I Was Kicked out of the Hero’s Party Because I Wasn’t a True Companion so I Decided to Have a Slow Life at the Frontier

"Mr. Red, I'm leaving the sickness storage."

"Oh, please"

Al has completely learned the job of the store.

There should be no problem if you let the other person stand.

I am surprised at how well children learn.

"Also, please let Litt stay away from him forever, and let her go. You have to mix the gray starfish grass."

"Well, because I've been busy recently and haven't had much time with Red."

Litt, whose head was on my not-so-soft knee, complained with a sharp mouth, but left straight away.

Lately, I started complaining when Al had to work properly, so Ritt was confused with me until she was complained.

"But if you can help me so far, I need to get a part-time job."

"I'm good. I eat delicious rice every day."

"I don't know."

"OK"

Litt caught his mouth.

"Let's go and buy a short that Al uses"

"Well, it's such a bad thing, it's higher than the part-time job. And I have a shotel that I got."

Shortels have only rare weapons and are a little expensive.

Steel shorts cost 60 perils.

The same steel long sword is 30 peril, so double that.

This is a mass-produced product with a few hits at a standard price. Famous swordsmiths will make it even higher, and magic will jump up to thousands of perils.

Swords are more expensive than other weapons.

This is because forging steel requires blacksmithing skills, even though it is elementary.

The swords that need to be trained as a whole have to be blessed up to level 5 and pour skill points at a minimum, so the number of people who can make them is limited.

On the other hand, copper swords, which can be made only by casting, do not require any skills, and are traded at a low price of less than 10 peril, even though the material itself is higher than iron.

Long weapons such as two-handed swords and pole arms have not been made due to the performance of the material, but copper swords are an ally of the rushing adventurers.

One peril is roughly the daily living expenses of the common people.

In other words, a 60 peril short will cost two months of living.

Given that Al lives in a sparsely populated South Marsh area, Al's living costs could be as much as four months.

Al would think it would be too expensive for a half-month job.

"But Al. The shotel you got isn't coming right?"

"That kind of thing"

Al seemed to have used a star, and Al was silent.

"That's right. If you get used to it, you can adapt it to your weapon, but at first you should use a weapon that suits your physique and habit."

"I first had my own sword made."

Litt remembers when he started learning the sword nostalgicly.

I still remember clearly when I asked the old man at the foundry in the village to make the first copper sword while consulting with Ada Koda.

A copper sword is made by casting a mold and pouring the melted copper into it, which gives the shape freedom.

This is also a property suitable for beginners of the sword way.

Even in iron casting, it is necessary to forge with a hammer once after molding.

This is good at skill level 1, but still has limited blacksmithing skills.

Well, I'll give Al a gift of a steel short.

Weapon masters will not be convinced of copper shorts.

"If so, let's go from noon"

"What is it today?"

"The blacksmith should not close in the evening."

"But, but"

"Of course, I'll be with you too. No, I'd rather go with the red.

"To Mr. Litt"

I approached Al's side and stroked that hacky hair.

"Kids shouldn't be shy. In such a case, it's enough to say one of my thanks."

"... Yes, thank you, Mr. Red and Mr. Litt!"

Al smiled with a dimple on his cheek and looked childlike.

Drake armor shop on the outskirts of downtown.

Self-proclaimed dragon (drake) slayer. It's a dwarf Mogrim shop.

"welcome"

At the reception is Mogrim's wife, Mink. This is a human woman. He is in his late forties.

It looks like a good old lady.

It's strange when it's lined up with a short statured dwarf moglym, but it just feels right. Such two people.

Even in downtown areas where many half humans live, dwarves and human couples are rare.

"I'm not Red-chan, are you ready to graduate from a copper sword?"

"No, I'm thinking of giving Al a sword."

"Maybe the first swing?"

"That's right, so I'd like to talk to Mogrim."

"Well, it has to be vigorous! I'll call my person right away."

Mink ran to the blacksmith's shop next to the shop, shouting, "Anta!

Al is Pokan.

"I like to play with Tanta often, but aren't there to enter the store?"

"Yes"

"The downtown is like this. There are just strange people."

"What a weird person!"

A man of tallness that is not much different from a small Al based on the dwarf came up with a rattling voice. Like a dwarf, a rich beard covers the mouth.

`` Drakes layer that I was not aware ''

"You are still suspicious! I'll hear again, I slaughtered the lord of Lake Enker, the cursed mist emperor, the mist drake" Fafnir, "that battle!"

"Don't stop, I'm tired of hearing. I've never heard of Fafnir, a mist drake with a name. I've never heard Lake Enker, but it's a land famous for its fishery, is it a village?"

"Yeah! That wicked, cunning, and violent Fafnir treated the villagers like slaves and sacrificed their young daughters every day! The villagers could call for help in their regrets I didn't! "

Moglym's story changes every time.

It seems to be true that it seems that some monster was defeated in some lake.

Conversely speaking, everything else is a texto setting.

"Take care!"

"Guaua !?"

Mink kicked the back of Mogrim's head to keep talking.

Mogrim was moss-like from the face.

"I'm not talking wasteful to customers! This is Al's first shot of a child! I'm going to make something that convinces me!"

"Oh tete. You don't have to kick it at all."

"It's good!

"Yes!"

Mogrim stood up and hand-washed the trash on his beard covering his face.

"Well, that's the elven shaven! Shortel or a difficult order but don't worry! There are plenty of weapons in the back warehouse, so let's decide what balance to balance there."

"Yes, yes!"

"Then I'll be with you too. I'm a little more familiar with shorts."

Motrim snapped his eyes, as Litt said so.

"I'm lucky to have Hero Litt help you make weapons."

"I really think so!"

Al happily said so.

The three move to the back and I am looking at the store for a suitable weapon.

Mogrim has a blessing called “Rune's Blacksmith”, a senior craftsman.

Originally, it would be fine to set up a store for nobles and high-ranked adventurers instead of such a downtown, but it seems that it seems to be incompatible with blessing, and it seems that it is not good at giving magic effects to armor.

But normal blacksmithing is perfect, so he is highly respected as the best blacksmith in downtown.

... apart from the story.

A rattle and a door made a noise.

"welcome"

Mink at the counter calls out.

"Oh, isn't it red? Why are you skipping here?"

"Well, what, Gonz and Stosan, Newman-sensei? An unusual trio."

The three people that I know well came in.

Half-elf carpenter Gons, half-oak furniture storm thunder, and human doctor Newman.

"I and Mr. Newman were originally going to come with me. I ordered a carpenter's tool. He had me hit a medical scalpel."

Gonz said. Newman is nodding.

"I was asking me to repair the canna and knife to cut furniture.

Three people three.

Gonz's neat feature. Stosan with a terrifying face. Newman with a mild smile on her bald head.

They chat at a dwarf blacksmith, arguing about the joke of the downtown that each does not fall.

"This is Zoltan."

"What did you say red?"

"I told her to mix it in."

"Well, let's talk about the cohabiting life, too."

"I'm interested in that too. How about you, Red?"

The three look into my face while grinning.

"Okay, I'll let you know if I want to, but be prepared. I'll tell you about the lit.

The three laugh at such a joke and Stosan hits my back.

"You're totally happy."

"But his wife is good."

"I wish I had a good person somewhere."

"What's that clinic child?"

"I have a boyfriend, and a C-rank adventurer."

"Sorry, my teacher can't win"

"D-rank adventurer says you"

"I have a lit."

When I said that best, the three looked at each other and nodded, and they all started beating my head.

I flee to the mink counter.

"Huh, how stupid are you?"

Mink was stunned, but his face was laughing happily.