《Arcana》Chapter 25 - The Village Chief
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John Cramuel… where have I heard that name before…
*cough! cough!*
“”“Chief!”””
“Before anything else, the medicine…!” [Stephan]
“Of course! Here!” [Ruin]
The attendant; Stephan, punched a hole into one of the fruits then directly made the village chief drink it with a straw then moments later…
VOOOOMMM
Arcana suddenly surged through the room.
As if a flood had passed, the arcana regulates.
Slowly, the village chief’s complexion lights up.
“AaaaAaaah, much better” [John Cramuel]
“I-It really is a miracle fruit…” [Lan]
To think the effects would be that fast!
…?!
Suddenly, I felt something pulling my ear to the ground then a whisper came
“It’s all thanks to you” [Enrica]
“Eh?” [Lan]
“Yeeeaaaaaaaah I’m back!!!” [John Cramuel]
“”“Chief?!”””
The chief was suddenly dancing on top of the bed he was in… dancing?!
Now I remember!!!
“Chief!” [Lan]
“Hooo~ what it is Lan-boy?” [Tsikee]
…who am I now?
Oh, whatever
“Are you perhaps the legendary blacksmith… Tsikee?” [Lan]
“HAHAHAHA! I haven’t heard anyone call me by that name for a while! You’re quite sharp… you’re right Lan-boy, I certainly am Tsikee” [Tsikee]
(Edit : From Village Chief > John Cramuel > Tsikee)
“L-Lan-boy…?” [Lan]
“Out in the surface… I don’t know how long ago, I was indeed one of the master blacksmiths at that time. When everything was in chaos, weapons were needed. Nobody wanted weapons that would break easily since weapons aren’t cheap. I was a bit well known since durability was my specialty. My shop became a tourist attraction after some time since I’d dance every time I’d work ha~ such distant memories…” [Tsikee]
So this person is the dwarf from our legends…
I got to meet a living legend.
Wow…
Well, a god stole my first kiss
I don’t think this taps that.
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“All of our weapons were made by the chief y’know” [Taft]
“Don’t go acting all high and mighty” [Stonoir]
“Hehe” [Taft]
“E-eh?! All of those gigantic weapons?! Amazing…” [Lan]
“That’s right Lan-boy, I fit the weapon to the user but I only make weapons from time to time, mostly for our elites since I had that disease but now I’m free! HAHAHA!” [Tsikee]
Such an enthusiastic person…
“By the way chief, it was Lan who got all those fruits and he saved our butts” [Ruin]
“Hmm? What happened?” [Tsikee]
“We got caught by adult Succubus Orchids and were about to be eaten then he went bam! Kablaam! Swoosh! Then we got saved” [Taft]
What kind of vocabulary is that?
“Well, of course he’d be capable. He is a Venick after all” [Tsikee]
Venick…
“W-What do you know about the Venick last name sir? Could you please enlighten me?” [Lan]
“Forgive me Lan-boy but it’s rather not my place to tell you that tale… Instead, since you saved me and my underlings-“ [Tsikee]
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING UNDELINGS HUH?!” [All]
“Let me make you a weapon” [Tsikee]
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