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CH.284 Smokey Workshop

    CH.284 Smokey Workshop


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Brian. I found a good quest for us.” Alice called out to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We were in the Pekkers town, ruled by Baron Peks. Unlike with Bloggs, there was nothing crazy going on in here, the guild had already prepared for the arrival of Mariina and the test she was going to keep, and we had two days to just chill out and do whatever.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Because of that, our party was at the adventurer’s guild looking at jobs. There was nothing that special, but apparently Alice found something.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... this is just a material quest for treant wood…” Imented.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. And you have like a ton of it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... multiple tons, yes.” I mean, just the world treant is like … over 1,000 tons. And I do have an assorted pile of elemental treant corpses from the treant forest floors of HomeBase, with each weighing around 3 tons.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So an easy mission, right? And treants might not even be thatmon in this area, so why not? I even asked the receptionist, and she said the quest has been sitting for a while.” Alice exined.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... sure we can turn it in. I don’t mind.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’m usually a bit against turning in jobs like this, just because I basically cheat through them, and it could cause issues to the local adventurers. I don’t want to steal their jobs after all. But if this one has been sitting for a while, it should be fine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve confirmed the requested materials. Will you deliver it to the client yourself, or would you like the guild to do that? There will be a cost if you ask the guild to do it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We can just take it. Could you give us the instructions?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. It is…”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“So a workshop, huh. Is this really the ce?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wilhelmina’s Workshop read on the sign of the building we entered. It looked … well, dead.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I think once upon a time this ce was a good smithy, considering the general looks and the smokestack. But now, it just looked… almost abandoned, at least was it not for the bloom of smokeing from the smokestack. The building itself wasn’t quite in disrepair or anything, but it still needed some major TLC<sup ss="modern-footnotes-footnote " data-mfn="1"></sup><span ss="modern-footnotes-footnote__note" data-mfn="1">tender loving care. Not something I would expect from an operating workshop.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The name does match, so it should be.” Alice answered. “Let’s just go in and see.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We entered through what I think is the front door and were greeted by a dead storefront. It had racks for weapons and other stuff, but no merchandise anywhere. The only things left were some broken and worn weapons in what I assume is a scrap barrel.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello!” I called out. I didn’t want to walk into the backrooms, unless I had to. No point in invading too far into someone''s space. “Is anyone here?! We are from the adventurer’s guild!”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... is there no one here? Are we really at the right ce?” I questioned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It shouldn’t be. Maybe they are closed today?” Alice questioned.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think the receptionist would have said so, if that was the case.” Luamented.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can smell a humanoid, so I think someone is here.” Agunan said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It could be leftover smell. Besides, how do you smell anything here urately? This ce reeks of smoke, as well as a mix of blood and sweat.” Ria asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just block out the specific smells with magic. It isn’t that difficult.” Agunan answered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t know he could do that, but that does sound incredibly useful. I’ll have to have him teach me that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... then, should I call out again?” I asked everyone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We could also just go in.” Ria offered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Invading private residences is not the most … legal thing to do.” I pointed out.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We probably still should.” Alice said. “What if the client is in trouble?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They could also be dead.” Agunan stated.


    <span style="font-weight:400">… I know that is actually possible, but you don’t have to say it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let me call out one more time. If we don’t get a response… I guess we can go in and look.”


