I, the Wizard, Magnus, visited Bazelph's workshop.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of your time with us.
　The first thing I did was to knock on the wooden door of the entrance to indicate that I was coming.
　However, I didn't get any response.
　It's written in the "strategy book" that you're eccentric....
　I was just beginning to ponder whether or not they would even let me in.
　It seems that the door was not closed tightly, and with a knock on the door, it slowly opened on its own.
　Thanks to this, I was able to see the inside of the workshop.

''Wha--Hey, what's going on!

　I stepped into the room with great vigor.
　Because the old dwarf was lying on the floor.
From the copy in the strategy book, I'm sure he's Bazelfr, but....
　He was badly injured. He had bruises all over his body. He had been beaten to a pulp.

''Hey, who the hell did this to you!
The ... man...

　Bazelfr replied breathlessly.

'Brave man!　No way, Eugene and the others!

　When I asked, Bazelph nodded weakly as he fell down.
　That fool..........
　How far do I have to fall to make you feel better.........

No.........for now, we just need to heal our injuries first. Drink the hypotonic. You can have mine. This will go away in a minute.

　As I called out to him to encourage him, I produced a bottle of High Potion from my pocket.
　Unlike ordinary potions, if you buy them, they're quite expensive and valuable, but I got them while I was busy collecting items anyway.
　What a shame.

　However, Bazelph weakly shook his head from side to side.
　He refused to drink it.

''Why?!''
I ... don't accept charity.... First... people... are not to be trusted...

　d*mn, that's the height of bigotry!
　...Well, that's not all.
　Eugene and his friends have treated me badly, and I'm even more stubborn.

　What to do.........
　I was lost in thought and let my gaze wander through the air.
　And then I saw a lot of armor hanging on the wall.
　I pointed to one of them without hesitation, saying, "Sell me that wonderful spear.

"Sell me that wonderful spear.

　It's the most expensive rank B equipment hanging on the wall by far. If it was sold at auction, it would not cost less than eight thousand gold coins.
　It's probably the workmanship that Bazelph forged himself, and he's proud of it. The way it is decorated shows his pride in himself.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find one that you can afford. I dare to say that.

I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I have enough money on hand. It seems that the money I have on hand is not enough. It's just a matter of getting back to the inn. But it's such a gem. It may be sold before it's too late. It's a shame. Here's your hyphen in exchange for some money.
That's enough. I get it.

　Bazelph burst out laughing in a muffled voice as he endured the pain.
　This eccentric-looking geezer probably doesn't even laugh once a year?
　He was definitely smiling with such an atmosphere.

''Well enough with the farce. I'll be grateful for that potion, human.
My name is Magnus. I am Magnus the Wizard.
"Thank you, Wizard Magnus.

　Bazelluff politely accepted the bottle of Hypocation and carefully drank it.
　In no time at all, the wound healed and Bazelfr stood up vigorously.

And what do you want with me, Magnus?　You don't really want that spear, do you, Master Wizard?
'Hahaha!　Well, I've come to you because I know you're a first-rate blacksmith and I have some magic items for you to forge. I've prepared the materials for you. Now we just need to make sure that the reward is commensurate with your pride and skill, but to be honest, it would be nice to see you lose a little. Specifically, the equivalent of a bottle of hypos.
'Haha!　Well, okay, I see. You're right. We're going to lose. Don't be stingy with me, but I'll give you two high potions.
You're a man with a big belly, aren't you?
He's quite a looker, isn't he?　This is still what I used to do when I was young.
'I suppose in the dwarven aesthetic, yes, but if you're a human man, you'll have a woman telling you to pull back your belly more.

　The air between the two men is also melting between them as they talk lightly to each other.
　We may be of different races, but we're still man and man.
　I'm a bit of an eccentric person, too, and I share the same pride in my own skills in magic and blacksmithing, despite our different paths, as Bazelph.
　In short, we are similar to each other.

　But after a moment of laughter, Bazelph cleared his throat.
　He looked awkward, apologetic, and confessed, "I would like to take on the request.

As much as I would love to take on the request, there is one problem. I've lost my beloved hammer to a brave man.
After all, if it's not something you love, it's not the same thing?
I'd like to say that I'm a full-fledged blacksmith and I don't choose my tools, but when it comes to hammering magic items, it's a different story. You need a hammer made of mithril, adamantite or some other metal with magical powers to forge it.
I see...

　I groaned as my mind went to work.
　But Eugene is bothering me for nothing.
When it comes to mithril smith hammers and adamantine smith hammers, they're not so easy to obtain.

　I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it, so I consulted the strategy book.
I read through the index of the chapter on "Items" and found one place where I could find it.
　And then one place caught my eye.

"Well, well, well...
What's the matter, Magnus?　What's the book?　What does it say?
I'll tell you later, Master Bazelfr.

　I said with a chuckle.

'It looks like you can get your hands on one - the Orichalcon Smith Hammer.