Chapter 1212 – Exhibition

Exhibition.

One of the large-scale events called “Three major events” At the end of the earth.

Unlike the Steel Colosseum and the production meeting, where many people participated and enjoyed it, there was a strong feeling that the right to participate in the exhibition was reserved for the high-ranking people, even if they did not know how to see it.

As the name suggests, the exhibition exhibits goods, and of course, high-value items with high value are displayed first.

This is the holy ground of the dwarves. In a place where there are no missing items, only more special items are selected.
It is the exhibition that boasts a higher competition rate than common sense to the extent that items that would be decorated as heirlooms for generations of noble families are commonplace here.

With very few exceptions, only Dwarves participated, and the Dwarves, who were called the richest people in the world, came to show off their wealth and influence, so the level was higher than expected.

One hour before the exhibition opens.
Two old dwarves who are in charge of the event. The Grand Sorcerer and the Chancellor walked inside the exhibition with their subordinates and examined if there were any items that did not meet the standard.

Then. One of them frowned.
At the end of his gaze is a bottle of wine. There was an item marked as Nota 100 years old.

“What is that?”
“That, that’s…”

The subordinate made a puzzled face.
Although it is rare for alcohol to be displayed at an exhibition, it is not uncommon.
Dwarves are a race that lives and dies on alcohol, so any alcohol with high value is highly evaluated.

However, Nota was a cheap product that even ordinary people could get by spending a little money.
The 100-year-old is a bit better, but it’s still not up to the level that will be featured in this exhibition.

‘No. Surely there was no hit?’

The old Dwarf was shocked at the perplexity of his subordinates who checked the list of exhibit items all night yesterday as well! Shouted.

“The VIPs are also here, how will they see our Dwarf level if we display the bottles there? Let’s abolish alcohol in this tournament!”
“”All right!!””

The wrath of the ruler of the Holy Land moved his subordinates swiftly.
The organizers approached the participant exhibiting the Nota and asked for understanding that this item could not be exhibited, and soon the participant sighed and was visibly disappointed.

However, soon the contestant met the eyes of the old dwarf and secretly smiled.
In his mind, a large amount of money that he promised to receive soon appeared in his mind.

And the old dwarf smiled and nodded, thinking of killing him as soon as the exhibition was over.

‘Khehe. Eight days. I know you have ‘Fiery’.’

It was a famous story among the high-ranking people of the Holy Land that Dudu, the ‘giant’ of the headstrong Hest, was hired as a Fiery.

‘Do you think I didn’t know why you were so confident? Heck heck.’

The old dwarf looked at the ultra-luxury items that shone even brighter in the lighting with a satisfied face. It wasn’t only the outside that was gorgeous, but all of them were expensive and valuable items that made it hard to keep your mouth shut.

I assure you, Dre would never win without Fiery.

‘Still, Fiery is a waste. After killing you, this body will take over…’

The old dwarf believed in a bright future and walked away with a chuckle.

At the news of the abolition of alcohol, there was someone other than the old dwarves who smiled brightly, and it was Mold Mold.
In order to perfectly win the bet with Dre, she mobilized the family elders and several acquaintances she had recruited so far to display the top-secret treasure in Hest.
The invincible thing that anyone wants to see at least once…!!

‘Fiery would have been a bit dangerous, but in the end you lost.’

Mold Mold also knew that Dre had Fiery.

Also. He quickly accepted the fact that the chancellor and the great sorcerer did not like him and were trying hard to get him a bad reputation.

‘Because you’re stupid. I’m a girl who doesn’t fight a losing battle. Are you willing to accept the bet? He’s ugly and he has no idea?’

Mold Mold, who laughed at Dre inwardly, was confident of victory.
If it wasn’t Fiery, what the stranger Dre would offer would be the special weapons the stranger had, but look around.

One of the Gentiles’ perks. ‘Weapon perks’ are all over the place.

‘The sword that froze and burned the continent. A spear that summons a huge iceberg with one swing. There are many other things.’

There are many perks used by ‘transcendants of the other world’ in the past, and the legendary weapons of Mount Elyunar that are evaluated as far superior to the perks of strangers. There are also treasures of

‘Your grave is what you dug.’

