Crockta couldn’t figure out why the famous Golden Anvil tribe’s blacksmith was here in such a shabby manner, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask and gulped instead.0

Tiyo relieved Crockta’s frustration, “Why is such an artisan begging here like a beggar?”0

“What do you mean begging? You tiny gnome brat!”0

“If I am tiny, are you a small scrap?”1

Two people of similar short stature yelled at each other. Jakiro was bigger in size, but Tiyo did not back down at all.0

Jakiro glared at Tiyo, then twitched his face and said to Crockta, “In any case, oh warrior, if you continue to use Ogre Slayer, it will break one day, and you will never be able to fight with it again.”0

“…!”0

“However, if you think that you have been using it for a long time and that it’s a good time to get a new weapon, then you can just go.”0

Crockta stared at Ogre Slayer. It was a weapon that fit perfectly in his palms, the best battle buddy ever. Crockta was familiar with everything from Ogre Slayer’s shape and center of gravity to the pressure it gave off when he held it!0

However, even if it was a cherished battle buddy, and if it was time for it to be laid to rest, then it couldn’t be helped. He had no choice but to happily let it go!0

Crockta nodded, “Thank you. I will get a new weapon.”0

“To start anew, you must boldly throw away relics of the past,” Anor said.0

“I envy you. My General is too sturdy, so I can’t even change it.” Tiyo said in his usual snobbish ...0