Aiming To Be The Best Magician In The World! Chapter 208
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Actually, there is one rank higher than the grandmaster forger. However, the last one ever seen was hundreds of years ago, thus, no one had mentioned it anymore.
It was titled with god. God / Goddess of Forging, this actually applies to almost every single job. For example, God / Goddess of Alchemy, God / Goddess of Cooking, God / Goddess of hunting.
This rank was entitled to people who were the best of the best, the people who went through many things to earn their ranks. The God / Goddess title can not be compared to the grandmaster title, as they were hundreds of years apart, leaving many legacies that are still undiscovered.
Thus, the man in front of them right now is an extraordinary man. As he was with the top people in the world. He might not be the best, but, who would actually be able to afford those of the grandmaster rank?
So the group was obviously really happy when they got to see a grandmaster forger, and even happier when they heard the grandmaster forger would give them some gear.
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"Ah!? Is that how you ask someone you brat?!" The dwarf shouted at Lance.
"Agh… My ears.." The group said as they held their ears, they didn't expect such a short man, to have such a loud voice…
"Calm down, just fix it. I need some gear for my friends." Lance said once more as he placed his katana on a counter.
"Ptui! I don't want to listen to a brat like you, why don't you just get me a woman and let me drink with her? I'd listen if you did that." The dwarf said as he spat at Lance.
'...' The group just stared at the dwarf and Lance in confusion and shock.
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Which normal kid talks to a grandmaster like that? What's, more importantly, is that the grandmaster didn't actually beat him to a pulp? With a high status of their grandmaster tier, they could universally do almost anything.
"There are some girls here, pick one to your liking," Lance said as he pointed to the girls with his hand.
"Oi!" The girls shouted at him when they finally realized he was pointing at them.
"They are too young, I am not interested in little girls. However, that one looks a bit mature even though she's a little girl. Those things look like they would fit in my hand." The dwarf said as he starting sizing up Maria.
"Hii!" Maria screamed as he reflexively covered herself up with her arms.
"You pervert die!" Maria said as she casted a water ball immediately aiming it towards the dwarf.
"Pfft, a mere water ball, what could that d- BERGGHH!" The dwarf started to say until he was hit by it sending him flying until he hit something.
"AHHH! HOT!!! MY SKIN!!" The dwarf cried out when he realized he was sent flying into a bundle of items that had come out of the smeltery just recently.
"Um, sorry not sorry…" Maria said as she hid behind Elise who just looked at her weirdly.
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