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    <span style="font-weight:400">My second try went just about as well as the first, so we headed deeper into the workshop.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After walking through a door leading deeper in, the first room we ran into was not the forge itself, even though there likely will be one considering that we did see some smoke stacks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This one was a much more general looking workshop, with workbenches and a few tools here and there. But still, the number of tools, files, whetstones and other such stuff was very low, almost as if someone had only kept the most important tools and sold the rest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But still, looking at this building, it was clear that once upon a time this might have been a busy workshop with multiple artisans working here. And while most of the workbenches were broken or covered in dust, one of them looked like it had been in somewhat recent use. It even had a drawing on it, as well as a single magic stone. Based on the drawing, it seems like the artisan using this workbench is making a staff, so they must be our client for the treant wood.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After the main workshop, we entered some of the other rooms. The next room we checked was a storage room of some kind, but it was almostpletely empty. There were probably just ten items in the storage room, mainly a few low ranking monster cores, and some metal ingots.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After the storage room was the forge itself.But as soon as we opened the door leading to it, a thick bloom of smoke poured out of the room, almost like the entire room was filled to the brim with smoke.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Back off, all of you.” Agunan told us. “Don’t breathe that in.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What… how does..?” I questioned how this could have even happened. We did see some smokeing from the smokestack, so maybe there was a major blockage and most of the smoke came back in or something.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The humanoid is in there, most likely.” Agunan stated.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We should get them out, now!” Lua instantly said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We can’t go in there. There is a decent likelihood we will just copse.” Ria countered. “You’d have to rely on your nose, because you can’t see anything in there.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Agunan. Can you survive that?” I asked the dragon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master, what do you think I am? No dragon would ever sumb to some smoke. I’ve  <span style="font-weight:400">inhaled volcanic gasses for longer than you’ve been alive.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, would you, please.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just stay away from the smoke.” Agunan said, before he calmly walked into the room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">… yeah. That will absolutely be the best idea. The second best is to get that smoke out of this building.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Collection. I need some wind monsters. Like this one. But I need a wind monster in the GY for it to work… alright. Let’s just move one Baby Dragon to the GY tab. … good. It went into a death cooldown. Now, let’s just banish it so I can.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I summon Silpheed.”


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    [copse]


    <span style="font-weight:400">After the fairy appeared, I gave him his orders.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Silpheed, can you get that smoke out of this building?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Simple. But Master, are you sure? There might still be a fire inside that room, and I might fan the mes.” The fairy gave his own opinion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... oh yeah. That’s true. … then maybe just… keep the smoke in there?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. I shall do that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Better just wait for Agunan to return and make a decision then.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">Agunan returned from the smoke soon enough. He was carrying a person in his arms.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Lua and Alice had already dusted off one of the workbenches and had set out a sleeping pelt on it, so they had Agunan bring the person over and set her down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">… at least I think she is a her, but more on that in a bit. First, Silpheed pushed as much of the smoke back into the other room as he could, and I closed the door behind it. It seems like there might be some sort of magic device on the door, because even though it doesn’t look like it fully seals off the forge room, it does prevent any smoke froming into the workshop room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Anyway. Back to the person Agunan carried out of the smoke.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I identified her as a she, because she has quite the rack on her, enough thought they really are the second thing that you notice when you look at her. The first is the fact that she has a full beard. Not something you’d normally see on a bustydy. She was also quite tall. Probably a bit taller than I was. Had she been shorter, I’d have guessed she is a dwarf, since female dwarfs do have a beard, based on my one time of experience with that race.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alice, can you use a spell to clear the smoke from her lungs?” Lua requested.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I have no clue. I’ve never done anything like that, and I don’t really know anatomy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Brian!” Lua called for me. “Can I borrow your monster?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. Silpheed, go help her.” I instantly agreed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">While Lua, Alice and Silpheed were working on the beardeddy, I spoke with Agunan about the situation in the forge.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There is something strange about the forge itself. It is somewhat damaged, likely not something they should have used in the first ce. But coal fire had already suffocated, yet the forge kept billowing out smoke. It doesn’t seem natural.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... well, I would say not our issue, but we are kind of in the middle of this. … maybe I should go check it out?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll have to ask you to reconsider. Even with as sturdy as you are, Master, smoke like that can kill you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not like that. I meant having one of my monsters make a smokeproof barrier and then go in.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then let me go again. It is more safe that way.” Agunan offered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... but then I won’t get to see… maybe I have a card for that though…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I quickly checked my collection for any cards that might help me see better, and I dide up with few. The card I was going to try is The Eye of Truth. I’m not exactly sure what it will do, but let’s try it anyway.


