《The Hidden Myth of Ji Dara 》Chapter 124: Elder Smith's Gifts
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"It's fine… It's something that comes with the job, and I was at fault for complaining…"
Elder Ting also apologized as Dara looked around to observe everyone working within the clinic, and he realized that; hidden beneath their care and hardwork was total and absolute exhaustion, thus, he looked to Elder Ting and asked;
"Why are your workers so few?"
"They're the only ones we could find that knew a thing or two about healing…" Elder Ting replied with a sigh…
"The rest are either too young to see blood or too old to be taught…" She added;
"I will speak with Elder Lin and have her send some teens to you, even if they don't know anything about healing yet, let them do every other miniscule tasks within the clinic so everyone can focus on the more important job whilst they gradually integrate the kids into healing…"
"I am sure that within a year, you will have a handful of new healers in here…" Dara promised as Elder Ting sighed in relief;
"Thanks a lot, tribe leader… You are truly a considerate one…" She thanked him whilst Dara turned to the rest of the healers and addressed them;
"Thank you all for your hardwork, and I want to assure you that the tribe sees how much sacrifice and effort you put into your jobs, and I promise you that all your hardwork would be duly rewarded…"
He said as all the healers within the building sighed happily as they clapped their hands before chorusing;
"Thank you Tribe Leader, you are too kind…" They thanked Dara as they began to smile and return to their tasks with increased motivation;
"Thanks a lot, Tribe Leader, I have been trying for the past few months to keep them going, but it seems the motivation they needed was some word of encouragement from you…"
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"I have never seen them smile so much or be this motivated at their jobs…" Elder Ting added;
"You have also been doing a lot, and I plan on getting a cultivation technique as soon as possible so everyone can get their promised Qi Stones…"
Dara added and after a few more conversation and words of encouragement from both Elder Long and Elder Min, they finally left the clinic and head in the direction of the smithy…
Before long, they arrived in front of the smithy where Elder Smith and Elder Wang was waiting for them;
"Tribe Leader… Elder Min…" Elder Smith and Elder Wang greeted when they saw Dara and the rest come over;
"Morning, Elder Smith… I heard you were looking for me?" Dara spoke to Elder Smith whilst Elder Wang and Elder Min greeted one another as well as Elder Long…
"Yes, I have been looking for a gift to give Tribe Leader, and couldn't find a very suitable one; so I decided to make one instead…" Elder Smith spoke with a smile as he gestured Dara into the smithy;
"Please accept these humble gifts…"
Elder Smith said with a bow as Dara stood in front of a neatly arranged table which was decorated with a white fur which had several sweet smelling flowers placed atop it…
But that was not what blew Dara's mind, instead it was the bow and quiver which was currently laid in between these flowers that blew his mind, but that was not all…
Beside the bow and quiver was a dual sword scabbard with a twin short sword within it, and all these weapons were made from the advanced ingredients of steel, three different types of ore dusts and finally crushed Qi Stone dusts…
Dara grabbed the twin scabbard first and studied it from every angle, and not only was it extremely lightweight, it also felt handy and easy to wield…
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Dara then grabbed the hilt of one of the swords and drew it, and there it was, a short sword…
So clean and straight that Dara could see his image and it was like he was wielding two sword sized mirrors as light reflected off the sword just like a true mirror…
He grabbed with all his strength and began to feel his energy gently flow through the sword as it began to give long and subtle humming sounds…
Dara dropped the scabbard and tapped the flat side of the blade and a very deep 'Keein!' sound resounded through the entire smithy as all the smiths working within the smithy kept staring at Dara, savoring the expression of sheer happiness and delight that was etched on his face…
Those weapons were the result of their hardwork and they were extremely pleased to see that Dara loved them…
Dara sheathed the sword and then grabbed the bow, and just like the sword, the bow was overly lightweight making him feel like he grabbing onto a feather…
He then aimed and pulled the string attached to it;
"Those were made from the tendons of the two beasts that attacked us a while ago…"
Elder Smith explained as Dara pulled on the bowstring and felt the firmness as well as the amount of energy required to pull it taut and the sheer tensile strength that was behind the pull…
He then dropped the bow and grabbed the quiver within which there was a set of 50 arrows of the same ingredients…
"That is the gift from the entire member of the smithy, and now for my own gift itself…"
Elder Smith explained with a smile as he waved his hands towards the workers seemingly telling them to bring out something…
A few minutes later, a worker carried out a little 3 foot long and one feet wide case which was only as high as a grown man's ankle from the ground and presented it to Min Hong as Elder Smith walked over and flipped the cover of the box open; Dara was once again stunned by what he was looking at…
In there within the case was an armor made out of entirely out of leather, and then there were vambraces and shin guards made out of the same material as the twin swords…
There was also a rear guard and front guard made out of the same material which was there to guard his front and back…
There was a hooded cloak made out of pitch black fur that seemed to blend into the shadows provided by the roof slits overhead…
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