Last Wish System Chapter 91: Trade City's Port

After leaving the Zuatania Merchant Association's building, Oscro spoke to Yale in a low voice.

"I will go to visit my parents and tell them the good news about the company. Take this money; you should have more than enough to enjoy the city. Only... try to hide your identity as the Silent Healer, the more mysterious you are, the better for the company."

Oscro gave Yale enough paper money for an ordinary citizen of Trade City to live a whole month with some luxuries; it was a lot for one day. Oscro wanted that Yale relaxed himself and enjoyed a bit as he was always working on healing others.

For the current Yale, doing business was forbidden, but with money, anyone could enjoy the city services.

Yale was left alone before he could ask anything to Oscro, so he decided to do a bit of tourism by the city. Especially, he wanted to go to the coast.

Yale walked until a small empty ally and used Shape Shift changing his appearance for that of a normal eleven years old kid.

His new face and hairstyle were different from before, so there was no way someone associated him with the Silent Healer.

Wyba also used Shape Shift to shrunk her size and hid into the wide sleeve of Yale's new clothes.

Yale went out of the alley and started walking on the streets; he didn't buy anything in the shops as limited to look at the city and its citizens.

People in trade city were different from the people in Imperial City because in Trade City the effort surpassed the bloodline, while in Imperial City the bloodline was what really mattered and the noble clans recruited only a few commoners, the others were without hope.

People in Trade City had hope and ambition to become more influential with their efforts as they weren't restrained due to the place they were born, that was a huge contrast with most people in Imperial City who had accepted to their fate to live as commoners.

Yale liked the Trade City's lifestyle more as he preferred to rely on his efforts instead of his ancestry.

Yale strolled for the city until he reached the coast where a large port was situated. In that port, there was a large ship which was far larger than the others.

Yale had read about ships before in the books, but he never imagined that it was possible to construct such colossal ship.

Yale didn't try to hide his shock as he looked the ship, he doubted that anyone wouldn't feel shocked after seeing it.

An old man neared him after seeing his face.

"You seem impressed by the ship. This ship is the best work of the whole city, and it is capable of crossing the ocean to reach other continents. It is still quite difficult to commerce with them, but our success rate in trading had improved a lot since I was young."

That old man seemed like someone who had always lived in Trade City and knew more about the city than books did.

Furthermore, Yale also felt that the old man was incredibly strong even if he looked old, he should have lived who knows how many years.

Yale saw a lot of old people strolling in the port, it was an essential place to the city, and those old people felt prideful for it and liked to be there to explain things to the kids because every one of them had some relation with the port or the giant ship.

They had taken part in port's construction or in the ship's creation, even if they were already old and left most of the matters to the younger generation, they liked to remember their days of glory by speaking to everyone their stories, especially to curious kids.

That old man was also one of them; he talked without stopping for an hour about the past, and Yale heard him without complaining as he liked to gather more information about Trade City.

The old man was part of the team who constructed the huge ship years ago; that ship was quite old even if due to the excellent maintenance it looked new.

"Senior is impressive; you should be very skilled in forging metals to create such a resistant ship."

The old man laughed pleased at Yale's words, anyone who had worked in creating the ship was indeed an expert forging metal, that old man was at most average among those who had worked in it, even if he exaggerated his own prowess when speaking.

However, being average among that group of smiths was already impressive enough.

Yale didn't know exactly how good the old man was at forging but disregarding that, as long he was really part of the team who constructed the ship, his level was more than enough to Yale's purpose.

Yale didn't flatter the old man due to politeness; he wanted that the old man teach him the basics about forging since he heard the story about the difficulties he had forging the ship's metals.

Yale was confident about improving by himself later on, but at least he wanted to have someone teaching him the basics, and that old man was as good as anyone else.

Even if the old man refused in the end, Yale could simply continue strolling and talking with the other elders, someone would be bored enough to give some basic pointers to him, and Yale could pay if they requested it as he had money with him.

If everyone refused he could wait to ask the merchant association for a personal forging teacher; Yale could pay for some basic classes.

"I am indeed very skilled at forging metals, although lately, I don't forge too much as I spend a lot of my time on other things."

The old man laughed again, boasting his skills in front of youngsters was one of his preferred hobbies.

"Senior, do you think I will be capable of forging like you in the future? I never tried before, but after hearing your story, I also want to learn to forge metal."

Yale really seemed like a kid who had been motivated due to the old man's words. That was quite a common scene after a kid heard the story from an elder.

"Oh, I don't know your talent, but if you didn't try to forge, you wouldn't know it."

Finally, the conversation reached the point Yale was waiting.

"Can senior appraise my talent in forging? A mere glance when I try to forge something will be enough."

Yale didn't hope that the old man would teach him directly, but if he showed that he had some talent, the chances of the old man teaching him the basics would increase.

The old man looked at Yale. Indeed, for him, a glance was enough to see if someone was talented or not.

Furthermore, he saw that Yale was young, but he was already at the 6-star mortal realm, even if Yale had his original appearance the old man would still be capable of knowing that Yale was about eleven.

Moreover, Yale has also heard his whole story and showed admiration for him. Thus, the old man decided to accept Yale's request as he was used to accepting such requests because he also liked to see the talent the new generation had. Of course, he only accepted to see the talents of the kids he liked, but as long the kid showed some practicing talent and heard his story it wasn't that difficult.

However, he never taught anything to those kids, giving them a proper evaluation of their ability was kind enough from him.

"Alright, take this piece of metal and try to create dagger's blade, let's see how good you are relying on your instinct to forge."

The old man only gave Yale a small piece of metal; he didn't give him anything else. Usually, the kids thought a bit and ended up asking some tools, that kind of knowledge was also important to a smith.

Yale received the metal and thought about how to forge it, he knew about forging tools, but as the old man didn't give him anything else, instead of thinking in asking for the tools, he thought about how to forge without tools.

The old man sighed as Yale didn't ask for the tools quickly, he felt that Yale's knowledge about forging was too lacking.

The old man was about to tell Yale that he needed other tools when Yale cast a Fire Ball, a Water Ball, and small Stone Golems which took the shape of tools.

The old man was surprised that Yale wanted to forge using magic, that was indeed a suitable method for forging, but also a difficult one, it wasn't suited for beginners.

The old man didn't interrupt Yale, and even other elders had approached to see the scene, they also liked to look at the youngsters' capabilities, and Yale's forging was weird due to his method, so they were enjoying the spectacle.

Yale managed to create something similar to a small blade for a dagger after a lot of effort. He immediately used appraisal on it.

"Metal forged by the user. Useless."

Yale sighed, as he understood that he had thoroughly failed in the forging process.

Chapter end