ebonymovies Chapter 2373 Ironhold Crafter's Guild
Chapter 2373 Ironhold Crafter's Guild
Chapter 2373 Ironhold Crafter's Guild
Date: Unspecified Time: Unspecified Location: Myriad Realms, Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Trophy Section, Duel Realm, Crafting Sector, Venue: Chaos Dwarven Forge.
"Uncle!"
"Granduncle!"
Both Biore and Dulas exclaimed in unison, their surprise evident as they turned to face the source of the voice. Standing before them was a gray-haired, bearded old dwarf radiating authority—a Elder Chaos Dwarf.
"You two lost the privilege to call me that when you decided to stand against your own family," the Elder Chaos Dwarf said coldly, his voice indifferent. He ignored the murmurs bubbling up from the crowd around them, unbothered by their growing interest in his unexpected appearance at his opponent's stand.
"Oh, yeah, old fart? I don't want to call you uncle either! Old fart!" Biore suddenly exploded, his voice filled with defiance as he hurled the insult. His outburst shocked both Wyatt and Moon, who exchanged startled glances. This was not the scheming and calculative young dwarf they knew. Then it dawned on them that no matter how mature Biore acted for his age he was still a child hitting puberty in term's chaos dwarf lifespan. Dulas, however, stood frozen in place, her expression caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. She couldn't understand how participating in this duel against her uncle Bigold had equated to standing against her family. Since when did her uncle Bigold represent the entire Ironhold clan? And why hadn't anyone informed her about this change?
The Elder Chaos Dwarf narrowed his eyes at Biore's outburst. His voice was low and dangerous as he said, "If I were you, I'd watch my mouth. You're no longer an Ironhold, so I have no reason to hold back."
With that, a crushing pressure filled the air as the Elder Chaos Dwarf's majestic intent sense bore down on Biore. The sheer force was enough to make most men kneel, but Biore clenched his fists and stood his ground, his teeth gritted against the overwhelming power. "Arghhh!" he roared, refusing to yield.
"Good riddance!" Biore yelled back, his defiance unwavering. "I've been wanting to leave the family anyway but didn't know how. You just did me a favour. And if you so much as harm a single hair on me, you'll have my mother to answer to. Go ahead—try it. I dare you!"
The Elder Chaos Dwarf scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Funny that you think my sister would fight me—her own brother—over you, a drunken night's mistake," he said with an icy sneer.
Despite his harsh words, the Elder Chaos Dwarf didn't physically harm Biore. Even his oppressive intent sense, though suffocating, was carefully controlled, ensuring it didn't actually harm him. It was a show of dominance—a warning.
"Don't overestimate yourself, old fart. You're the brother she cares the least for, and I'm her favorite son," Biore shouted defiantly, ignoring the murmurs of the growing crowd of chaos dwarves gathering around them. Most of them were from the Ironhold family, their expressions shifting between surprise and disbelief.
Biore's words left nearly everyone stunned. The scene was beginning to feel absurdly comical, and many in the crowd couldn't help but wonder: Does Biore even know what being disowned means—or what it implies?
"Who told you that?" the Elder Chaos Dwarf asked, his mocking smirk widening. "Was it your mother?"
To his astonishment, Biore nodded earnestly. "Yes, she did! She said I'm her favorite and that she cares for me so much she'll even paused her crafting just to check up on me."
The Ironhold Crafter's Guild was renowned across the myriad realms, an elite organization that accepted only the most skilled crafters, regardless of race or origin. To be invited into its ranks was a dream shared by countless crafters—yet here was this unknown demon merchant, being offered membership on the spot.
As the Guild's name suggested, it was run by the Ironholds, a prestigious and influential family among the Chaos Dwarves. The Ironhold family had created the Guild not just as a symbol of their mastery but also as a means to assimilate talent from outside their lineage and even beyond their race. For all their arrogance and pride in their craft, even the Ironholds couldn't deny that there were always others out there who could rival or surpass them. The Guild was their way of strengthening their family's legacy by absorbing such talent.
Wyatt crossed his arms, his expression unreadable but his gaze steady as he addressed the Elder Chaos Dwarf. "After seeing how you treat your own blood, what makes you thing I would join your Guild?" His tone was calm but carried a sharp edge. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he added, "Besides, I already belong to a guild and I'm happy where I'm."
His words, though simple, hit like a hammer. The crowd collectively gasped, their disbelief palpable. The Ironhold Guild wasn't just any organization—it was a dream many didn't even dare to dream of.
The Elder Chaos Dwarf's brow twitched, though his expression remained composed. Behind the mask of indifference, his irritation was evident to those who paid close attention.
To the onlookers, Wyatt's rejection was almost incomprehensible. Yes, a two-millennium employment term might seem lengthy, but it wasn't a life of slavery. It was more akin to an extended, elite education. Joining the Guild meant access to the vast resources and knowledge of the Chaos Dwarves, a semi-ruler class race. Under their protection, Wyatt could have grown exponentially.
For most, the offer was a golden ticket. By the time the two millennia were up, a crafter under the Guild's wing could reach heights they wouldn't have dreamed of on their own—perhaps even becoming a semi-ruler class entity themselves. The Chaos Dwarves had the resources and track record to make such transformations happen; they had done so for others in the past and continued to do so now.
Yet here was this unknown demon merchant, rejecting the offer with an air of casual indifference. His smirk and the unwavering confidence in his tone conveyed one thing clearly—he wasn't even tempted.
Biore, standing nearby, blinked in astonishment. "He... he just said no?" he muttered under his breath, unable to process it fully.
Dulas bit her lip, her awe for Wyatt deepening. She didn't know whether to admire his courage or question his sanity, but one thing was certain: the Master Crafter was true to his words, he was really confident about his craft. He never doubted it even in face of such temptation.
Moon's sharp eyes darted to Wyatt, her admiration for him growing.
The Elder Chaos Dwarf finally broke the silence, his voice low but carrying a dangerous undertone. "You are either arrogant or more ignorant than I thought. Do you realize what you're turning down?"
Wyatt's smirk widened, his confidence practically radiating off him. "I know exactly what I'm turning down. I'm flattered by the offer, but it's not my cup of tea."
The Elder Chaos Dwarf's eyes narrowed, his expression turning colder. Without a word, he summoned his Devil Merchant Codex, as he prepared to leave, the Elder Chaos Dwarf's nodded at him saying, "Make sure you won't come to regret it later."
Wyatt nodded, unfazed, though he remained cautious. He hadn't expected the Elder Chaos Dwarf to let his rejection slide so easily. Especially, considering his hostility towards Dulas and Biore. He was starting to think there was something calculated about the Elder Chaos Dwarf's hostility toward Biore and Dulas.
Wyatt's gaze flickered briefly to Biore and Dulas, who stood awkwardly on the sidelines. Biore's jaw was clenched, his hands balled into fists, while Dulas looked visibly shaken, her usual spark dulled by the weight of the situation. Wyatt then turned his attention to the young chaos dwarves, who were watching Biore and Dulas as if they had seen the bogeyman. It was clear the Elder Chaos Dwarf had made an example of the two to remind the others of what happens to those who stand against their own. At the same time, he demonstrated that Chaos Dwarves welcome outside talent with open arms. Wyatt knew he had to fix this if he wanted to see his chaos dwarven assembly line to come into existence.