The Max Level Hero Strikes Back!

noticed the strange power within the swords and wanted to ask Davey about it, but he didn’t give them a chance to.

“I think I need to get some rest.
I am human, after all.”

“Ahem!”

“I… I apologize.”

Still, the dwarves couldn’t easily let go of their desires to examine the swords in detail.

* * *

Davey was completely knocked out after his four days of endless work.
He only woke up after one entire day had passed, even though he was strong enough to not feel tired very easily.
Perhaps because he had put all his strength and energy into making the swords, he had fallen into an incredibly deep sleep.

But after a proper rest, Davey felt super refreshed.
He woke up and spent his time relaxing and sharing his wisdom with the dwarves who were racking their brains trying to make a new sacred item.

“W—Wise teacher! Wouldn’t the sturdiness be significantly decreased?”

“Ah, you have to alter the temperature of the flame.
You need to adjust the temperature as you work with the tougher metals that also have more mana-affinity than mithril.
That way, you won’t risk breaking it.”

“Woah…”

“And Elder Romdhi, don’t try to force layers just by hammering.
You have to do it naturally.”

“L—Like this?”

“A little lighter.”

“Ah! Okay! Thank you, Wise teacher! Wahaha!”

They were dwarves skilled enough to be the leaders of a dwarf village.
Even though there were some that could not be elders, everyone here was craftsman with highly acknowledged skills.
They were all proud of that fact.

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Only the most extraordinary craftsmen could become elders, but if someone other than dwarves saw them right now, they looked more like newbies who were beginning to learn blacksmithing.
They were just much more passionate.

These dwarves had let go of their pride and were now purely filled with passion.
They yearned to learn more; it was as if they had gone back to the time they first held their hammer.
And so, teaching them was also quite an interesting and rewarding job.

Dwarves were as stubborn as bulls, but they always repaid their debts.
For better or for worse.
To them, they owed Davey a huge debt of gratitude.
And the more they were indebted to him, the more he could gain from them; it wasn’t a bad trade.

-That’s not how you really feel.

‘I have an excuse to relax and enjoy my life.
How nice is that?’

-You are quite easygoing.

‘You have to rest when you have the chance.
After all, we’re all doing this to live comfortably, right?’

-I wish I had a body.

Strangely, Davey felt that Perserque would lay around all day and sip juice if she was given a physical body.

As for the situation in the Heins territory, Davey had nothing to worry about since he was getting daily reports from Royal Attendant Bernile through the communication crystal.
Since the territory needed another month to really get up and going, all he could do was idly stare at the sky even if he was at the territory right now.

Thanks to the techniques Davey was teaching them, the dwarves were successfully crafting their second sacred item.
Everything was going according to plan, so the enormous sword that was the main component of the sacred item began showing its greatness.

The dwarves made everything other than the nucleus and the skeletal structure with their own skills and techniques, so they were extremely proud and delighted.
The sacred item might just be a trivial tool to Davey, but it was a new spiritual anchor to the dwarves.
They were probably overjoyed at the fact that they were able to recreate the sacred item with their own hands.

There was a high rock cliff that overlooked the entire area from just outside the village.
This was where the elders of the Yellowstone Tribe, which was surrounded by rocky terrain, came to grab firewood.
It was also a nice place to enjoy the view, perfect for relaxing with a hammock or something.

“Thank you, wise teacher.
We dwarves are known to be hot-tempered, but we always repay our debt.
We are forever indebted to you.”

As Davey was enjoying the view while munching on a coconut-like fruit, someone approached him and handed him a unique-looking ceramic.
It was Golgouda, the highest elder in the Yellowstone Tribe.
He greeted the dwarf, “Oh, Elder Golgouda.”

“This is, um… This is a liquor that my brother really cherishes.
I heard that you like to drink.”

Quite a long time had passed with Davey sharing his wisdom with the dwarves after he had finished the Blue Ribbon and Red Ribbon.
In the meantime, he taught them new skills during the day and had drinks with them at night.
The dwarves were very friendly to Davey, a human who knew the etiquette of dwarves and the person who gave them a glimmer of hope.
Of course, they probably liked him more because he won the Eighth Elder Goulda, the best drinker in the tribe, in a drinking competition.