The Max Level Hero Strikes Back!

wanted something like orichalcum or adamantium to finish the swords off, but it was difficult to obtain something that luxurious.

However, that problem was solved unexpectedly.

‘How lucky.’

“W—Wait! I’ll lend you my workshop! Although I am not very skilled as compared to you, I have maintained it meticulously! There are plenty of tools for you to use your full abilities!” Golgouda offered.

“Hm?” Davey was puzzled, since a personal workshop was a sacred space to a craftsman.

Golgouda shouted passionately, “And I have something that you can use for the finishing material!” Golgouda wasn’t cooperating just because Davey was going to teach him; his eyes were filled with the desire to see the finished work of Surtr, the ‘Thousand-day Blacksmith’.
The Primordial Inferno didn’t seem to concern him any longer.

‘Excuse me.
Out of everyone, you shouldn’t be the one to act like that.’

The dwarves stared at Davey, curious as to what he was going to show next.
They were almost like dogs excitedly wagging their tails.

“If it’s you… You might be able to make a sword that matches up to the divine sword! Just wait!”

The dwarves stared at Golgouda in shock as he ran off somewhere as fast as he could.

“No way, Grandpops Golgouda!”

“Is he going to bring that out?”

“He’s crazy! He’s going to bring the thing that he even hid away from the elders?!”

Davey looked puzzled as he heard the dwarves shout in shock.
‘How great is it that they are making that big of a fuss over it?’

Davey’s question was answered as soon as Golgouda ran over and handed him a small object.
He could feel the mana, which was intensely unique and different from the usual kind.

“What…is this?” Feeling the unfamiliar kind of mana, Davey squinted and unwrapped the cloth to see something white.
Although it was for a mere second, he realized what the object was almost instinctively.

-Bones?

‘What the hell.’

“These are the bones of a dragon that my ancestors have left me.
It seems that it has absorbed mana for quite some time.”

Davey was dumbfounded at the unexpected finishing material he had received.
It had been a long time since he was this shocked.

“Yes, it is my family’s treasure that has been passed down from generation to generation.
I have looked after it because there wasn’t anyone who could use it, but… You…” Golgouda looked at Davey with twinkling eyes.
He knew the dragon bones were absolutely perfect for the incomplete swords, which had been circulating mana and aging for thousands of years.

“Wow.” Davey was truly astonished.
He wasn’t as good a craftsman as Surtr, but that didn’t mean that Davey couldn’t do what Surtr had been able to do; it was common for the student to outperform the master in the craftsman’s path.
He felt that this could very well create an extremely great weapon.

***

“Ahem! W—Wise teacher! Let’s have a talk!” One of the dwarf elders, who was awkwardly glancing around, approached Davey hesitantly.
“Uh… Hm.
I understand that Grandpops Golgouda has helped you with a lot of things…”

“Yes, I am honored to have received many gifts from him.”

“Right.
Don’t you think that he would feel a little uncomfortable if you were to use his workshop when you already got the finest material out there? So…why don’t you use my…”

“Y—You grandpa!” Golgouda shouted.

“Shriek!”

“Get lost! I already called dibs on him!”

“Hmph! How could you take all the honor for yourself?”

“That’s right! This is tyranny!”

“Our workshops can match up to yours! This is up to the wise teacher to decide!”

“W—What?!” Golgouda shouted.

The atmosphere got riled up in seconds, and the dwarves looked like they could start a fight at any minute.
Dwarves were known to be hot-tempered, so they would really end up in a fistfight if Davey just left them to keep bickering.
It seemed like progress wouldn’t be made unless he put a stop to these dwarves, who were fiercely arguing as if they had a death wish.

“Now, now.
Everyone stop,” Davey said.

“Ahem!”

“Since Elder Golgouda offered his place first, it would be right to use it.”

“Ahem! If you say so…”

“If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask! I will get it to you!”

“Ah! It’s a very small amount, but I have orichalcum!”

“What! You grandpa?! T—Then, I will use my family treasure, too! I will give you the 100-year-old Torcilim reagent!” Sixth Elder Perdom shouted as if he was in a large auction.

“Hmph! 100 grams of adamantium! It is our family treasure! I could boast about it for decades if it were to be used in the last work of the ‘Thousand-day Blacksmith’!”

“Look at this guy! You think that’s important?! It’s the family treasure! Family treasure!”

“Hey, you grandpa! It’s better to invest it and raise the prestige of our family, rather than letting it rot somewhere! And is that the reagent in your hand? You always threw your hammer at me whenever I asked to see it!” Seventh Elder Ranselle shouted, not backing down.

The elders kept yelling.
It became a competition of who could offer the best thing; now, everyone hopped on the bandwagon and began shouting, presenting Davey with what they had.
Individually, the materials offered weren’t as notable as the ancient dragon bones that Golgouda had offered, but they all added up into a significant haul.

‘Wow.’ Davey couldn’t help but let out a gasp of astonishment as the dwarves went on.
Even if they were dwarves, it was still difficult for them to accumulate fine materials.
Extremely rare metals such as orichalcum or adamantium were very valuable; few craftsmen could even see these materials in their entire lifetime.
Only tiny amounts could be found at once, so it only became a sizable amount over the accumulation of generations.
It was truly something that deserved the title of a family treasure.