“This is all I can do for you. Its state is exactly like before, right when the ‘Thousand-day Blacksmith’ first handed it over to the dwarves. The rest is up to you,” Davey said.

“But… We can’t even work on the finishing touches with our current level of skill,” Golgouda replied.

“Then, you have to learn.” Davey smiled.

Golgouda had an eager expression on his face. “C… Can you teach us those skills?”

“I’m willing to do that for a trade. You’re okay with that, right?” Davey asked.

“Of course! I would sell my soul to the devil if I could catch up to our ancestors’ skills!”

“T… Teach me! I will do anything you say!”

“Teach me! N—No, please teach me, wise teacher!”

The other dwarves were eager to learn as well.

‘Man, look at the change in attitude.’

“Alright. Then…”

No one regarded Davey as a mere greenhorn prince anymore, since the dwarves had seen what he could do with their very own eyes. They’d probably still struggle to believe it without first-hand experience, because it was hard to believe that a young human who was barely an adult was an expert blacksmith.

The dwarves stared at Davey nervously...