The master smith stared at the scene with his mouth wide open. He had only just been ecstatic that this whole crappy situation was finally coming to an end. The whole thing had been a mistake to begin with.
He should never have been hot-headed enough to accept a challenge from an unknown person. His gut feeling was already telling him that the guy in front of him was not simple. He even ended up summoning that problematic Leonel out of nowhere.
How did he even know about him? He had made sure to erase the useless guy into oblivion and yet here he was today, standing in front of him and smithing no less.
The master smith instantly knew that he had fucked up. His only hope was that the idiot would as usual end up forging something useless out of his nervousness. But to his dismay, even that did not happen.
Even after all this time, the damned guy's talent was intact. In the end, the bastard cooked something impossible from random, cheap materials, and that too in record time.
