David Harris thought of the promise not to kill anyone and shook his head, saying, “I’m not a warrior, I’m... um... a weapons maintenance specialist.” Thinking quickly, he gave himself a profession. In his heart, he thought, “The next question will definitely be, what is a weapons maintenance specialist?”

　　“What is a weapons maintenance specialist?”

　　“It’s someone who repairs and maintains weapons.”

　　With that explanation, everyone understood. Linda still added, “So can you actually heal people or not?”

　　David Harris hurriedly replied, “I probably can’t. People here are different from those in my world.”

　　Snow picked up the conversation: “We dwarves are the best forging masters, and the weapons we make are famous throughout the land. Can you maintain and repair them?”

　　David Harris glanced at Chuck’s sword and Snow’s axe, then nodded and said, “I think I can.”

　　Chuck handed his sword to David Harris and said, “Take a look at my sword.”

　　David Harris took the sword. Over the past year, he had been constantly searching for ways to forge blades and had learned quite a bit about forging.

　　Chuck’s sword was a standard warrior’s sword. David Harris ran his finger along the blade and said, “Your sword isn’t a great one. It’s made of ordinary refined iron, with a steel edge welded onto the blade. The edge is sharp, but it’s not true refined steel—it’s far inferior.”

　　The dwarf also handed over his short axe. David Harris looked at it and commented, “This battle axe is forged from solid steel, made from a single piece, and the edge is ground sharp. Just in terms of materials, it’s much better than Chuck’s sword.”

　　Chuck was unconvinced. David Harris said, “Then try striking Snow’s axe with your sword and see what happens.”

　　Chuck shouted, “My sword will definitely break—his axe is so heavy.”

　　“Then try striking my knife with your sword.” David Harris drew his machete, blade facing up.

　　David Harris’s knife was honestly quite ugly: a black blade, with two pieces of rotten wood clamped together as a handle—really unremarkable.

　　Chuck raised his warrior’s sword and struck down hard. With a soft “zziiip,” Chuck suddenly felt his hand lighten, and a broken piece of the blade fell to the ground with a clang.

　　Everyone stared blankly at David Harris, never expecting that this clueless outsider would actually possess such a precious blade.

　　You should know, even though it was just an ordinary warrior’s sword, Chuck had spent over a hundred gold coins on it in the capital—it was second only to the dwarves’ finest weapons. Even a top-quality dwarven sword wouldn’t necessarily be able to cut it so easily; only a legendary artifact could be this sharp.

　　Chuck stood there, mouth agape, not knowing what to say.

　　Seeing this, David Harris asked him, “Do you know how to use a knife?” When Chuck nodded, he reversed the machete in his hand and handed it to Chuck, saying, “This knife may not look good, but it’s a masterpiece forged through countless hammerings, made with the hundred-fold steel method. It’s much better than your welded edge. I’ll give it to you.”

　　Chuck’s expression suddenly looked as if a pie had fallen from the sky. He grabbed the machete and hugged it tightly, afraid that David Harris would change his mind.

　　The dwarf Snow suddenly said, “David Harris, can I invite you to our clan to meet someone?”

　　David Harris was puzzled. The dwarf explained, “It’s our clan’s master swordsmith, Master Carter. He’ll definitely be happy to meet you.”

　　When David Harris heard it was a master swordsmith, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart, and he nodded, “Alright, I’ll definitely visit Master Carter if I get the chance.”

　　At this moment, Linda jumped in and said, “David Harris, you’re being unfair. You’ve given everyone a benefit except me—how could you leave me out?”

　　David Harris was confused. Linda pouted and said, “You helped Elsa increase the power of her wind blade, gave Chuck a precious knife, helped Snow find a weapons appraisal expert for Master Carter, and completed his coming-of-age trial. I’m the only one who got nothing. How are you going to make it up to me?”

　　Only then did David Harris realize he’d been played for a fool by Elsa. He turned to look at Elsa, who was smirking triumphantly, her expression both proud and a little cute, making it impossible for David Harris to get angry.

　　Seeing David Harris looking over, Elsa stood up and began chanting a spell. The same wind blade incantation was completed, and a wind blade as solid as a real blade shot toward the ground, slicing through the floor like tofu and plunging deep into the earth. It was completely different from the wind blade that had just attacked David Harris, its power several times greater.

　　Elsa came over sweetly and said, “Thank you, David Harris. But what are you going to give to Sister Linda?”

　　David Harris was utterly baffled. Hearing that Elsa was also helping Linda ask for a benefit, David Harris really didn’t know what to do. He could only spread his hands and say, “So what do you want?”—a look of total surrender.

　　Since arriving in this other world, David Harris had never shown any killing intent, so no one knew how strong he really was, and they all joked around with him. David Harris didn’t mind; in fact, he rather enjoyed this feeling.

　　Linda said seriously, “I want to invite you to join us and go on adventures together.”

　　After hearing this, David Harris quickly said, “That won’t work—I still have to return to my own world. How can I go adventuring with you?”

　　Elsa also understood Linda’s intention and asked in return, “How are you going to get back? The evil mage has already been defeated, and the magic circle has disappeared. No one knows how you’re supposed to return.”