Haroon

Out of the chaos, Harun remembers the item they asked for and thought of the Harun sister first. But soon I shook my head.

Do you want me to find out? '

Suddenly, I thought that. I thought I could leave it to the Harlan sisters, but there's nothing I can't do for myself.

'You can't be part of a storm base, can you?'

I thought I wouldn't be able to process the paperwork because I didn't learn it, but it seemed like I was going to miss a goal, but I learned a lot and it was a good experience to know about the base as a whole.

"Being annoyed or ignorant is just an excuse for failure or Borderer like I used to be! '

I don't know what else to do, but it was better to do something meaningful than just kill time. Harun, who was physically and mentally dismayed by himself, liked it best when he was engaged in something. Whether it was important or not, he could feel his value just by being passionate.

'Okay, let's do it.'

Harun decides to go back to the warriors' room and collect the hides.

Harun smiles at his mouth as he leaves the inn, feeling the weight of his backpack with the hides of water for his samples.

I had to think about it to sell them properly. If he didn't know anything, he would have gone to the market, but Harun now knew that the world was turning around through the game.

"Information!"

The hide is unusual, since it is not common. Find a merchant or craftsman who needs a horse hide.

Tarim Workshop! '

That reminds me. Tarim and his sons made special defense gear for the Blowing Mercenaries out of Rump Orc Hide. Harun, who had visited his shop when he came to Herb City, had heard that he had moved here to set up a large workshop with his sons' recommendations.

'By the way, should we make defense gear out of these hides?'

The crew grows greedy. It reminds me that some of them were not able to pay due to the lack of dedicated defense gear. In fact, on the way to Herb City, Harun thought he might go to the Fuchran Mountains to look for Rump Orcs because of his armor.

'But I was reluctant.'

It was a strange feeling. Harun felt a strong refusal when he remembered the idea of catching Rump Orcs and having to skin them. I thought of killing Rump Orcs, but I was strangely upset. They were sad and pitiful. I felt a sense of frustration about myself from time to time when I was simply incapacitated.

Why do you feel that way? '

I'm not sure why. Is it because it has a higher level of intelligence than ordinary Orcs? I couldn't figure out why I felt a similar feeling of intimacy to those close to Rump Orcs called Demon Orcs.

'Yes! Let's find Tarim Workshop.'

It was an improvised decision, but the more I thought about it, I was sure it was the right decision. The existence of long fur and leather are so much thicker than that of a Rump Orc that the artisans might be able to process it, but they insist on crafting a new piece of blast mercenary armor, since they must be better than Rump Orc Hide.

Harun heard information about the Workshop Street from the dominant before he left the inn.

The workshop's distance on the outskirts of the city commercial district was divided into four sections. Four workshop areas that manufacture, process and sell handicrafts, leather, jewelry, and metal products were extremely crowded with shops and people trying to buy items.

Forge-equipped hardware stores were the densest areas and the busiest areas to trade jewelry. Leather storefronts sold a lot of necessities, necessities, and defense equipment to foreigners and residents alike.

Harun checked the names of the shops, being careful not to bump into people.

"Amazing. Are all these shops going to be traded? '

At first glance, the number of shops on both sides of the street was quite large. The shops, along with the street space where they exhibit and sell goods, had workshops with numerous craftsmen working on the system inside.

Tarim's Workshop was soon found. The former Herb City Workshop didn't have a sign with the same name on it, but now it even had a sign that said "Tarim Workshop." Most shops knocked down the wall on the side of the street, so you could see the items that were on display indoors, but some weren't, and that was Tarim's shop.

"Welcome."

After opening the door, Harun can hear a bright and cheerful greeting. Now, a boy about sixteen years old was the protagonist of that voice, but when I saw his big, blunt nose, it looked just like Tarim.

"What are you looking for?"

After sweeping the boy's face for a moment, Harun's gaze turned to the inside of the store.

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, the inside of the store was empty. There were all these giant tables and chairs that seemed to be for counseling. It was never a typical store appearance. The boy opens his mouth cautiously, watching Harun's head tilt slightly to the side.

"Our workshop only handles orders, sir."

Flavor is an unusual customer. Pirol, the grandson of Tarrim, was nervous about the majesty and the weight of the nobleman's natural oppression of man.

"I want to meet my grandfather."

Harun's words widen pyrrole's eyes. I didn't think I was a very polite guest, but I didn't think I'd find my grandfather. Since I moved here according to my sons' opinions, Tarim, Pirol's grandfather, has rarely come out of the counseling room.

"Hall, do you know Grandpa?"

