Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

The day has come to go to the city. I will wholesale the product at Camilo's today, and when I pick up the bedding, I will go home, but I am also concerned about the condition of Mr. Marius' sword, so I would also like to make sure.

Build and load the inventory you create on your luggage car. Not to mention you didn't do a blacksmith job for a week, the load is more than usual, so it weighs but it's almost an error for me and Rike to pull it off.

"I saw that on my way home two weeks ago. Let's be very careful going today."

"Okay."

"Oh, leave it to me."

I decided to offer a short sword to my hips, too. The one who hit Helen's shortsword again before, but the sharpness is too much, so it would help protect him. Proceed more carefully than usual. It's hard to imagine that a wolf would still think that a normal person would pass through a place like this if he were a thief, but I've never been cautious. I sandwiched one break along the way and was normally able to get to the forest exit. Pause there once and look around.

"What do you say? I don't feel anything."

If it's a sign, I can concentrate and feel it. But if the master kills the signs, he won't know. I don't think we can imitate those thieves, but it would be dangerous if there was one who could do it. I can't even turn this place off, I'll ask Thermia who can sense the smell.

"You don't even feel a rattle. There's no smell of blood, no smell of people."

"Are you okay then? Take care of the streets."

"Ooh."

Don't overlook the signs and go down the street fast enough to deal with any anomalies right away. With caution, I walked slower than usual, but I made it to the city safely. The guard standing is still not Mr. Marius today. This is my colleague, Mr Marius, who came with me to buy a sword.

"Hello"

"Oh, is that it? Hello."

"I haven't seen Mr. Marius lately, is something wrong?

I ask straight in. Doesn't seem to make much sense to me to say it away.

"Uh... he's been going to the capital for a while."

A colleague who answers slightly cloudy and moody words. Well, if it's hard to answer, I can't help it. Until I hear from someone else.

"Really? No, I was wondering how the sword was doing. If you get concerned too, go to Camilo's and talk to them."

"Oh well. No, I've used it a few times, but I'm fine so far."

"Really? That's good."

I responded nicely, but even I felt something hysterical inside. What I made was used (...) and (...), and on top of that, my colleague said that he was safe, the only person who was eligible to use it was small or large, so it wasn't safe. It's a weapon for that. But I can't really look away from the fact that someone was hurt by what I made. But I guess I need to be able to digest this properly after I take it. Instead of turning a blind eye or blunt.

Such determination remains in my chest, and I continue with my colleague Mr.

"With that said, I saw traces of blood around the woods that I went about an hour from here two weeks ago. Traces like they were dragged by the woods."

"Oh, you had a little report. There's been a lot of patrols lately, but if you see anything again, just let me know."

"Okay. Well, say hello to Marius, too."

After all, the guards in this city are much more diligent than I think. Is it good treatment?

We'll have a meeting with our colleague and we'll go into the city. Even today the boulevard is full of people pulling carriages and luggage, vibrant. There's a Camilo store a little off that boulevard, so if we turn that way, the crowd will be extremely reduced. I'm not saying it's dark or extremely narrow, I'm not just saying it doesn't feel like people who don't need it get too urry. We'll go ahead and pull the baggage truck. It didn't take long, so I went to Camilo's.

I turn the luggage car around by the warehouse, and from there I call the store people, and when they open the warehouse door, I stick every luggage inside, and while they call Camilo, I go into the upstairs business room (and that's what I'm just calling it, so I don't know what the Camilos actually call it) and wait for Camilo. Camilo and Mr. Keeper - and the person I'm calling inside - arrived in no time. Go in the room and open it. Camilo says best.

"Did I make you wait?

"No, not at all"

"Is the product as usual?

"Oh. I have a knife and both long and short swords in the warehouse, not enough for two weeks, but a little more for a week. If you get any extra, leave me alone."

"No, in two weeks, all your guys will sell. I'll take the one I brought."

"Right. I appreciate that. So, did you get any bedding or anything?

"That's not a problem. Was that two sets?

"If that's the case, I want three sets."

Until we made the bed, we completely lost sight of the guest room, so we didn't have enough bedding for one set. Well, you don't have to be here today to have it all in place by the next time, or you can go around Free City and procure it.

"Oh, there's got to be some inventory. So, that and the usual iron stones and charcoal, salt and wine, okay?

"I'm sorry, that helps."

"What, each other?"

The story came together, so when Camilo glanced at the head for a moment, the head nodded and left the room.

I made sure the warden left the room. I cut it out.

"By the way, Camilo, is something going on in the capital?

"Why not?

"I've heard of a guard who's been in the capital for a while and hasn't come back. Even if a guard guarding the city is the capital, it's not the only way to go to another city, and even if that's a comeback, it won't be that long, right? He buys my knife and everything, so I'm a little worried."

"I see..."

Damn it. Camilo thinks into my words. Wherever I am at the point I'm thinking about it, I confessed to knowing something, but he's a merchant, and I guess he knows how to do it around there.

Slightly heavy silence fills the room. Eventually, Camilo told me just a little bit.

"Right now, the capital is going to stink. You're another senior nobleman down there, rather than what the King says, it feels like something's going to happen around there. Maybe the guard has something to do with the area.... I can't even say this for you anymore"

"Right. Sorry, thanks."

"Never mind. You shouldn't stick your neck in anything unnecessary."

"I get it. Better than that, because you haven't been told, the information fee is for free, right?

"Oh, don't be a merchant when you say that!

That's how Camilo and I laugh at each other. Pray so that we don't let each other get caught up in the Gotthagota of that capital.