Legend

"Gu... gu. Damn, I didn't mean to show them off because they can enjoy the booze... what a bunch of them. Not even on the wind of drinking."

Even on his way out of the guild to Pamidor's workshop, Brasso was still complaining about bumps. Ray and Fron watching as if they were stunned. And Seto walking in an upbeat throat after such a line.

The reason Seto was in such a good mood was extremely simple, and the number of adventurers around the Alliance naturally grew because he went to the Alliance during the adventurers' time of evening. In other words, there were more people feeding Seto for that matter... as a result, Seto was able to eat a lot while waiting for Ray and the others to come out.

Some of them were adventurers who could be described as submissive discriminationism, and others tried to pull out their swords and attack Ceto, saying that it would be dangerous to bring monsters into the city to be defeated... they were paid underfoot with a blow by Ceto's tail, and were beaten, kicked and expelled from the scene by the adventurers who were feeding the surrounding Ceto.

... it can be a female adventurer, a leader of a certain scorching wind, who attacked that adventurer first.

That's how Seto, in a superior mood, rubs his face against Ray's back as he walks forward with his throat ringing.

"Hmm? What's going on?

Ray also talks to Fron walking next door as he strokes Seto's head like that.

"So, Fron. What's his workshop called Pamidor? All I know is I'm near the library."

"Oh, it's not that hard to understand. Look, there it is."

Quickly Fron turned his gaze to the workshop on a side street one way off the main street leading to the library. Sure, it's a small workshop, but the location of not so far from the boulevard wouldn't be bad.

To such a workshop, Brasso, still unable to drink, opens the door and speaks out in a slightly grumpy manner.

"Pamidor, are you there?

"Oh? What is it at this hour? It's time to go to the store!

Doss grunts back as soon as he opens the workshop door and calls out. While listening to the yelling, Brasso and Fron enter the workshop without looking particularly concerned.

Seto falls asleep, as usual, a short distance from the workshop, and Ray tries to follow Brasso and the others into the workshop.

The first thing I felt when I entered the workshop was intense enthusiasm. The blacksmith itself is behind the workshop, but the heat from the blacksmith reaches near the entrance to the workshop.

"With all this time and nothing, it's about time we finished our work today."

Brasso still subtly complains of being grumpy, but Pamidor, who sees Brasso like that, loosens his expression slightly.

On the outside, it would be in the 30s. Even when it comes to warriors, they have enough muscle to believe, which, combined with their high height, highlights their presence. Also, there was not a single hair growing on the head, which again unnecessarily highlighted Pamidor's strong facial gesture.

I noticed the slightly loose look on Pamidor's face like that, not because Ray's sharp observational eye... but because the slightly loose look relieved some of the pungent atmosphere being released from the tough guy.

... Still, its face can be described as vicious along with the atmosphere created by Pamidor. Perhaps if we ran into each other in a place where there was no street at night, we could definitely get away with being screamed.

"Whoa, if you think of someone, it's Brasso. Fron and... what about that kid over there?

"It's Ray. I asked you to help me with Harpy's request. Me and Brasso seemed to have a hard time dealing with Harpy flying in the sky."

"... Ray?

Pamidor, who hears its name and slightly frowns. But soon he shook his head small and opened his mouth with a serious look on his face.

"So, you're here, which means you cleared up the Harpy thing? What about the mines?"

That look of Brasso catching both shoulders gassily looks more like a bandit than a blacksmith no matter where you look...... rather like a bandit who is roping a mountain or a pirate who is roping a sea.

But make it brasso, make it flon, because I know exactly what a man named Pamidor is in front of me, I just nod that there is no problem with his cheerful face.

"I have no problems with harpy. They'll probably be back in the near future, too, regarding the mines."

"... that sounds like something stuck in your back teeth. Is something wrong?

"Tell me there was, or I made it... Bye. Ray, please."

Ray nods at Brasso's words and takes out more than a handful of flame ore from Mystering. Having seen that flaming ore, Pamidor turns his gaze to its magical metal with breath. Despite seeing the presence of an item box in its eyes, only the flame ore that Ray had was visible in its eyes.

…………

Would I have stared for a minute or so? Just staring enthusiastically...... no, observe and eventually open your mouth.

"Flame ore, huh?

"Mm-hmm. I went to the Lords' Hall for a bit because of this."

"The Lords' Hall?

"Bye. As a matter of fact, this flame ore... the magic of the flames used by Ray there did something to create something new in the cave where Harpy was nesting."

"... I see. So it hasn't been that long since we've been able to do it?"

Pamidor's gaze is directed toward Ray as he nods at Brasso's words.

Somewhere, Ray frowns unexpectedly at a gaze that peeks into the back of the heart of a person named Ray. But that gaze soon disappears, and he smiles and slaps Ray on the shoulder.

"You still have a lot of liver sitting around for the kid, not scared to look at my face. I like it."

"... heh. Sometimes it's unusual for Pamidor to like it at a glance."

Pamidor laughs at Fron's, somewhere inspiring words that were watching him like that.

"Actually, I was talking to you a while ago about a guy named Ray. You must have helped our boy get involved a while back, didn't you?

"Oh, it's about Kumito."

"That's right. I've been telling your stories since then. He said he'd stop by someday, but I was looking forward to that. I'm on my way out now, but I should be back soon, so just wait for me."

