Man Bok was the bearer of good news.

– Mr. Kang Oh, Mr. Hoffman wants you to pick up your order. He’s finished with it. 

‘Finally!’

Kang Oh had asked Hoffman to make him some leather armor.

It was created using dragon materials, as well as other invaluable materials, with the collective skill of a Master Blacksmith and a Master Tailor! 

– Thank you for telling me!

Kang Oh immediately headed for the Black Hammer Dwarves’ Hideout.

What good timing. The way it was going, the final battle with the Evil God Worshippers would be in a few days. He was lucky; he’d get a chance to replace his equipment before the final battle!

Whir!

Kang Oh appeared via the transfer magic circle.

“You’ve come, Brother?” The Dwarven Warrior happily greeted him.

He remembered fighting alongside him against the Great Lava Spirit. He probably saved him personally, though he didn’t remember what his name was.

“Nothing much going on?”

“Not really. Besides the fact that Phamas Beer tastes as good as ever.”

“Please don’t drink too much.”

“Phamas Beer isn’t alcohol. It’s life itself. So the more you drink, the better!”

Kang Oh passed the Dwarven…

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