If you win against Dre, a rosy future awaits you.
If he gets the support of Glow Flame, his victory in Hest must be a certain thing.
I should be able to completely beat that nasty Rald.
The fresh impression of the pretty girl’s face turned pale.

“Oh?”

At that moment, Mold Mold found a man.
A man everyone knows in the Holy Land.
A half-dwarf with more influence than any other dwarf outside the Holy Land. Sir Keynes.

Kayneth, who was the only one to be given the title of Lord for his achievements that brought enormous wealth to the kingdom and greatly enhanced convenience, is a target to be friends with.

Of course, Mold Mold had always been kind to him, giving him gifts, or helping him with his business.

‘After becoming the family head, we will meet often. Let’s say hello.’

Mold Mold smiled and waved at him.

“Sir Keynes~ You look busy~”

But Kayneth doesn’t even glance at the mold mold.
He muttered madly, preoccupied with something, and grinned like a madman.

“You’re really crazy. I thought you were someone I couldn’t handle with my own hands, ha. Ha ha. Euh haha!”
“…”

Mold Mold is unique.
Even though he is shunned by the current head of Hest for being wicked, he has the ability and sense to build a reputation as the two major mountain ranges with Lald.

‘Sir Keynes must have been very interested in the tactile body made by eight days at the production meeting.’

Business. No matter what anyone says, the first man he will visit today, who has the belief that money is more important than anything else, is of course eight.

‘Did you see something?’

Now, Kayneth’s unusual atmosphere brought a warning to Mold Mold.
She moved right away.

“Mr. North. See what Gwangyeom is doing, and if you’re having trouble with your first tournament, can you come and help me~? If you need anything or something unusual, please contact me~”
“Of course, lady! You’re kind!”

The dwarf slammed his chest as if it was an honor and hurriedly ran out.
However, he returned shortly after, and what he reported shocked Mold Mold.

“…Gwang-Yeom isn’t exhibiting his entries and is going sightseeing with women?”

“And.”
“Look there. It’s a fossil of a grotesque bird.”

6 o’clock in the evening.
Spectators lightly exclaimed in the luxuriously decorated huge building under the ecstatic lighting sky mixed with darkness and twilight.
Unlike the production meeting, the exhibition was quite quiet.

All the spectators who watched with a noble attitude reminiscent of an art gallery or a library were overflowing with cuteness.

“Which object should I throw at?”
“It’s hard to decide because they’re all supreme objects.”
“Well, the opinion of the crowd is hardly reflected. Let’s go comfortably.”

The winner of the exhibition is determined by the evaluation of the audience and the judges.
However, unlike production conferences where the proportion of spectators was high, the proportion of judging was so high that it was said that a high evaluation by the judges was a victory at the exhibition.

6 o’clock. As soon as it was time for the exhibition to end, the judges. Unlike yesterday’s personnel, who could be said to be the owners of the holy land, a group of hard-looking scholar-like people appeared.

All of them were professional appraisal dwarves with a special appraiser license.
The man in the forefront of them all. Tadara, an appraiser and one of the dwarves who received the title of ‘giant’, stroked his beard and looked at the faded statue in front of him.

“Ohhhhh, is it a statue of wind! A treasure from 800 years ago that was said to accelerate the weathering around it just by existing and destroy several territories without being destroyed because it is protected by a strange power.”

The participant smiled in satisfaction at the admiration that it was an extremely difficult item to manage.
But the next moment, that smile hardened to stone.

“Hmm. Then it’s B-class.”
“…?!”

Ignoring the surprised faces of the participants, the appraisers passed by.
It’s definitely a great thing, but that much belongs to a very ordinary thing in this ‘exhibition’.

“Mysterious power means magic. In this era, you can break it as much as you like.”
“The power of the wind has also weakened considerably.”

There were good reasons for the evaluation.
The participants were surprised to know that, but could not refute it.
Appraisers were so trusted.