To that word, Ray nods small.

"So, what business did you come to this workshop for after all? If you want to sell this flame ore, you're welcome. That was Ray. Put the flame ore on the work desk there for a second."

"Okay."

Follow the instructions and place the flame ore on the work desk that was nearby. Then Pamidor opens his mouth looking in love with the flame ore.

"So, is this supposed to sell to me?

"No, it's not an appraisal first. If you were to buy it, how much would you buy it for?

"Hmm, right. If you think on the market that it's a flame ore with as much as a handful... 5 white gold coins... no, it's about 5 gold coins for 3 white gold coins"

Fron rounding his eyes at the unexpected price, but Brasso returns his words to Pamidor with a sigh of sigh.

"Wouldn't that be too much of a mess? I think it's worth about eight pieces of white gold in the appraisal."

"It was definitely that much until the Harpy thing went out of business... but now, as I know, there's not enough pure iron. Magic metals like flame ore are falling the other way around for the price that's going up. And..."

Pamidor who says something and turns his gaze to Ray only for a moment. But soon I shake my head and go back to appraising the flame ore.

He was a brasso with a strange look on his face, but the story quickly returns to flame ore.

"Certainly the purity is enough that I have no complaints. I feel like the magic of fire is still here.... When it comes to creating this kind of flame ore, did you use some extra powerful flame magic?

"Oh, that was awesome. I created 10 fireballs with so much heat that the surrounding temperature skyrocketed that I threw them into the cave."

Pamidor unexpectedly frowns at Fron's words whining as he remembers the smudges and the sight he sees.

A blacksmith manipulates fire to make weapons and protective equipment. I mean, he's a kind of specialist when it comes to fire. If I tried to be a reputable pamidor among the blacksmiths, I could understand just how powerful the magic Ray used. Besides...

"Ten fireballs with that much heat were thrown into the cave? That would cause the fireball to explode in a chain, and there's no place for the heat to escape... oh, I see. That's why the flame ore was produced."

Actually, there was another way out of the cave, so there wasn't as much heat in the cave as Pamidor imagined, but the firepower still exceeded Pamidor's expectations. That and this were magic that could only be unleashed because of the amount of out-of-digit magic that Ray himself had.

"... what do you say, seriously don't you sell this to me?

Pamidor tells me that as he turns his gaze to the flame ore, but Brasso shakes his head small.

"As a matter of fact, tell me Ray wants this flame ore. I'm telling you, I'm going to pay you one-third of what the Lord gave me."

"You got the flame ore? From what I've seen, I don't seem to have any blacksmith arms... why would I want this guy again?

Pamidor stares at Ray with all his strength in his eyes and if he doesn't forgive him with a semi-pervious answer. With that gaze, Ray opens his mouth without looking particularly pressured.

"I just cleaned up a big request a while ago, and now I'm not particularly in trouble with the money. The time may come to need a magic item for some reason, so I'm honest with you that I want to keep the material that I think I need right now."

……

Still, Pamidor looking to Ray. But after about a minute, he exhales as if he was frightened.

"Ha, he's a kid who can have a decent eye for me. Your liver balls are pretty good."

I guess you understand your strong face. He smiles at his mouth and slaps Ray's shoulder vigorously.

"It's just... Ray, I would have pissed off your greatness, wouldn't I?

"What?"

Ray unintentionally asks back to Pamidor, who suddenly changed his story.

I don't have any idea. Because it's too much for nothing more.

"Actually, yesterday...... no, about yesterday. There's been some strange contact. Maybe an adventurer named Ray will come directly to the blacksmith's workshop to fix or buy weapons, so don't make a deal in that case. If it turns out you made a deal with Ray, there's a threat that you won't be able to make a deal with an arms dealer in the city of Gilm."

Notice from the arms dealer. It was only then that it was clear who gave the instructions. I can only think of one person for Ray to say such unscrupulous things. He told me to give him the magic item he had a few days ago. And more importantly, the old age that has ordered Seto to be handed over to high pressure.

"Bornter, huh"

You said that in the Lords' Hall.

Fron opens his mouth with a gentle smile on his face.

"Well, that's everything I said over there. I thought I threatened you enough... but I didn't think you were going to do it directly."

"I mean, it's a regular means of meeting the Azot Chamber of Commerce. Have you ever heard of an adventurer who actually pissed off Bornter before and caught the same eye?

To that word of Fron, I recall a story I heard from Mileyne.

"If you say so, you've heard that story from Miraine, the scorching wind."

"You've got a pretty wide face. Well, that's what I'm gonna say anyway. I don't think I can buy a weapon from now on because I'm in a bad mood for Volnter... what are we gonna do?

"... Well, what is it? To be honest, the truth is, you don't have that much trouble."

"What?

Ray takes the Death Size out of Mystering and explains as he senses that not only Fron, but also Brasso, Pamidor's gaze, who was on the spot, is gathering.

"As you know, my main weapon is this Death Size"

"... this is..."

Pamidor, the first to see Death Size, speaks out in amazement at the level of completeness as a magic item.

"Because this death size assumes to be used through magic, there is little need for maintenance. Other weapons I use are spears for throwing or knives for stripping material..."

I told him that there was a lot of inventory in the mysteries.