Unlucky Dead: A LitRPG Adventure (Liorel Online Book 1) by M B Reid

Author:M B Reid [Reid, M B]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Published: 2018-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

I stepped into the dimly lit black-smithy, and the smile was wiped off my face immediately. The store looked like it had been raided. Only a few weapons hung on the racks behind the counter - those that had been locked in place with bands of iron. The bust stood naked, stripped of its platemail. A single curved horn was all that remained of the skyrim helmet, presumably it had been broken off when the thieves had taken everything. Only the peasants tools stood untouched.

The grizzled blacksmith looked pale and deflated as he sat behind the counter, combing his sausage-like fingers through his beard. The old man barely looked up as I approached.

“What’s happened here?”

“Jus’ what it looks like. She’s all gone.” He said in a slow dejected tone. He sounded how a zombie might, if it were capable of moaning for more than brains.

“I… I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

“Nay boy, I’m all but sunk. Things were bad when it was just ore t’was lacking. Ain’t nothing for you… unless…” He paused, and his eyes lit up with recognition. I could practically see the light-bulb switch on in his head.

“You’re the boy as was gonna fetch me the ore!” He exclaimed, bounding to his feet. He exuded a bubble of hope as he peered at me. My grin returned.

“Yes sir, and I’ve got it all here.” I slung my backpack off my back as the old man came around to my side of the counter.

“Yer a lifesaver m’boy!” The old man shouted, slapping me on the back with a big meaty club of a hand.

I transferred the hundred chunks of ore from my inventory to his - giving him everything Logan and I had managed to gather from the kobold encampment. The old man’s eyes went wide as he accepted the transfer, and I could have sworn he was almost tearful.

“A hundred ore? I was hoping you’d get maybe twenty! This means the world to me boy, the world!”

And then the unexpected happened. The burly bearded man, who had previously seemed capable only of growling and grumbling, swept me off my feet with an enormous hug.

“I can rebuild everything with this!” He announced, setting me back on the ground.

“You’re welcome” I managed, before he blundered around to his side of the till again.

“God bless ye boy. Whatever you want is yours” He gestured at the wall behind him and his elation dissipated.

“Wha’s left of it anywho”

I surveyed what remained on the wall. The few weapons didn’t look that appealing, not compared to the scimitar that hung at my hip. There was one shield left however, and it sang to me. It was shaped like a kite, each of the four quarters painted either red or white in an alternating pattern. It was held to the wall by thick iron bands across the top and bottom. Scratch marks marred the edges of the bottom band, as if the thieves had struggled against it before giving up.

“What about that shield?” I asked.

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