“Hmm? That’s…?”
“Orc’s head…? Ohh. That must be the legendary orc Kurol from 1200 years ago who ate dragon species.”
“I heard that it was mistakenly caught by a powerful dragon and its head was cut off and made into a mace and a medium of magic… Heh heh. That’s it.”

The blacksmiths touched Kurol’s mace with admiration.
Amidst the nervous faces of the contestants, the inspectors made a decision.

“Class A.”
“You’re kind. Isn’t the state of preservation terrible? B-class.”
“Uh huh. The most important thing in an exhibition isn’t special. Still, I agree with the evaluation that it’s a B grade.”

The contestant’s complexion turned pale, but the appraisers had already moved on to the next booth, ignoring him.

They stared intently at every treasure on display in this spacious venue.
Just by looking at it, you can instantly know when the item was made, what kind of legend it has, and what kind of power it has.

Then, an appraiser caught my eye.
All he could see was a spear.

“Hmm? This looks like a relatively recent weapon… Powerful?”
“Ah. Wasn’t there a very powerful one among those strangers? Was it Primure? It looks like his weapon.”
“Ohhh…! The missing person?”

Around the short spear, there were also items such as arms, armor, and even flags, which are ‘weapon perks’ that have appeared steadily since the appearance of the stranger.

The stranger’s special ability cannot be copied by anyone, and even weapons that are said to be transferable to others can only be used by the owner if the owner is alive, and in some cases, the weapon disappears when the user dies, making handling very rare items. Received.

But. In this era, 10,000 years have passed since the appearance of the stranger. Item perks are no longer a rarity, at least at this exhibition.
The blacksmiths looked around and soon lost interest.

“Hmm… Have you turned around?”
“I haven’t been to Hest’s booth yet.”
“You don’t even have to look there.”

The muttered appraiser took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

“I’m going to go into ‘Discrimination’ from now on!”

Oh oh. An expectant voice boils.

Discrimination means selecting 10 items to determine the winning work.

Basically, the items that the judges paid attention to while walking around the exhibition were nominated for the winning works, but there was a special spectacle in the selection, which was the rule of ‘proof’.

Just in time to prove that, a dwarf approached the judges with a determined face.

“Exhibition No. 2015. It’s a withered demon’s hand.”

The judges stare at the contestant carefully lifting it up.

“Hmm. It’s a thing that grants wishes and takes the life of the owner in return.”
“Leaving out.”

The participant lowered his head at the merciless declaration.

“There are many items with mystical power in Elyunar. In a world without mystical power, in Elyunar, the limit of wishes is clear.”
“It’s a shame even for B-class.”

Harsh evaluation.
Outside of the Holy Land, he was called a rich man and said he had farts, but he couldn’t object and chewed his lips and turned his back and left the venue.

The spectators watching the proof murmured a little.

“It’s a failure…”
“Her…”

Yes.
Proof. In other words, if you fail to prove that your item is superior to any other treasure, you will be eliminated immediately. He is not enough, so he has to pay a penalty that prevents him from participating in the exhibition for five years.
Anyone who thinks the fines are too severe… Surprisingly, they weren’t at this exhibition.

All of the participants are people with wealth that they say are mine, and they do not harbor anger when they are eliminated, but feel ashamed that their possessions are only worth this much, grind their teeth and prepare better ones.

Dwarven vanity and the end of pride. That’s what an exhibition is.

After that, close to dozens of people came to prove it, and they were all rejected.
A connoisseur’s license is not for nothing, so they perfectly judge the value even at a glance.

Even if you don’t look at it, you can feel the class of the object just by feeling the energy of the earth, so there is nothing to fail in determining.

“Wow. Is that rejected?”
“Daraji’s exhibition is always amazing.”

From the point of view of the spectators, proof is an enjoyable sight.
Watching the faces of the richest people crinkle while listening to the analogy of the supreme treasures and the reasons for deducting points is like a man eager for a drink.

And.

“The jackpot has come.”

Dadara smiled.
A beautiful girl with a refreshing impression was walking lively in front of him.
Her refreshing energy spread throughout the room and caught people’s eyes at a glance.