Harun smiles at the apprehensive swinging of the pyrrole. Yes, I only saw a slightly twisted mouth because of the long hair, but it was different from when I was expressionless.

"When I was in Herb City, I ordered something."

"Ah! Wait a moment, then. Grandpa will be happy to see you."

The pyrrole moves quickly to the workshop on the inside with a surprised look on his face. I wasn't sure if I would be able to get an order that would help save a difficult workshop. Even the young pyrrole knew that the name was very difficult because there were hardly any spells, so he stepped faster.

Tarim, Pirol's grandfather, was unworthy of moving here.

Tarim's theory was that craftsmen should be acknowledged by others through goods made, not by showing off their skills. Like so many other shops on this street, he hated it so much that he made and took advantage of it just to sell a lot. That's why I fought many times with my sons, but I didn't give up.

His family, as well as his grandfather's disciples, had all the money they had to relocate here and opened the shop, but his family had a serious difficulty in life because of the tarrim of the orderlies, but he still insisted on ordering.

I waited for a while, but the tar came out from the inside, and I saw three sons behind him. Their faces were filled with various emotions, including anticipation and curiosity.

"Who are you?"

Tarim and his three sons gazed carefully at Harun. Although they were wearing everyday clothes, the energy of the whole body was unusual, and no matter what the pyrrole told them, their attitude was very tense.

"You don't remember."

Soft words gave relief to Tarim and his sons, but the light of suspicion was still young. From what I can see, it seems like a sphere, but the person who has this prayer could not remember.

"When you were in Herb City, you used to bring me Rump Orc hide."

"Ah! That young mercenary friend!"

Tarim's hard face loosens like a warm soup. He rushes forward with a bright smile and grabs Harun's hand.

"Move your hair around. I also know where the knights attacked because of the armor I made. I see it in those eyes now. I came to introduce you to Gatz."

"Yes, it's been a long time. I stopped by a little while ago, and they said they'd moved here."

"Good to see you. Have a seat."

Not only Tarim, but his sons also remembered Harun and greeted him. Harun brought 20 leathers along with the horns of the Rump Orcs. He was a very impressive guest to them.

"So, how's it going there?"

Seeing that the big question was Herb City, Tarim seemed to miss it a lot, unlike his sons.

"I'm the only one who knows the news there. The street was still full of lively kids and rich girls shopping, and the workshops were lively as sweaty, hard-working artisans. and the shrill shouts of old Gatz. By the way, Namireh is walking and running pretty well now."

"Hahaha! I will. I don't know where else, but the smell of nasty leather and the smell of drugs should be constant. Ahh. Namireh is having a hard time, and now she's finally walking properly. It's a good thing."

Is he homesick? I felt a little sad that my favourite tarrim turned out to be nothing. To himself, his sons seemed to have a different meaning to Tarrim, though it was a dirty, noisy street that was worthless.

"The workshop was filled with bakeries and clothing shops."

Harun didn't even care, so he couldn't remember anything, but he gave me the news that popped his head.

"I see. Things are changing as badly as they are here. The sidewalk is filled with shops that deal with strangers, and the shops that were there are moving to the back alley. I don't know how the world is going to turn out.... Old people like me are so busy that they don't know what to do..."

It is a tarnation that blames itself for not being able to keep up with the changes in the world at an old age. When his tone became depressed, the eldest comforted him.

"Dad, even craftsmen like us can feel fat now. It's a nice world where nobles who call themselves the Leather Grounds don't pay money, they don't pay taxes from time to time, and they don't even have a lord to force them to work."

"Well, yeah. I'm so glad you guys are able to live in a different world with me. How great is the grace of Emperor Pinocchio, who made the world free of all kinds of taxes, no matter how much he made or sold it."

Tarim is trying to escape the gloomy atmosphere, remembering the good aspects of what his son said. Through that gap, others opened their mouths cautiously.

"So instead of insisting on expensive orders from customers, we have to turn them into bulk manufacturing and stripping like everyone else. That's what's happening now, Dad."

"My second brother is right, Father. Now the world has changed. There are no more nobles and knights in this empire to buy expensive goods. If you insist on ordering with such pride, you will also have to pay taxes this month."

"Absolutely not. Not after I've gone underground. I'm an artisan, not a merchant. I can't make crap that I'm not satisfied with, and I can't watch my kids do that!"

"Father!"

"Father, the world is different now. Even craftsmen like us can enjoy a luxurious and comfortable life like the old nobles. We don't want to make defective products, we want to make low-quality products, so it doesn't take a conscience. If we go on like this, all the disciples who follow our father will quit."

