Hyeonu’s speculation was roughly correct. An incident had occurred, and Tresha ran away. It was safe to say he was half kicked out. Hyeonu felt it was absurd and asked again, “What did you steal?”

“The leather was spread out, so I took it and used it for some creative activities,” Tresha responded awkwardly.

“Oh, my... So you came here?” Hyeonu shook his head. He felt Tresha had gone overboard even if it was because he was greedy for good materials. How could he steal from others?

“Once I left the clan... there was nowhere else for me to go. I was told you received a territory, so I settled down here temporarily.”

“Who built the smithy?”

“That fat man liked the idea so much that he made it? He made it as I described.”

It had been Johnny.

Nevertheless, everyone—not just Johnny—would welcome it if a dwarf came and said he would open a smithy. A dwarf’s technique was worth it after all.

‘Well... it’s good for me,’ Hyeonu concluded inwardly. His surprise was only temporary. He became happy once he realized that Tresha’s presence would help Phinis.

“So how long do you...