“Mold Mold-nim…!”
“Ohh. You’ve become more beautiful.”
“Aren’t you getting married soon…?”
“Huh. Shouldn’t you marry someone you can marry? In the Holy Land, except for Prince Dolia, there is no one who satisfies all of them.”

Hearing the applause from the crowd, Mold Mold bowed to the surroundings as if appreciative.
Mold Mold, who would normally have had a dark thought in his mind like ‘Let me float like that, idiots’, looked around with tense eyes.

‘…Doesn’t exist. Where did you go?’

Mold Mold is a bastard. He gave up looking for eight days and greeted with a smile at the highest level of a member of society.

“Dadara-sama. Yulka-sama. Toito-sama. Susuki-sama. Ryuha-ryu-sama.”

Mold Mold, who called out the names of the ten appraisers one by one, bowed deeply.

“It’s been a while! I really missed you~”
Haha. I missed you too, dear son of the earth.”

Dadara, who gave a dwarven greeting, saw a display case larger than the man his men were dragging behind the mold.
The top of the fancy display case made of amethyst is covered with cloth.
The eyes of the black soldiers shone with anticipation at the intense energy that pierced the fabric.

“Haha. I can’t wait to see what kind of items the Hest family brought this time.”

The appraisers hadn’t even looked at it yet, but they included the items brought by Mold Mold as candidates for winning items.
It was thanks to the strong energy that could not be hidden by such a cloth.
Not only the blacksmiths, but also the general public were buzzing to see if they were feeling something.

Mold Mold said with a proud smile as if the reactions around him were natural.

“It is a treasure that I can confidently and proudly show you that you will definitely be satisfied with.”
“Hoo!”

How could this proud young lady of Hest be so confident?
Dadara shouted in anticipation.

“You have a knack for teasing old people!! Young lady!!”
“Uh-huh. I’m sorry. Then…”

At the same time as Mold Mold greeted him politely, his men sighed. The cloth walked.
A square case made of diamonds is placed on top of the amethyst display case.
And not in that case. There is a small hammer placed on a cloth made from snow squirrel fur, which is said to have the world’s softest fur.

“Hmm? A hammer?”
“What is that?”

Unlike the spectators who were a bit puzzled, the judges all froze.

“…Th-that’s fifty?!”

Surprised to the point of biting his tongue, Dadara shouted, not caring that his mouth was bleeding.

“The hammer of the first Hest!!”
“Whoops.”

Mold Mold smiled instead of answering, and cheers soon poured into the venue.

“Hammer of invitation!”
“Ooooo!!”
“I never thought I’d be able to see it with my own eyes while I was alive!”

The Hest family keeps the ‘crafting tools’ that the first Hest dealt with.

There are not even ten Noble Phantasms left by the invitation over ten thousand years, but all of them are kept by the head of the family, and it has been a long tradition of the Hest family to hand them over to candidates.
Dadara, who knew that well, exclaimed in surprise.

“Originally, it must be something that cannot be taken out of the country…!”
“How can I stay still when famous appraisers are coming? I’ve tried a lot~”
“Heh heh heh! The young lady makes these old people happy!”

The appraisers stomped their feet in excitement.

“There’s nothing more to look at! A thing from ten thousand years ago! Ryunar of this gloomy land!! An epic story contained in this thing!!”

Mold Mold smiled.
The moment when Tadara, the representative of the inspection company, declared Mold Mold the winner. His win becomes his own.
No matter what Eight Day brings, he cannot withdraw the championship once declared.

Dadara took a quick look around.
Everyone was waiting for his announcement with faces full of anticipation and excitement.

‘Damn. Annoying grandpa I want you to declare me the winner quickly.’

Dadara, who leads the audience’s response by dragging the mold mold to the point of cursing inwardly.
In the midst of an atmosphere where everyone regrets but is convinced that winning is a mold, Dadara finally makes a declaration…

“Ah. Wait a minute.”

Quiet voice.
It’s a very quiet voice, but it resonates throughout the room.

“…!!”

Mold Mold looked back in amazement.
There, as expected, stood a man.

