Lava Pit

“We’re back,” Sasha called out, returning with everyone else who had met up on the fifth floor after their material hunt. “What happened?”

Zen looked like a dried sardine from behind the blacksmith’s counter. They were gone for a while, but it should not be long enough for Zen to be this worn out. What did he do?

Funnily enough, the grumpy blacksmith whistled merrily as he stacked crates at the corner of the shop.

“Don’t worry about him,” Ben chuckled. “He’s a spring chicken, so he’ll bounce back in no time. More importantly, do you have all the materials?”

Apart from the demon lord’s horns, Ben received everything else. There was no reason to delay work, so he made Zen get to work immediately. He wasn’t paid for overtime.

“Hey! Start working the bellows again if you want to learn how to repair your friend’s weapons!”

Jolting back to life, Zen jum