Legend

"Ready or not"

I don't have that much trouble getting rooted for not selling weapons. I said it that way. I head to Ray, and Fron squeals like he's stunned.

But Ray shakes his head small toward those frons and brassos.

I wasn't expecting anything from you.

Speaking of spears, the only thing that happened to remain in the item box that I got from the bandits at the time of the rank-up exams was winding them up from eagle claws when I came to the city of Gilm with regard to daggers, or something I casually bought when I was strolling around the city.

"... So, Pamidor. Ray says this, but what are you gonna do?

"Brasso?"

Ray turns a strange face to Brasso, who gave a niggling grin and spoke to Pamidor.

But Pamidor returns a similar grin to Brasso without looking like he cared about Ray like that.

It's a smile that I should describe as if I were planning a prank, but there was an original strong gesture, and no matter how I looked at it, it just looked like a smile floating around as the bandits plotted to attack a bunch of merchants.

"... Pamidor. You'd better understand that your face is a burglar's face."

"Ah? Um, here. Fron, such a bandit-faced blacksmith must have given you your own sword!

It was an awesome pamidor, but you're used to it already. Fron spends a lot of time flapping his shoulders.

After a light glance at such a fron, Pamidor turns his gaze to Ray again.

"Ray, it was. Rest assured, no matter how much Bornter and I say we're setting up an arms store in the city of Gilm... no, I'm not one of his men. You don't have to listen to such ridiculous orders."

To that word, Ray, who opens his eyes.

"No, wait a minute. Sure, it may not be Volnter's men, but like I said, he runs weapons deals in this city of Gilm, right? If you go against a guy like that, you're better off than that."

"Huh, nothing. I just came to this city of Gilm. It doesn't matter what you do. Forge like you want to and sell it to your convinced opponent. I came all the way to the city of Gilm on the border because I wanted to do business like that."

"I appreciate that, but if you do business with me, you won't be able to buy the merchandise out of the weapons store, will you?

"Ha, nothing. My customers aren't the only weapons dealers. I mean, there are more of them who do business directly like these guys."

Exactly stubborn craftsmen, rays smiling bitterly without thinking of pamidoles to say it out in such a way.

"You're an idiot, you just need to be wrapped up in something long"

"Ha. That's what you call an idiot. If you want to do business like that, you don't have to bother coming to this neighborhood. I came to this city of Gilm because I thought my weapons and armor would help those who threaten monsters on the border."

"... Ha, do as you please. He's my favorite."

It was Ray sighing in a grunt, but the look Pamidor was making at Ray told the story, 'Same goes for you'.

(Well, we didn't originally plan to have any trouble with weapons, but with Pamidor's help here, we no longer have to rely more on other weapons stores. Then what are we going to do with Bornter... but should we have left it to one thought before this? It's because I believed Galahat told me he wouldn't let me do any more handouts. He said he'd back off then, but it's like this right away. But there's a chance that if I harm Volnter again here, it could be the prize neck, beyond what I've already handled on that matter.... If you believe what Dusker said, you don't seem to have to worry about it, but you can't insult the power of gold by rooting for Bornter.... then it would be best to try to make contact with the area around Galahat)

When you decide what to do, next turn your gaze to Pamidor.

"Can you show me a knife for stripping material or something?

"Hmm? I don't mind... but before you do, show me what you're using right now. I want to see if I can fix it before I buy a new one."

Following that word, Ray takes out the iron knife he always uses to strip the material from the mistering. At the same time, I also give you the missle knife you always wear inside the dragon robe.

"Oh, man. Holy crap..."

You just figured out the value of a misrill knife at a glance, flashy pamidor. Two of Brasso's men on Fron are also blinded by surprise because it was the first time they had seen the misrill knife Ray had. That gaze had been poured entirely into the misrill knife, and at the same time had not been looked upon with regard to the ordinary iron knife that had been put out.

"You think you're going to strip the material with a magic item? What kind of luxury?"

"Mm-hmm. And the misrills used in this knife are of fairly high purity quality. That's as good a family heirloom as any. Ray, Lord, where did you get this Mithrill Knife?

To Brasso's words, Ray talked about the settings he had set aside, as usual.

"As a farewell to my master."

"... I didn't know I was going to give you an item box or this misrill knife as a separate because it was a journey of some disciples... the extra big one, or an idiot. No, if you think you're actually taking Ray's apprentice, you don't think he's stupid, so it's up to the big guy."

Ray sighs as he hears Pamidor's half-hearted voice and sees his gaze pinned to the Mithrill Knife, returning him to the sheath and into the dragon robe.

"Ahhh..."

Pamidor and Brasso unfortunately aligned their voices, but I offer them a knife of iron all the time if they hadn't already done so, regardless.

"Exactly. I don't use that misrill knife that way either. Basically, I use this iron knife to dismantle and strip it, and now it just doesn't seem to stand blade over there. So this is the main thing about stripping."

"... mmm"

Roaring low - even then it would feel intimidating to the average person - I would receive Ray's offered iron knife and make sure it was in that condition.

"This... you're using it pretty well. It is well maintained for this purpose. Are you taking care of yourself?

