1st Place In The Ranking Is A Villager

Chapter 79

1st place in the ranking is the villager

– Volume 4 Episode 5

5. Master’s Past (1)

“Bar, Vandal! Why are you doing this?! Calm down!”

“That sword! Where did you get it?! Answer me!”

“Vandal-nim! Calm down…!”

“That’s right! I don’t know what it is, but calm down!”

“If you go wild, everything you restore will go to waste!”

“No, why is he so old enough to be old!”

The craftsmen belonging to the royal family rushed in at Vandal’s increasingly intense behavior and tried to stop him.

However, Vandal’s power was stronger than any of the craftsmen belonging to the royal family who were present, so he could not easily subdue him.

After fighting for a long time, the situation calmed down only after the craftsmen built themselves up like a tower on the half moon and stopped him.

“Vandal-sama! Take a deep breath! Take a deep breath! Calm down!”

“Woo-wook- Whoo-wook- Whoo-wook-.”

“Now, think of the house in the woods where you lived as a child, as you always said. A very peaceful landscape!”

“Isn’t the sunlight coming through the leaves warm? Yes?”

The half-moon calmed herself by repeatedly exhaling violently with her face covered in tears.

When he found Hoya’s sword, he couldn’t control himself.

He wanted to somehow find out where the sword came from.

Where did you get it, or who made it?

where is he…..

When his thoughts reached that point, his body moved freely without going through his brain.

…Surely, the present self needed to calm down a little.

Vandal calmed himself by imagining the house in the woods where he lived as a child, as the artisans said.

The house in the woods was quite large, and the smoke coming out of the chimney never stopped.

When the smoke stopped escaping through the chimney, his father’s work was over and we could chat and play together.

“…Now that you’ve calmed down, everyone come down.”

“Gee, is it true?”

“Can’t we just smash everything just because we got out of the way?”

“No, come down!”

At the cry of the half moon, the craftsmen came down from above one by one.

After wiping the dust off his clothes and wiping away the tears from his face with the cloth that was wrapped around his neck, he politely apologized to Hoya.

“I’m really sorry. I must have been in a moment…”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Even if you’re okay, I’m not okay… Do you have some time after today’s work is over? I want to buy you a meal…”

“You don’t have to.”

“I think that will make my heart feel a little more comfortable.”

Hoya nodded his head at his earnest request.

When the working hours started again and everyone began to return to their seats, Vandal carefully asked Hoya once more.

This time he didn’t rush or run like he had a little while ago.

“That… that sword. Can you tell me where you got it? Or… someone made it…?”

“……”Hoya pondered his question for a while, then pretended that it was found by chance in a dungeon.

To honestly say that it was ‘made by Dantals, the legendary blacksmith,’ was rude.

In response to Hoya’s answer, Vandal looked at him with a slightly questionable look, but then looked up at the sky with a vague expression on his face.

“…Yeah, that’s right. Well! See you later!”

Vandal slapped his cheeks with his palms, and then returned to his seat with a face as sassy as when he first saw him.

Hoya also went around carrying his materials as before the break.

“Hello, Hoya-san.”

While carrying the material, a familiar voice came from behind.

Looking back, I could confirm that the owner of the voice was Papis.

“Papis. What’s going on here?”

“Can’t a street dweller even come to the street where they live?”

“No, I don’t mean that…”

When Popeyes said with a smirk, Hoya panicked.

In response to Hoya’s reaction, Poppies let out a small laugh.

“Kukukuk, I just did it. I’m helping with the recovery.”

As Papys said so, he lifted the toolbox he was holding in his hand and showed it to him.

“I can’t do big things like repairing buildings, but I can make enough things like tools. Besides, I’m getting a pretty decent pay!”

Papis drew a circle with the thumb and index finger of his empty hand, a satisfied expression.

“By the way, I couldn’t thank you properly last time. I was really grateful that you saved me back then.”

What Pappis was talking about was how Hoya had found and helped her in her previous chaos.

“I want to repay you… If you ever need my help in the future, please let me know! I will do my best to help.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“Rather, I’m grateful.”

“Papis! Take a look here!”

“Yeah! Then I’ll go.”

Poppies said hello to Hoya and ran towards the place where he was called, with the rattling sound of the toolbox.

Hoya, who was looking at her back, started carrying materials again.

After a while, the sky began to turn red, and today’s work was finished.

Players logged out or left to do other things, and NPCs went to unwind from the day.

Hoya was led by Vandal, who approached as soon as the work was done between them, and followed him.

Following him, he arrived at an ordinary restaurant.

Round tables and chairs were placed here and there, and round chairs were lined up on the counter table where you could see the kitchen being cooked.

Vandal went straight to the counter table and sat down on a chair, and Hoya followed him and sat down next to him.

“Uh, Grandpa! It’s been a while since you’ve been here? What are you going to eat today?”

“Give me what you ate last time.”

“Yeah, okay. Would your older brother give you the same one?”

“Oh, yes. Please.”

“Yeah, wait a minute.”

The store owner who took the order started cooking, and the waiter brought the drink first.

The half moon turned it on and opened his mouth.

“It’s a place I stop by every time I come out of the castle. I guarantee the taste of the food.”

Hoya, who brought the drink that followed him to her mouth, frowned.

it was alcohol

It’s also a very strong drink.

It’s the first time you put alcohol in your mouth in the game… Hoya calmly puts the glass down again.