Eight days.
As he had seen and heard from his subordinates, he was a man who earned the jealousy of the men of Jiramu, who openly organized a harem with his assistant, three women called his apprentices, Rald and Lulua, and went on tour.

He seemed to have been sightseeing and enjoying himself, and with a tourist item in his hand and a candy in his mouth, he hurriedly approached me.

“Miss Ai. You were almost late.”
“It was fun though, right?”

Dre, who agreed with Almiraj’s giggling voice, cleared his throat and exclaimed.

“I will prove it.”
“Proof?”

Dadara’s eyes narrowed.
He also has a crush on Dre, who has a great mythology in the Holy Land, but now works as an appraiser.
If you bring something that is less than common sense, you will not be able to see it nicely.
Besides, judging by her appearance, it seems that unlike the other participants, she went out to play without displaying her stuff.
Even if you are a hero of the Holy Land, your actions are ugly.
The other appraisers stared at Dre as if they were of the same opinion.

“…Um. The entry is this.”

Dre held out the sword at his waist.
A clumsy sword wrapped in a scabbard.

Someone got it. It made a sound.
I kept my mouth shut because I had made it without even realizing it, but there was no need to do so, so I opened it here and there! A laugh was heard.

All of them who laughed at him deeply respected Dre. That respect will not change for a long time to come. However, due to dwarf instincts. Shows contempt and ridicule for items below the standard.

Appraisers are even more so.

“…Looks like you’re drunk. Mad flame. Now, let’s announce the winner!”

Dre, uh, this isn’t it? Confused with the same face, he smiled, saying that Mold Mold was a useless worry.
And that moment. A clear voice rang out.

“Are your eyes knotholes?”

At the voice full of disappointment, Darara turned her head.

“What? Who insulted me like that… Ugh!!”

Not only Tadara, but all the blacksmiths hurriedly lowered their heads.

So did the people around him.
The man in front of me is a man called the supreme giant. One of the famous Dwarf clans. He was the current head of Gaiga.

Dadara politely put his hands together and broke out in a cold sweat.

“Prenen-sama!! What are you doing here…!”

A respectable senior who is confined to his own house and concentrates only on production.
The Frenen looked at Dadara with contempt and pulled Dre’s arm.

“Let’s go Dre. You don’t have to hang out with these lowly things.”
“No… I have to win here…”
“I’ll give you whatever the winning prize is. Don’t mess around with scum who don’t recognize irreplaceable works.”

Trash.
At the verbal abuse, the appraisers felt ashamed rather than angry.
If Frennen is, then so it is.
I thought it was something like a common shamanic item for strangers, but it’s clear that there was something in fact.

“Crazy flames. Please show me that sword one more time…!”
“Yes. As much as you like.”

In Frennen’s disgruntled face. Dadara carefully accepted the sword.
The appraisers examined the sword carefully, and soon made a troubled face.

‘No matter how you look at it, it’s an ordinary stranger’s sword.’

It’s not bad, but what’s the reason Frenen admires it so much…?

‘…No… Come on. Why are you so stupid?’

You can tell by looking at it with your own eyes, but this is a sword. Wouldn’t it be better to see the blade rather than the scabbard?

“May I draw my sword?”
“Yes.”

With Dre’s permission, Dadara drew his sword.
And what appeared was an ordinary-looking sword.

The crowd murmured… Then stopped.
Why?

Dadara…Crying?
No.
I can feel that sword… Something nostalgic.
This… That stimulates the mind and body…

“…Not yet. You haven’t received Rokukuru’s metal. When the hell did you make this… No, no. It’s impossible even for Frenen-sama to be able to make it this way!”

Even the self-respecting Freenen nodded her head with a satisfied face, as if to acknowledge that.

“…What the hell is this?! This… This… This! God’s iron! Isn’t it a weapon made from Lord Rokukuru’s metal!”

The audience was stunned by Dadara’s cry.
It’s made of Rokukuru’s metal…? The legendary metal that is almost impossible to smelt even by giants and remains for ornamental purposes…?
Dre thought for a moment and said.

“Goddess of the forge. Forged by Heston… Well…”

Dre is a he said.

“It is a god-forged sword.”