Volume 3.5 Chapter 39: I’ll Go There First
<span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Volume 3.5 Chapter 39: I’ll Go There First
<span style="font-weight:400">Cooking was one of his favorite things to do. Coins were second to happiness.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I see," Tristan had nothing else to say about this. He could tell from Keith''s gaze that he would go through with this no matter what. Carolyn questioned,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Does that mean you will be working at the cart all the time?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"Of course not. I''m thinking about working on my cart after school hours." He was a student first and then a businessman. Keith understood William and Sophia would be angry if he skipped every ss.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I''m going to take some time off to build the cart. Can I leave it to you to copy the notes?" Keith asked Gabriel.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Don''t worry about it. I''ll copy the notes down," Gabriel smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Keith nodded,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Watch your hands," Keith noticed Carolyn''s hand going towards his lunch again.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I''m hungry," Carolyn stared at his lunch. Keith sighed as he started to feed the child.
<span style="font-weight:400">"At some point, you got to live by yourself,"
<span style="font-weight:400">"No way! You''re cooking is the best! I can''t live without it!" The thought alone was scary. A day without his cooking? There was no way she could handle it.
<span style="font-weight:400">"..." Keith was speechless.
<span style="font-weight:400">...
<span style="font-weight:400">The first thing I need to do is to ask Dalen for the materials. Keith knew he needed Dalen''s assistance with the cart. He needed a custom grill top if he wanted to make it work.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hmm?" When Keith entered the workshop, he noticed something off. There were few workers here. That was odd. Usually, there would be a couple more workers at the front to talk to him.
<span style="font-weight:400">And the usual, Skar, wasn''t here as well.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Is Dalen in his office?" Keith questioned a dwarf.
<span style="font-weight:400">"He''s in the office, Kid," The dwarf grumbled. But that was the only thing he did as he looked down.
<span style="font-weight:400">Strange. There would be usually more grumbling. Keith walked up and knocked on the door,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Dalen, it''s me,"
<span style="font-weight:400">"Come in, Keith." When Keith entered,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Keith, what brings you here," Dalen smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">"You see, I want to ask for some custom equipment. But I doubt I can''t do that right now,"
<span style="font-weight:400">"What do you mean?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"What''s with the tension?" Keith noticed there was something off.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dalen chuckled, "Nothing/ Some of my men haven''t returned,"
<span style="font-weight:400">"Hmm? You mean Skar and the others?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"Mmhmm,"
<span style="font-weight:400">"Aren''t they strong?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"They are. But there''s some problem from what I heard," Dalen sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I see," Before Keith could say anything,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Boss! We have trouble!" A dwarf entered the office.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Huh?" Dalen''s and Keith''s expressions changed when they heard that.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Skar''s group is being attacked by a group of golems! They''re requesting backup!"
<span style="font-weight:400">"What?!" Dalen mmed his hand onto the table. But then he cursed,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Dammit! Even if we hire adventurers, it would take too long," The process would take too long. Before he could think about what to do,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Dalen, I''ll go first,"
<span style="font-weight:400">"What?" Dalen looked at Keith and denied it, "No! There''s no need for you to go out there." He was his brother''s friend. This was his workshop''s problem. He couldn''t have him do this.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Rx, I''ll be fine. And besides, what are friends for if you can''t rely on them." Dalen had helped him out. How could he not help him out in times like this?
<span style="font-weight:400">"...Thank you," Dalen epted. There was no way he could hold back. His priority was his workers.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Tell me the location,"
<span style="font-weight:400">"They''re at the stone dungeon."
<span style="font-weight:400">"I see," A dungeon.
<span style="font-weight:400">"It should take you an hour to get there," That was how long it took them to get there.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I should start running," Keith cracked his knuckles. Before he started,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Do you have anything that has their scent?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"Bring him one of their hammers," Dalen turned to the dwarf. The dwarf nodded, running out of the office. Keith walked outside.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Can you hold onto these?" Keith handed the gravity bracelets to Dalen.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Gravity bracelets," Dalen knew what they were.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Here''s the hammer!" The dwarf brought back a hammer. Keith nodded and summoned Mir,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Mir, can you track them?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"PO!" Mir quickly sniffed the hammer,
<span style="font-weight:400">"Po!Po!" Mir started to signal the direction. Keith nodded, "I''m off." Like that, he dashed. It was a blinding speed that caught Dalen and the dwarfs by surprise!
<span style="font-weight:400">"How fast is he?!"
<span style="font-weight:400">Keith burst through the gates. He could hear the guards saying something. But the city was already out of sight.