, the tools he was using were a little too ancient.

while contemplating changing them for new ones, he discovered a set of symbols at the side of the forge he had never noticed before.

At first, he was not sure what it was, but the moment he dusted out the dirt on it, he could not help but smile at such a fortune.

As it turned out, this forge was not just a normal one. Chiron immediately went to check on the other tools he had been using.

He found out that most of them, if not all were in-grained with different symbols.

To the untrained eyes, these were just markings, but as someone that was most familiar with them. He knew what there were. These were Runes.

Ganja was a dwarf. A race of genius minds for crafting. They were also responsible for creating Runes. There was a similarity between spirit symbols and Runes. However, if Runes were in secondary school, then spirit symbols were kindergarten.

Of cause, this was depending on the grade of either. But the fact still remained that Runes were superior.

What's more, one did not need any kind of energy to carve one. Of course, energies could be carved into them, but that was only based on personal preference.

Runes are considered the foundation of rules for any form of matter.

It was like the absolute law of gravity that stated that whatever goes up, must come down.

Runes are Law.

"A Dwarf that can carve runes. No wonder you were so famous." Chiron said to himself.

Chiron noticed that the Runes on the forge and some of the equipment were damaged. He stopped his work to fix them.

Meanwhile, Ganja went back to bed. He did not consider himself to be a bad person, and that was why he shared his food with Chiron. After seeing the zeal for forging in the eight-year-old child, he could not help but remember his younger days. It moved him.

However, his days of forging were over. His love for it had cost him his life. All he wished for was to drink until he died.

The next day, he woke up once more to the smell of alcohol. But this time around, the noise from the smithy was over. he did not even bother checking. As far as he was concerned, the boy took his advice and was gone.

But the next day came and to his surprise, he could hear noise coming from the Smithy once more. In fact, it was even louder than before.

He could hear the banging of hammer against metal. Out of curiosity, he went to check it out.

He saw that the boy was still there. At the moment, he was shirtless and hitting something with the hammer on the anvil. His professional eyes observed Chiron's hand movement as he beat against the metal on the anvil.

"Amature! He whispered and went back to his room.

Soon, the beating stopped once more. This time around, Ganja was more than certain that Chiron had given up.

The reason was quite simple. The silence was longer than the last time.

The night went by like this. It was now the third day. However, unlike the last two days, Ganja did not smell any opened bottles of alcohol.

But just to be sure, he got out to check.

This time around, two items were in front of his door. The first was the bottle of wine. The reason he had not smelled it was that it was not opened.

The next thing he saw beside the bottle of wine was a short blade.

Unlike one would expect, his hand first went to the blade.

As he touched it, his eyes opened up and his hands could not help but shiver slightly.

"Unbelievable... Such purity... That's not possible."