Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1419 - Chapter 1419 Chapter 773 Great Freedom_2

Chapter 1419: Chapter 773: Great Freedom_2 Chapter 1419: Chapter 773: Great Freedom_2 Logan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly upon hearing her words: “Actually, I was just lucky. I benefit a lot from observing the artifact refining process of a Wright Family master. After returning, I got some help from Dragon Blood and was able to craft this longsword so quickly.”

“I won’t lie, everyone being so astonished has been quite a blow,” the woman said with a bitter smile, “Our Wright Family has always taken pride in artifact refining, only to find that Young Master Logan, you possess such extraordinary talent. It makes us, who have spent so much time and energy on artifact refining, feel rather inadequate.”

During the conversation, she looked at Logan with a touch of grievance in her eyes, as if she were lamenting why such talent wasn’t bestowed upon her. The other members of the Wright Family shook their heads and sighed, filled with both envy and jealousy toward Logan’s talent.

Seeing their reaction, Logan quickly consoled them: “Don’t be like this, everyone. I’m really just a beginner. In the path of artifact refining, there is still much for me to learn and improve. In the future, I hope to receive more guidance and assistance from you all.”

The members of the Wright Family, after hearing Logan’s words, felt some of their dissatisfaction and jealousy dissipate. They knew that although Logan was exceptionally gifted, he was also modest and polite. Moreover, his appearance might bring new vitality and opportunities to the Wright Family’s artifact refining skills. So, they expressed their willingness to exchange and learn with Logan, aiming to improve together.

Logan, understanding the sentiments of those around him, lightly touched his nose, guilt shining through his eyes as if to say, “I really didn’t mean it.” He cleared his throat, trying to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere with a light tone, “Ah, this, I wasn’t very aware of the situation beforehand, maybe I have a bit of a talent in this area, I hope you all don’t take it to heart.” As he spoke, he spread his hands and hooked up the corner of his mouth with a helpless smile.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, the air around them seemed to freeze for a moment, then a low buzzing spread through the crowd. People looked at each other with complex emotions in their eyes–surprise, confusion, and more so, an indescribable heaviness. It was as if Logan’s words, far from calming the storm, plunged another knife into their hearts.

“Ah, you rascal, you’re really someone we love and hate!” A young man dressed in coarse cloth shook his head, his bitter smile containing a hint of helplessness. An old man beside him sighed, a glimmer of dimness flashing through his eyes as if thinking, “The younger generation is to be feared, but this talent is too astonishing. How can we, the older generation, endure this?”

At that moment, a forthright middle-aged man couldn’t hold back any longer. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face slightly red, obviously suppressing his anger, “No, no, I can’t stay any longer, if I do, I fear I can’t control my temper. I’ll take my leave now.” Without waiting for a response from anyone, he strode towards the door, his footsteps echoing heavily in the empty room.

After the first person took the lead, the second and third person also got up to say their goodbyes. Their steps were a bit staggered, clearly very much affected by the revelation. Some kept their heads down, their hands tightly clenched into fists, as if they were trying hard to control their emotions; others shook their heads while murmuring to themselves, unclear what they were saying.

Watching this scene, Logan had mixed feelings. He touched his forehead, where beads of sweat were faintly visible, feeling quite helpless. He thought to himself, “I didn’t expect it to be like this. Why is everyone so shocked? My intention was just to share and communicate.”

He looked around and saw several people had not left. These remaining individuals, whether sitting or standing, all revealed determination and persistence in their eyes. Logan felt warmth in his heart; he knew that those who had stayed were basically people with talent and aspirations in the art of training. They weren’t brought down by a moment of failure; instead, their belief was further solidified.

“Brother Logan, don’t take it to heart; they just find it hard to accept for the moment,” a burly Great Haniston approached, clapping Logan on the shoulder with a voice as resounding as a bell. He continued, “Your Talent is indeed astonishing, but it’s also a result of your hard work. We stayed behind precisely to exchange experiences with you and see if we can learn something from your expertise.”

Upon hearing this, Logan was filled with gratitude. He nodded and said, “Thank you, big brother, for your understanding and support. I didn’t expect things to turn out this way either, but I just feel that since we all share the same interests and hobbies, we should learn from each other and improve together. If my experience can help everyone, then I’m very happy.”

Saying this, Logan’s gaze swept across each person present, their eyes sparkling with anticipation and eagerness. He knew that, even though he had unintentionally put pressure on everyone, he had also ignited a fiercer fighting spirit and thirst for knowledge in them. This is perhaps the double-edged sword that Talent brings–a source of both admiration and jealousy, but more importantly, it motivates more people to keep moving forward and to surpass themselves continuously.

Hence, Logan began to detail his insights on the Training Skill, from the basics of Breathing Training to the advanced utilization of Inner Strength, explaining each detail clearly and precisely. Those present listened intently, nodding in agreement from time to time or raising their own opinions and questions. The whole room was filled with a lively yet harmonious atmosphere, as if any prior awkwardness and depression had been swept away.

Time passed unnoticed, and outside the window, the sunset began to slant westward. Yet the people in the room were oblivious to the passage of time, immersed in their own world, enjoying this rare opportunity for exchange and learning. Looking at this scene, Logan felt a sense of satisfaction and contentment. He knew this was the path of Martial Arts he sought–not just personal cultivation and improvement but a journey of growing and progressing together with like-minded friends.

Although they had been affected by the setback, it was clearly not as severe as the reactions of others before. Perhaps it was because, over time, everyone gradually accepted Logan’s astounding Talent, or maybe it was their deep-seated pursuit of Martial Arts that made them unwilling to give up such an opportunity for learning and exchange easily.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit subtle but no longer as awkward and oppressive as before. Everyone, standing or sitting, occasionally cast glances at Logan, their eyes filled with a mix of admiration and envy, and of course, a hint of challenge that was not easily detected.

At this moment, Oliver Wright stood up. He wore a gentle smile, elegantly disarming any awkwardness and tension. “Young Master Logan, if you don’t mind, let me take a look,” he said with a warm and firm voice, full of genuineness.

Hearing this, Logan was momentarily stunned, then smiled. “Thank you, second young master. Feel free to look, and ask me anything you don’t understand.” His words were full of confidence and also conveyed a hint of recognition for Oliver Wright.

Oliver Wright’s mouth twitched slightly at these last words. He understood what Logan meant–the other party had no other intentions, simply wanting to tell him that as a Forge Master, he was well-acquainted with the entire structure and process of forging. Oliver Wright murmured to himself, “This guy, he’s really straightforward.”

However, he quickly suppressed his errant thoughts and stepped forward to take a careful look. Logan’s forging product in hand had smooth lines and exquisite craftsmanship, clearly the work of a Master. Oliver Wright’s gaze swept over the forging product back and forth, secretly admiring in his heart.

“Young Master Logan, the technique used on this forging product is truly unique,” Oliver Wright couldn’t help but praise aloud.