"Enough! We are craftsmen living with one ego, though. Craftsmen prove their worth through their creations. It's not the craftsmanship that makes things I don't like."

The existence of Harun before Tarim and his three sons was unafraid and bewildered. It seemed that this controversy was not once or twice. Maybe they moved here and are doing this every day.

Harun learned about Tarim and his three sons through their conversations. The sons are to adapt to the change and produce a lot of vagina, leaving a few doors and selling it. Tarrim, who has walked the path of an artisan all his life, does not want to change his path despite the changes in the world.

'Was the change only good?'

Changes must be made. The history of Union proves that. Union's residents who were afraid of change were encouraged to unravel the need for virtual reality games and significantly reduced the quality of education. Due to Union's dominant groups that have turned the desire for change into entertainment, identity fixes and the wealthy bias becomes worse.

But radical changes cost a lot of things. Especially this world of Beyond, where money has emerged as a new value in the world, has been rapidly refreshing the relationship underpinned by its old affections.

Although it was a distorted and rotten identity society, this sudden change is destroying the existing morals and justice that have been supporting this society.

"Pinocchio! What kind of world do you want to create? Behind you, Human Guard! How do you intend to change the world? '

I expected him to revolutionize his identity. I expected that the territory was abolished. However, the Pyrin Empire, which was clamped with the expansive influx of Ivans, has not yet established a new banner of legislation or a new definition or value.

Until now, Harun, who had only been accustomed to his problems, began to open his eyes to the wide world. Harun wanted to work for Tarim. He already knows enough about his skills.

"Have you ever handled a Magic Hide?"

"Maize? Of course I d-tried."

I don't know what the answer is. The three sons of Tarim also looked awkward.

"But that's all I've ever dealt with since I was a potter. It was a long time ago. But I remember the whole process."

Harun nods at Tarim's somewhat modest expression, but soon he becomes more confident.

"What are the prices these days?"

"Cicerra? Jenner, I understand you're in charge of buying the ingredients. Come on, answer me."

Tarim also turned his gaze to Jenner, who did not know the market price of mason hide. He was the one who said he wanted to adapt to the current. It turns out that I was most sensitive to the market situation when it came to buying materials.

"The price of leather varies greatly depending on how much horse hide you have. It varies depending on how you dry it with water, depending on the wound and the size.

After all, Magic Hide is so rare that even the highest quantity of Lamby is over 500 gold per chapter. But it's not something you can buy if you have money. Very little is captured, and very little is on the market. "

Jenner replied to her father with her gaze on Harun.

Master Tarim's eyes have been burning ever since the beast's hide was mentioned. Perhaps for the first time in my life, the heart of a master with iron blood was beating roughly, thinking that there might be an opportunity to handle the hide of a magic horse.

"Ramby...?"

"A magician with black fur that glistens well. He looks exactly like a black leopard, and he's twice the size, and he says the power is so fast that predators can't even handle it.

Though he's one of the lowest and most numerous of the barons, sometimes caught by hunters, he's an incredible man who wouldn't dare to catch a beast unless it was a knight using Mana normally. "

Harun was thinking about the hides he had in his magic backpack.

'Yes!'

Since they only took what was in Auxer's backpack, the total quantity of their warriors was unclear, though. It was at the top.

Harun opens his magical backpack and pulls out Ramby's hide.

"Is this it?"

"Phew!"

"Huff!"

A slight malignancy appeared from the mouth of the rich man in Tarim, as promised.

"No, you're right! That's Ramby's hide."

Despite the fact that all the leather and fur had already died and been peeled off, I received it from Harun's hands as if it were rich in tarnation, in Rambi's hide, where the sheen flowed well.

"Oh!"

The moment I touched the hide and fur, which is one of the best ingredients for the leather artisan, the wealthy man's eyes became all hot. Four people teased each other, either by plucking their fur or using a small knife to determine the thickness and structure of the leather.

"Can you make it out of armor?"

Unlike Rump Orc hides, they were long and glossy.

"It will be the best. Magic Beast Fur is as protective as Leather, not as easy to burn, easy to clean and keep warm, and the influence of the Horseman's Stone in your possession in your lifetime will be at least a rare piece of defense if you engrave Magic Jeans on a hide equipped with Magic Defense Power."

Tarim's voice trembles, looking at Ramby's fur and leather.

"Plus, this should be enough to make it coated, so you'll be able to defend yourself more."

"There are other leathers, so take a look."

Harun pulls out all the hides from the sorcerer's backpack.

"Hehe!"