He couldn’t spit out what was already in his mouth, so he took a sip and passed it over the back of his neck.

Even though it was a small sheep, it felt like his throat was burning.

The half moon, gulping down this drink like a drink, looked amazing.

“Khahahaha! Is it too much for hyung? Shall I change it to something else?”

“Boo, I beg you…”

The shopkeeper, who was putting the food down on the counter table, chuckled and exchanged Hoya’s drink for something else.

Fortunately, this time it wasn’t alcohol, it was plain fruit juice.

After rinsing his mouth with the juice, he lifted his chopsticks and carefully brought the food to his mouth.

I was a little worried about the food because of the alcohol, but fortunately, the food was mediocre from the start.

The taste was pretty good too.

“Is it delicious?”

Hoya nodded his head in response to Vandal’s question, and he grinned.

In the meantime, Vandal, who drank nearly 10 glasses of strong alcohol, was strangely not drunk at all.

I wondered if the half moon might be water, not alcohol, but Hoya didn’t have the courage to check it out.

“I apologize once again for what I did before. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine now, so you don’t have to apologize.”

“Thank you… …you’re wondering why I’m like this before?”

He was frankly curious.

Vandal again tilted his glass a few times and began to tell his story.

“The sword you’re wearing right now… it’s similar. No, it’s almost the same.”

Vandal pointed his finger at the sword that was attached to Hoya’s waist.

“It is very similar to the swords made by the most precious and irreplaceable to me.”

There was a little moisture in the corners of his eyes.

“…as if they were born from the same hand.”

* * *

“Puha.”

Vandal had already been drinking close to a dozen glasses of alcohol after saying meaningful words to Hoya.

Even though he drank that much, it was surprising that alcohol was going down his throat and going into his stomach without clogging.

“Huh, I think I’m a little drunk now.”

Half-moon, whose face was slightly red, picked up the food with chopsticks and brought it to her mouth.

Half-moon, who had been immersed in thought for the whole time chewing the food, put the food behind his neck and opened his mouth.

“What do you think I dreamed of when I was a child?”

“Um, well… the same blacksmith you are now?”

“Actually, my dream was to be a wizard.”

Vandal, who was slightly drunk, suddenly began to tell Hoya about his past.

This was the first time he had confided to anyone other than the co-workers he worked with.

* * *

A large house in the middle of a lush forest.

It was a slightly large house for young Vandal and his father to use alone.

About half the space of the large house was the workshop of his father, a blacksmith.Vandal’s father’s workmanship was very good.

Among the blacksmiths he had seen, he had by far the best skill.

In fact, the only blacksmith he had ever seen was his father.

His father wanted Vandal to follow him and learn the art of a blacksmith.

“Because he’s my son, I’m sure you also have talent.”

But Vandal did not want to follow his father to become a blacksmith.

He wants himself to be a blacksmith, but he’s been dissatisfied with letting him hold the hammer properly once so far.

That peaked during his teenage years, when his dream was to become a wizard, not a blacksmith.

As usual, on his father’s errand on his way to a small town outside the forest, a party wizard he stumbled upon was the trigger.

For Vandal, who had always seen only the monotonous hammering and long, modest craftsmanship, the splendid magic revealed a new world.

“Hey! How do you do that?!”

Vandal hung on to teach him magic while the wizard’s party stayed in a village outside the forest.

In the end, the wizard, who declared surrender to the tenacity of the half moon, taught him simple magic.

However, Vandal had no magical talent, probably because he had inherited his father’s blood.

All he had to do was stir-fry the magician for a few days like sesame seeds, to create a mana bolt the size of two fingers.

The appearance of flying was also flimsy, and it was just like fireflies were flying.

The tree hit by the squeaky mana bolts left only small traces that looked like they had been struck by the fire of a match.

He didn’t compare at all to the mage’s mana bolts he had ever seen.

I felt the difference in talent.

Vandal had yet to learn nothing but fiery mana bolts like a firefly, but the wizard and his party had other business, so he left him and left town.

His mentor, the sorceress, left, but Vandal continued to work to strengthen the mana bolts he had learned from him.

After that effort, Vandal was able to grow a mana bolt that was like a firefly into a mana bolt that was slightly less than normal.

Vandal’s father felt many things when he saw him like that.

At first he thought he would give up soon after he learned that Vandal had started learning magic.

But Vandal did not give up.

Despite realizing the difference in his talent, he was not defeated.

It wasn’t just a passing teenage rebellion.

When I saw it, I thought a lot.

Maybe it’s just that he’s forced his own doctor too much.

Maybe you should let them do what they really want to do.

‘…Yes, let me do what I want to do.’

It was bittersweet that his son would not continue his work as a blacksmith, but Vandal’s father agreed to support his dream.

As soon as he made that decision, Vandal’s father carefully selected the materials to make Vandal’s wand by choosing from among the materials he had stored in the warehouse.

After setting up all the materials, he stayed in the workshop for a few days and made a stick by beating a hammer.

He wanted to make a good wand for his non-magical son, so he tried his own original ore, which is currently being tested.

And the result was a huge success.

A wand with excellent performance has been completed that can be used by his son, who has no talent for magic.

“Come on, take it.”

“Father, this is…”

“Once you do, do whatever you want.”

Vandal was moved when he saw the staff in his hand.

It occurred to him that his father had granted him his dream.

And the existence of the staff, which Vandal thought was evidence of his father’s approval, was the beginning of everything.