"Ellie and Kurli's Blacksmith" got off to a pretty smooth and full sail start, to put it mildly. A pig with a sword on his waist and a guest knocking at a door sandwiched by a raccoon will not be interrupted today.
Some of the customers who came to the store every day also had more noble faces, which became rumours and created a good circulation that also attracted noble guests. They don't hesitate to pay for anything better than a civilian guest. Owing to this, the management of the store is quite moist.
That's a great thing, but honestly, all of our products have high unit prices for this. Considering the location, that's unusual.
Few customers are wealthy enough to make regular purchases, making it difficult for customers to settle in.
Of course, not only is it for sale, but repairs are also being made, but it has recently been found that the sword itself can only chase scratches to the point of healing if it is hard to grind itself.
The reputation of the sword was greatly appreciated, and what a lonely thing it was for a customer who showed her face once to not see her face since.
Even so, a handful of regulars began to form in our store.
First of all, he is an old Barol, the same blacksmith. Making less time out of my work, I'm putting my face on our store. The purpose is to see what I do, and that seems to be the most fun I've had lately. Always looking at my job with a groan that doesn't look good for my age. I'm glad you're here and you look like you're having fun, but unfortunately he's not a regular, though.
The other is Mr. Polly. He's been looking after me since I woke up from a strange cocoon. I can't thank her enough. She also sees the hands-on time at the liquor store at home and comes to this store. The purpose is to have a romantic talk with Ellie. While the customer is here, she is cleaning the store to keep it out of the way of her work. But, no, Ellie and I are going to talk about Kakah Sex Shark. Van, the second son of the shoe store, makes good liquor, and the three men in the furniture store are good cooks, and they don't get tired of looking for a future son-in-law every day. I'm glad she seems to enjoy herself, too, but unfortunately she's a regular, but not a guest.
One last person. The boy who came with Madam the other day and bought the sword. His name is Liot Norris. Three boys from the Norris family who are forced to learn swordsmanship from their mother to improve their inner personality. Since the brothers were going to take over the territory, he had a madam idea that he wanted to be an independent knight.
But the insipid Liot boy didn't fit his horse with Madame's hired rigid sword teacher, and he was running away from every thing he had to do with his sword training. So he seems to have come up with it, the blacksmith the other day who struck me with a sword. I can hit this many swords. He can use swordsmanship, maybe. I didn't remember, but when I grabbed the sword, I found I could use the guide, and the Liot boy begged me, and I ended up serving as his swordsmanship teacher. Madam also acknowledged that, and the story came together that she would also pay her money as a sword teacher.
Teaching swordsmanship to a Liot boy is fun, and I don't feel bad about being counted on. However, he is also a regular, but not a blacksmith customer.
Therefore, there were almost no regular ”customers” in this store. That's my problem these days, and if I was aware of it, I would have told Old Barol about it.
The two of us lined up and watched as the Liot boy enjoyed his swordsmanship training, while old Barol answered my concerns.
"This is all the shops, and it's hard to find the kind of customers to visit. There aren't many decent people like that who have good customers in good shops, so you can't be so depressed. He said we'd find him one day."
That was the answer of someone who had run a blacksmith for years. Barol, it may have taken a long way for the swordsmen with great arms who had gone to the old man to meet him as well.
Then I don't think I'll do my job until the good guest arrives, as he says.
"Master! Is this really okay? I've been practicing basics all week..."
"It's not just the past week. Be prepared for basic practice for six months. Once you've got the foundation, you'll be in a hell of a special training where when it was basic practice you think it was heaven."
"Hih..., I'm still fine with basic practice!
Watching the Liot boy keep practicing healthy for a while, I decided to go back to my job. Still, I don't feel bad about being called a master. I don't know why, but I don't think it's the first time. Maybe I was doing something masterful in the part of my memory that was missing. Exactly. Maybe I was a pretty amazing person.
"Something's stretching under your nose."
Old Barol pointed me out when I got on track. I can't even be evil in front of him observing how I am.
"Bye. Speaking of which, an interesting man is coming to this city right now."
Funny guy? A street performer?
"Not a regular customer that your Lord cared about. Maybe the guy will be a regular customer of this store."
Grandpa! You listened to me properly! Who? Who is it? That super funny guy.
"He's a man who seems to grow up well, but now he probably doesn't have the money to buy the sword of this store."
Heck! You don't even have the money, but you're a regular customer!? Knock!
"Yes. Don't look blatantly disgusted. It's only now that we don't have any money. That man, he'll definitely be a big shot in the future. If I give him a cheap sword right now, he'll be grateful, and if he likes the sword, he'll have a long relationship."
That's the one called initial investment. Nevertheless, I didn't know Old Barol was man enough to expect him to be an absolute big man in the future...... What the hell is he like? I'm getting sexually intrigued.
"Where is he now?