The beast's eyes widen as if it was a horse hide with a rope coming out of its backpack.

Then I spread them out on the long table and started looking around.

"Oh, my God! Even Prozli."

The second thing I knew about horseshoes was that I started explaining the leather owner and name to my father and other brothers who couldn't keep up with looking at the hides. The owner of the leather, Horseshoe, was seven species in total.

Prozli's bear-like hide was the largest, differing only in the colors and sizes of horse-drawn horse-drawn slouches and bexets and Lamby's fur. A winged snake and a fox looked like Falcon and Vijan had smooth, hairless leather and a Broll with the appearance of a giant wolf.

The rich man examined the leather and fur and shouted elongated elasticity. I've never seen a monster hide this close before, but knowing its properties made me feel more excited. The hide of a Magic Beast was of exceptional quality compared to a normal leather.

The oldest son had a red face.

"The best ingredients. Where the hell did you get these magical hides? No, that's not it. Ooh, give us a chance to process this."

"Can you do it?"

I've never dealt with this kind of material before, so I'm asking. A hot flame rises from Master Tarim's eyes when Harun asks.

"I've never dealt with it, but my master's skills are the best. Leave it to me."

The face of Tarim, who said that, seemed to have aged for decades. His eyes were filled with hot passion. The desire of craftsmen to use the best materials to create cool works was radiated through the whole body.

"Very well. I trust you."

I was confident that I could leave the three sons of Tarim with this enthusiasm. Moreover, like other leather stores, I liked the idea of trying to protect my pride as an artisan without thinking about making and selling something rough.

"But labour………."

"How much will this hide cost? '

I was embarrassed to bring up the labor story because I didn't know how many pages were in each category.

"Don't worry about the labour. I'll take whatever you give me. We have a chance to handle the best ingredients, so money doesn't matter."

Tarim knew he wanted to get into the work right away.

"No. Labor should be the best. It should be the best. Tell me."

Tarim was already not interested in money. Instead, it was the second Jenner.

"First of all, thank you for giving us this opportunity. Since the Magic Hide contains Mana, it needs to be processed into special medicine, so you can buy some items. It costs a lot of money to hire a professional wizard to do it.

In fact, if we were rich, I wouldn't have thought about failing or failing, because this is the first material that we would be dealing with and it's so rare. I will migrate here, and your father insists on ordering, so our workshop will be a little tight and receive as little as possible. "

Jenner was sorry for what she said.

"Make armor out of materials for a horse's hide and you'll get at least a rare grade. In the case of rare hard leather, the price of an Ogre leather is over 2,000 gold, so a minimum of 600 gold considering the average three discount.

However, take into account several aspects and count only 300 gold per bee based on the number of finished armor penalties. Luckily, the leathers are well groomed, so there's a small chance of spoiling or failing. "

I don't know what level of 300 gold labour is on a piece of armor, but Jenner says it looks very cheap. No, it didn't matter if it wasn't cheap. Labour is not a problem, but the quality of the product.

"I'll do that."

Harun pulls out a small pouch from his arms. When clearing cash, it was one of the items that was stored in a certain amount in each pocket.

"This is an advance."

Between Tarim and his two brothers were distracted by the hide of a monster, Jenner's eyes widened as she took a bag of money and looked inside.

"Goal... Den!"

It contained 30 gold coins mixed with pure gold and mythril. It was all 3,000 gold. Jenner's mouth, which I don't know if it was for the price of the item, had never received this much money on the job alone.

"Well, then?"

"Now that you have more leather, buy what you need to work with this."

Master Tarim's mouth won't shut when he hears that there's more hide.

"Mr. Tarim, how long will it take?"

Harun's question takes Tarim's gaze off the leather.

"These hides will only last a week. There are no other spells, and all of our masters and craftsmen in our workshops will cling."

If this quantity is a week, it will take longer to bring the other hides.

'Well, we're in a hurry. I was going to solve the problem of founding a Merchant Guild anyway.'

"Very well. I have more skins, so let me finish." "

"Haha!"

Tarim and his three sons stared at Harun with an astonishing look as they said there were more hides. Then, you forget Harun's existence and start moving the hides to the workshop.

"Father! I'll go and get some neutralisers and emollients."

"Yes. Stop by the tower on your way to buy Mana preservatives, fixatives, and even think about carving a magic circle and invite a wizard." "

"Yes, I'll take care of it."

Jenner greets Harun politely and runs out. Dressed in a work suit.

Harun goes back to the inn and thinks of bringing the rest of the hides. I was going to sell it anyway, so I wanted to make it all defensive gear, even if I didn't have to.