The Max Level Hero Strikes Back!

e, the immoral saintess who liked to drink, had warned Davey to never have a drink with him, it was clear how much of a heavy drinker the man had been.
The problem was that because Davey had learned swordsmanship from him, he had often had drinks with him.
Thinking back, Davey thought that maybe the most difficult thing he had to endure while training at the Hall was having had to have that damn drink.
Since Dokgo Jun’s usual spirits could even wipe out transcendent beings who handled mana, it had been difficult for Davey to bear it.

‘Compared to his, dwarf spirit is nothing.’

[Hiccup! You want to learn more? Hiccup! Then get me another bottle.
I’ll teach you if you can tolerate it.
Just so you know, if you pass out, I’m going to work you hard.]

The image of Dokgo Jun worshiping alcohol as a god and working as the missionary was still fresh in Davey’s memory.

“Hiccup! I didn’t think I’d ever see a human better at drinking than a dwarf…”

“There are many kinds of people in the world, right?”

“Pahahaha! Hiccup! Everything looks like…it’s spinning…”

Thud! Finally, Goulda gave in to his intoxication and slept with his head slammed against the table.
It was clear who the winner was.

“Wow! Grandpop Goulda fell!”

“What a rare sight!”

“Pahahaha!!!”

As Goulda fell asleep, the surroundings became rowdy again.
Even the dwarves, who were shocked at how much Davey was able to drink, laughed and chattered.

‘A few seconds ago, he couldn’t even hold himself up properly from being so drunk.
Now, he has good judgment.’

“Hey, you human! Amazing!”

“My, how did you drink all that?”

“I can’t believe the drunkard of our tribe passed out like that!”

‘The best?’ Davey chuckled and stared at Goulda, but the old dwarf had already passed out from all the alcohol.

-You’re going to have to wait a day.

‘I think so, too.’

Watching Goulda be carried out by other dwarves, Davey turned his glance over to the remaining dwarves and smiled.
“Who wants to be my next competitor?”

‘I’ve ignited their competitive spirit, so I should at least make a campfire with it.’

* * *

“Well, a bet is a bet.
Okay, what are you so curious about?” Goulda asked.

“Did you say the Primordial Inferno has been causing the village to be so disorderly?” Davey threw a question back.

After hearing Davey’s question, Goulda suddenly went stiff from going all limp from the alcohol.
Then, with a chuckle, he slumped onto the table.
“Well, what can be done? The problem is the old sword that had been protecting our Yellowstone Tribe has broken.”

“It broke?”

“Yeah.
It’s strange.” Goulda seemed dissatisfied by something and let out a sigh.

“Then, can’t you just give up on it?” Davey asked.

Goulda stared at Davey as if he was trying to figure out the intentions behind Davey’s honest question.
“Even though it’s old and not made for attacking, it’s kind of like our spiritual anchor, in a way.”

“Is that so? I apologize.”

“Usually, the tribes take turns taking care of the sword.
The tribe that receives the sword must take care of the sword for a certain amount of time; that is the promise and the rule.
It’s been under the care of my father… But my brother and I are in charge of it now, because my father returned to the earth much earlier than we had expected.”

After hearing Goulda’s explanation, Davey managed to figure out the current situation.
It was the Yellowstone Tribe’s turn to take care of the dwarves’ sacred weapon, but after Goulda’s father, who had been the only one fit to manage the sword, had passed so early, Goulda and his brother were hurried into taking over the role.
Then, now that the sword itself had broken apart… Davey could sort of understand the situation.

As Davey nodded his head slowly, Goulda stared at him silently.
Goulda asked Davey, “Okay, since I like you, I will ask this question: is that all you wish to know?”

Davey smiled.
Dwarves had a strong sense of pride, but they were kind to species they found friendly and likable.
All he did was have a drink with Goulda, but of course, he didn’t try to maintain a good impression for nothing.
He said, “Actually, I am a little skilled in blacksmithing, so… Would I be able to watch you do your work as a late learner?”

Goulda flinched as he heard Davey’s question.

* * *

As soon as the sun came up, Goulda quickly headed to the Central Workshop, the best workshop of the Yellowstone Tribe, as if he was never drunk.
Davey quietly followed along.

Although magic existed in this world, scientific technology was less developed than Earth because magic was much more advanced.
In fact, when the people on Earth used technology to raise the temperature of a blast furnace, most kingdoms and empires required the help of magic or alchemy.
All that the furnaces of a smithy in a territory or city could do were tasks like melting iron and such, but…

The Great Furnace of the dwarves was different.
This enormous furnace, the pinnacle of the dwarves’ skills and crafts, was their pride.
Hundreds of spinning wheels spun to automatically operate bellows, and it withstood extremely high temperatures because it was made out of a special material.
As such, the temperature the Great Furnace could go up to was about 3000 degrees celsius.
Of course, even this Great Furnace would start to crumble if the temperature was raised higher than that.

-I can’t believe that all this was made without any magic or alchemy and just by their craft.

Intrigued by Davey’s explanation, Perserque flew beside Davey while nodding.
Even though she had lived for a long time, she still couldn’t have seen something like this.
This was unsurprising since she had mostly lived in spirit form.

“Oh, Gol… Hey, who did you bring in here?”