"I don't need to talk fast. Apparently, it's a doctor's egg. I hear you're training martial arts all over the place. And now they train in this city. You said you'd be out of town in a month."
"Did you actually meet him?
"That's right. Because he checked everything out cheaply and he had a reputation for selling his own medicine cheaply. I got a look at my shoulder that hurt a little. My arm was too modest to say I was in training. The pain of those who have been going on for so long has disappeared since that day, and the stories I know tell you that cheap drugs are quite effective. I wish I could just make money for the trip, so it's cheap."
"Heh, that was something some people were amazing about. It's like a saint."
I said what I honestly thought.
"And he's still young. The word saint suits you very well. That's as old as your lord. I hear that at all the princes of this country are also young and firm, and the next generation of young talent is out one after another. The word" retirement "is a word that comes to mind when you look at things like that."
"You can still do the old man, Barol."
In fact, I think this guy's arm is pretty good in this city.
"Anyway, why don't we get the doctor as a guest? I'm a big doctor in the future, not someone who might be in the arms of the country. Excellent personality."
"No, no, you're a doctor, aren't you? You don't need a sword."
"You idiot! Not a single blacksmith's arm, not yet as a merchant. I told you I was going on a journey. Given the dangers on the road, you should keep one or two of your swords. That's all I can think about! At all, I'm still not in the mood to say that I have a wife..."
To the end it is a complete mistake, but I decided to keep my mouth shut because I think I'm going to get a painful counterattack when I give my opinion to old Barol now. Indeed, it is a supremely damning opinion that you should have a sword to protect the contents of the road. That's right, I've just been doing it for years. I'm still going to be able to absorb a lot from this guy.
"I was just watching. I didn't have a sword yet. By catching them before the other blacksmiths cross the line!
"Yes, I'll come and see a doctor."
"That's what I meant. My daughter-in-law needs to take advantage of the opportunity to make money..."
To the end is once again a super mistake, but, well, no.
I told Ellie I was going to get a doctor and I went out of town in my jacket. Ellie didn't really understand it, but it was a pain in the ass to explain it from the start, so that would be a doctor getting trip.
I rushed out, but I don't know where to turn. and a liotto boy came out of the store late there.
"Master, you're going to get the rumored doctor, aren't you? I might be able to help you."
Unexpected luck. The Liot boy was surprisingly informative.
"I've been talking about it in my house lately. There are actually a lot of rumors out there about you being a pretty good person. His first name was, but, Rain... yes, he was a man of a rainy name. My mother said it was a good guy who drips water too, so I kind of remembered it as an image."
"Are you such a good man? And he's a fine doctor. You're invincible now."
"Yeah, you seem like a really great guy. He says he refuses, but he's got a lot more to offer and people trying to pay him a lot of money. While he was traveling around the city on check-ups, there were groups of women called SS who arrived and went around."
Really familiar. Let's officially give Lettel as an informant. SS follows you around... like you're jealous scared. No, I knew I was scared.
"That was troubling. It's going to be hard to pull up to our blacksmith where I found him. Besides, I guess you won't receive a contribution when it comes to that story. Even a sword goes into a tribute."
"Why don't we just make it pay? I can't believe I just got my master's sword."
"Yes, but is that it?
You'll be glad to say something.
"But it's just information that makes me anxious to even get close in the first place"
"Right. My mother said she officially invited me as a guest too, but she said no... Yes! Master, I've come up with a good thing. You just have to see him as a patient."
"Sounds like a good idea, but I'm creepy healthy. Too bad in this case."
I woke up and didn't remember anything about myself, but I've learned quite a few things in this short period of time. First of all, this body is so sturdy.
Move well, work well, eat less, and rarely cause discomfort.
Excellent, too great, but unfortunately not this time.
"Are they amazing doctors? If I'm bad, I'm in a bad mood because I'm lying. You'll lose your trust and nothing."
"Hmm, you're a tough guy"
The feeling of blockage is amazing. It's a reckless one. But when I go home without doing anything, old Barol is going to piss me off.
"Do you want me to just meet you? Do you know where it is? Liot."
"Given the journey we have been following these past few days, we can assume to some extent. Let's go!
Under the guidance of Liot, we head to the district thinking that there is a doctor with great skill. I have to thank the disciple of information later.
What Liot took me to was a neighborhood with lots of residences. An idyllic time flies far from the hustle and bustle of the market. Sometimes during the day, many residents will be heading out to work facing the boulevard. In such a quiet corner of the house, we found it.
A group of women. A group of people flocking around it. Everyone's gaze was directed at the seemingly home.
Oh, that's it. I knew right away. The women would be in Liot's intel, the SS. Is the population around you the next patients or is it just a wild horse name? I guess there's a doctor in the house with his gaze pointed at him who's the person of interest.
"I see, is this what you're getting at"
"You seem to be close."
"Let's go to the side. Maybe we'll get some information."