    Spoiler


    [copse]


    <span style="font-weight:400">After I activated the card, I felt something on my forehead. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, so I pulled out a small mirror from Storage and looked at myself. I now had a ‘third eye’ drawn on my forehead. It looked like the Eye of Anubis that appeared on Yugi’s forehead whenever Atem took over his body.


    Spoiler


    [copse]


    <span style="font-weight:400">With it on my forehead, my vision did most definitely improve. By focusing, I could see ‘through’ things. Not walls or clothes or stuff like that, but things that might usually obstruct your view withoutpletely blocking it were something I could see through. That also included smoke.


    <span style="font-weight:400">… but this doesn’t really solve my issue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Agunan. I’ll use one on you as well. Go in there and search the coal pit of the forge. There might be something there. Then bring it to me so I can take it into Storage for analysis.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I quickly activated another copy of The Eye of Truth, trying to use it on Agunan instead of myself, and it worked as a ‘third eye’ was soon drawn on his forehead as well. I then sent him back into the smoke, and as we opened the door, I saw perfectly in thepletely smoky room. But we didn’t keep the door open for any longer than it was necessary for Agunan to enter, so quite quickly, my vision of the room was cut off.


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Master. I believe I recovered the source of the smoke.” Agunan called to be from beyond the door. I could just hardly hear him, so maybe the instion that keeps the smoke out of this room is actually designed to keep the sound of hammering from this room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Good. Put it next to the door, on the side it opens from, and then open the door. I’ll take it into Storage.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">We did as I said, and soon enough the object was in my Storage. Then I had Agunan exit the forge room, and we closed the door again. After that, I deactivated both of our third eyes, as they were just a bit off-putting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">(Laura, have the object analyzed.)


    <span style="font-weight:400">(Already done. It is a dual stage smoke bomb. At first, it lets out an odorless and colorless sleeping gas, but after a while, it starts to let out arge quantity of carbon monoxide. It has to be activated by heat over 300°C. And after use, it will burn uppletely, leaving next to nothing behind. Luckily we got it before it deteriorated to that point.)


    <span style="font-weight:400">(... how on earth would something like that end up in the forge? For some reason, I doubt that was a mistake.)


    <span style="font-weight:400">(Could be any number of ways. It could have been set there, and when the forge was lit, the temperature would rise to the point where the device would activate. Or someone could have thrown it into the smokestack, and it fell into the forge.)


    <span style="font-weight:400">(... so, an assassination attempt? But why do it like this?)


    <span style="font-weight:400">(It would be nearly untraceable. They would just think she died from carbon monoxideing from the forge.)


    <span style="font-weight:400">(I meant why do it to her? To this ce? This ce isn’t worth anything from the looks of it.)


    <span style="font-weight:400">(I would not know. Perhaps ask the smith when she wakes up.)


    <hr>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... Brian… She passed.” Lua announced.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... I see. That is too bad.” So they couldn’t help her, huh. We must have been toote.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... do you think… we should … resurrect her?” Lua asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know. I think so. Theoretically, this could have been a suicide, but still.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you think so?” Lua asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I quickly exined the object Agunan found in the forge to Lua.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... Well, I suppose it could be…” Lua epted my theory.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It would exin why something like that was in there.” Alice also agreed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I doubt it.” Agunan stated.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... why is that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She didn’t look like it.” The dragon continued. “She had a hammer next to her and a piece of metal on the anvil, so she must have been working on something. Had she nned this, she’d likely have set up a chair or something, while looking at the fire.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yeah. There is no way you’d do that if you were actually nning on … well, offing yourself. And even if this was an attempt for her to … kill herself, I can use any number of cards to make that into reality as an apology for ruining this attempt. Or even do something like having Shining Dragonpletely annihte her from existence with Shining Nova.


    <span style="font-weight:400">NO! Bad brain! Stop thinking of ways of giving people an honorable death. This is the time to live, not the time to die.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright. Then let’s resurrect her.” I decided.
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