My beard and my hair are wobbly, and I'm obviously a vagrant.

How could a man like this be a blacksmith who could strike a sword...

Senior adventurers and dean teachers also said that there were many fraudsters in King's Landing, so I'm sure this person is one of them.

It's best to ignore it.

I ignore my uncle who brings a stinking story with a breath of alcohol.

"Hey, do you think I'm frivolous? Even so, you're proud to be the best in the kingdom! Are you listening to me?!"

Uncle thought he couldn't hear us ignoring him, so he speaks even louder.

"Let's go, Finn."

"Well, yeah, yeah."

When I got involved, I thought it was troublesome, and I pulled Finn's hand and walked out to get out of the place.

"Wait, wait, wait! You guys are going to swing a stick for the chance to get the best blacksmith sword in the kingdom!" Please! If you can't pay, the shop you set up will be taken away! "

The uncle put his head on the ground as he moved quickly in front of us as he tried to leave.

"Obviously something's wrong..." I don't know what to say to myself, but we don't look rich in any way.

Don't listen to people who ask us for money.

Fine, don't stop.

Um, yeah.

"Alright! You can't trust my arm!" I'll show you proof that I'm a good blacksmith! This is it! This sword is the greatest masterpiece ever made! "

When the uncle with his head on the ground took out the sword that was pointed at his waist in front of us, he pulled it out of the sheath and showed him the blade.

Ugh, that's it! Such a scruffy uncle can use such a beautiful sword.

Intrigued by the sword my uncle showed me, I stopped my leg as I tried to leave.

"Hey, can I have a look?"

"Oh, I'll let you touch it specially." A million ounces is a delicacy. Don't scratch it! "

When I received the sword from my uncle, I checked its condition in detail.

There is no strain, and the blade part is made with uniform thickness.

Both the handle and the gripping part of the sword are firmly made to withstand practicality.

A million ounces is too much to say, but it's definitely a better sword than a second-hand sword.

When I tried it several times, it was a very solid sword.

"Nice sword... why don't you wave Finn too, uncle?"

"Oh, shake that kid over there, too." It's an amazing delicacy. "

Well then, let's spoil your words.

I envied him that I was waving my sword, so I decided to let him taste the beauty of this sword.

After a few shakes, Finn noticed the nature of the sword and looked surprised.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a sword struck by someone like the bumpkin vagrant who breathes out the smell of alcohol in front of you.

I can see how surprised Finn is.

How about that? Have you trusted my skills?

Uncle finally said, "Did you recognize me?"

"The sword is certainly good to be made of..."

Trust my uncle, or if you're lost, Finn will whip your ears at me.

"Alfine, the sword is good, but I don't know for sure that uncle hit it." Maybe it was stolen. "

”Sure. Can't you just throw away that kind of possibility...?”

Looking at that sword alone, I think I can spit out all my money, but my uncle told me that he would replace his new sword with a pile of sake.

The sword I just showed you was stolen, but my uncle wasn't really a blacksmith.

"I only admit the value of the sword." But I have no proof that my uncle is a blacksmith! "

Usually, Finn does a lot of negotiations with adults, but this time it's about swords, so I'm going to do it myself.

"Damn it, kid! Look at my hands! The burns and the turtles are crushed and thickened! This is the hand of the blacksmith."

My uncle showed me his hand.

Like I said, there are burns everywhere, and the skin of my hands seems thick...

In the first place, I've never seen a blacksmith's hand.

This cannot be judged by the hands of the person in the profession.

"If you're a blacksmith, you have your own workshop!" Let me see that! "

When the workshop said that it wanted to see it, my uncle changed his complexion.

"Shit, you son of a bitch! I want to see the workshop!"

"Yeah, then I'll trust you." Whether you want me to make you a sword or not, I'll decide! Finn, that's good, right? "

"Yeah, well, it's about the price of a drink..." I don't have that much with me. "

If I could get a sword at the same level as the one Finn showed me, I'd be willing to pay the price.

As an adventurer, it's an important weapon for saving my life, and I want to get something good if I can.

"Grubbing! Because they are kids with a good walking posture, I applied for a loan in anticipation of the sword's arm, but this was done." Blacksmith Nikolai, I will not forget this humiliation! "

Normally, I often stand up to adults, and I hardly speak to them, but I don't feel that way about my uncle.

I wonder if there are places where I can smell the same smell as myself.

I felt like a blacksmith, but with great enthusiasm and respect for the sword.

The sword was very well maintained. No one cares about swords but evil.

"Uncle, you're called Nikolai." I'm Alphine, and you're my partner, Finn. Now, let's get you to the workshop. "

"Nikolai-san, Alfine is making a foolish request, but I want to make a deal after we have as much certainty as possible... sorry"

"Ugh! You guys are going to put a son of a bitch in the workshop..." It's all because of the booze. Shit, shit. "

Come on, Nikolai. Where's the workshop?

"Shit! I just got in from the main street in downtown!" I'll show you around, and I'll put you in the workshop, but don't touch anything! "

“All right, I promise. Finn's good, too, right?"

"Yeah, I promise. I won't touch anything from the workshop.”

"Alright! Then come on!"

We decided to head to the blacksmith Nikolai's workshop to get a decent sword.

I don't feel like I'm being fooled, but if Nikolai is a con man, we can just stick him out to the guards.

If you were really a blacksmith, you could make a sword of that kind if you agreed on the amount.

Whichever way we fall, we should have no problem...