Then we get mixed up in a group. Every conversation I hear from around here is about a young doctor. Who said they had healed after seeing it, or that they had come to see me too?
In the meantime, me and Liot had come all the way around the front line of the group. I wanted to go through the group and get to the front of the house and even look in the face of the doctor who came out, but the group of women stood in front of me with a temperamental face that I wouldn't let them.
The SS. Amazing temper.
One of those women stepped forward and turned to me.
"Captain of the SS, it's Carser. What can I do for you, Master Rail?
I'm sure she made fun of me and said her name and probably the doctor's.
"Rail, you mean the doctor? I was wondering if he was here to see me."
"Are you even seriously ill? If not, shut up and watch Lady Rail go around the city."
"There are no serious patients. I just want to talk to you for a second, can't I?
"No! Lady Rail is very busy."
No sign of no. No, pressure from the SS increased all at once. It was a sign of intent not to let me come any closer.
Barometric pressure me and Liot slowly retreat.
"Can you just give me a message, a message?
"No, sir."
No questions asked. It's as if it's her belongings. I just thought once that someone named Rail was in trouble.
"It's not a bad story. I guess the doctor on that journey doesn't have a weapon. It would be a great shame if you were injured on your journey, even though you said you were doing great because of it. So I thought I'd buy one with my sword. I'm a blacksmith."
"Yes, I'm here to do business. But what you're saying makes sense. You can tell her that. Which blacksmith is it?
"It's called Ellie and Kurli's Blacksmith."
"You're Ellie and Kruln's blacksmith. Okay."
I have no idea. It's so different. The part of my name.
"Oh, I know that store."
One of the SS, who was holding back, spoke.
"It's a pig and raccoon shop with a sword on its waist, isn't it? I know where it is."
"Yes. Then I'll leave you the message of 'Erie and Kruln's Blacksmith'"
When the captain appointed her to work, she jumped happily.
Maybe the role of being able to talk to a doctor is a great honor. For them.
I just want to correct the name of the store, but they know about pigs and raccoons, so I don't even need to correct it. If that doctor really craves a sword, the store will soon find it.
"Well, thank you for asking."
The requirements were met, so me and Liot went back to the house.
The doctor didn't come to the store that day. Maybe it was too late to tell. I told him safely, but maybe he wasn't interested. Anyway, old Barol didn't seem to have any connection with the doctor he referred me to.
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Rail Rain was tired.
He was now, as a doctor's egg, saving those suffering from illness while traveling around the place. This was the first challenge my master gave me that knocked me into medicine. I feel so much significance for this training itself. It was also rewarding.
But I'm a little worried about something that has nothing to do with it. I had a sense that my appearance was better than that of a person. Women called the SS are still following behind me today. No offense to them, so it's hard to tell them not to follow. I was just tired of going around the city on checkups all day and I always felt a little burdened having to talk to them at the end of the day, even though I wanted to get in bed early. I'm used to it when I say I'm used to it because it makes a similar situation wherever I go to the city.
"Dear Lail. Are you sure you want to start today's briefing?
The debriefing started today at the diner that happened to be in. It is done in the corner so as not to stand in the way of the store.
The information they got on the seriously ill people in this city was passed on. I was purely thankful for this. Their information helped me so much that I could make plans for the future.
After that, I move on to their personal stories quite a bit. Some were given, so Rayle was listening to them in discipline.
In the meantime, one woman came forward and was told a story about a blacksmith asking me to buy a sword. Because it's dangerous on the journey, they're talking about whether to use a single sword. They don't just sell it to me, they sell it. I liked the wonder and the part.
Nevertheless, when I hear of a blacksmith, Rayle thinks of the face of a friend he lost three years ago as natural. I earnestly worked on my doctor's study, and it was thanks to that friend that I embarked on this journey. He would have had a lot of dreams, too. But that didn't come true. for sacrificing myself and saving many people. I believed he would be alive, but after a year of waiting, I don't even know where he is. Those days had passed and everyone had given up on his survival. Rayle is one of them.
I had nostalgic memories on my chest, and Rayle asked the woman a question.
"What's the name of the store?
Rail, who always only shows interest in patient information and listens to other stories, cannot hide her surprise at the first interest. I guess I never dreamed I'd get a voice from the woman who was questioned. I can't move my mouth as it solidifies to surprise.
Instead, the SS captain said.
"'Erie and the Kurlun Blacksmith,' he said. Shall we find out where, too? If you seem busy, I'll go get the sword instead!
Rayle chuckled a little.
I felt a slightly strange edge in the name of that blacksmith that subtly resembled the name of a friend and his thinker who died three years ago.
"No, of course check-ups are a top priority. If I can spare some time, maybe I can go. Anyway, good luck everyone. See you tomorrow."
Rayle told them to understand, and carried the soup carried to the table to his mouth.