"Oh. That said, as much as I wipe with water and cloth after stripping, or grinding with a grinding wheel at night at the inn"

"No, that's enough. A lot of these young guys today think of it as disposable because it's cheap. Especially for the adventurers the central aristocrats do on the road... they are well maintained compared"

(Is the aristocrat an adventurer on the road? Well, considering there's a war or something, I guess it's better than those guys who don't even try to brush their arms)

He whines inside and turns his gaze to the knife Pamidor has.

"For once, that knife is what I got when I came to this city of Gilm. I treasure it because it's user-friendly."

To be precise, it is correct that it was wound up from the eagle's claws... but the area was appropriately cloudy ray.

"Well, you are. Considered as an amateur, they take care of it quite a bit, but there are still a lot of things missing from me in this position. I'll grind you back instead of saying hello. Wait a minute."

That's what I said, Pamidor going into the blacksmith in the back. When I dropped it off and tried to say something with my face toward Brasso...

"I'm home!

The door was opened and a loud, energetic voice echoed into the workshop.

"Oh, I knew it was your brother Ray! There's Seto out there, so I figured it out right away! You came to see me like I said before!

When the bearer of the voice captures Ray in his gaze inside the workshop, he runs to the intended person with momentum and hugs him as he jumps.

"Slow down!"

The person, Ray, is a 10-year-old boy and stays on the spot as he hugs Kumito, who looks resourceful.

"Long time no see. How have you been?

"Yeah! But you're late to come visit, brother! If you'd come sooner, we could have had a drink."

I stroke that head with a bitter smile on Kumito, who imitates the cleverness of pointing his mouth even as he smiles.

"Sorry, I'm still an adventurer. I have a job to do. Look, don't you recognize those two?

Keep changing Kumito's posture and turn towards Fron and Brasso and he opens his mouth again after a brief moment.

"Ah! Uncle Brasso for your sister Fron. Both of you running errands for your father? Ray, I knew your brother, too!

"Oh, you're always good. I want you to share that energy with me a little bit."

"For being called a sister or something, I'll tell you what it smells like to be old."

"Ha, that would be better than your uncle's brasso"

"Non is nothing, Auntie... No, I don't particularly care if they say Uncle?

Auntie. Hearing the word, Fron smiles at her mouth as she slams her cheeks.... although the grin should have been called a generous grin.

"Brasso. Did I just say something? I think I heard something strange sleeping... but if I'm gonna correct it, it's time now, right?

"Well, what the hell. Anyway, it's your uncle. I don't remember things well."

We talk to each other, but some pressing atmosphere fills up around us.

Ray sighed and tried to distance himself from the two...

"Don't fight! Totally, because this is what they always do. Ray, tell me something from your brother."

Cumito jumps in momentum and stands between Fron and Brasso. And I'm turning my gaze to Ray.

"That said. These two are the usual exchanges, so you won't have to worry about them."

"But it's a fight, right? We have to stop it."

"No, you don't call this a fight. Which sounds like a kind of twisted fit. Have you ever seen Seto or anything rubbing his head all the time?

"... I don't know. I've hardly played with Seto yet."

Kumito, who says so with his mouth pointy, honestly presents a look on his face with dissatisfaction that he has not been able to play much with Seto than stopping two people, Fron and Brasso, already.

And then Fron and Brasso, who were told to hang on to each other, lower their fists and exhale.

"Ray, there's nothing wrong with us..."

"Hmm. I don't mean to be hairy."

Two people who opened their mouths so that the timing was right. Seeing those two, Kumito tilts his neck strangely.

"But your breath is perfect, isn't it?

"Gu......"

"Ha ha. Have you come to make me laugh? Hey, Kumito. Are you back?"

Pamidor, who came out laughing from the blacksmith in the back, brutally strokes Kumito's head. At the same time, he throws a knife that fits into the sheath he held in his left hand toward Ray.

"Look. I took care of it. Come here if the cut is dull again."

Receive a thrown knife and store it straight inside the misting for a small grin.

"Sorry, thank God. Let me use it quickly when stripping the harpy material."

"Do that. You can only use the tools. It's not just a decorative tool."

Ray turns his gaze to two people, Brasso and Fron, in the wake of Pamidor's words like that.

"Apparently, what about the demolition of the harpy stored in the mountains? There's nothing rotten about it because it's in an item box, but if you're still going to strip the material, you'd better hurry, wouldn't you?

"Mm, right. But it's already dark outside."

Brasso, whining, opens the workshop door slightly and looks out.

When I first came to the workshop, it was dusk, so it was completely dark outside while I was talking to Pamidor and sharpening the knife in the workshop.

"Tomorrow when you do?

"Uh, I have a little business tomorrow afternoon."

Ray pinching his mouth looking sorry for Fron's words. But to Ray's words, Fron and Brasso just look at each other as if they had no problem.

"The number of harpies itself is about 10, so you'll figure it out in the morning. I just don't have a place. The shape of the harpy is just the shape of the figure, but if you dismantle it in a rough place, you're going to be reported around the Knights."

Fluoron to spit out with sigh. Anyway, Harpy is a human woman with her torso and face. If anyone else sees you dismantling such a monster, it's likely to be misunderstood.

"Then would you dismantle it outside the city... a little further away?

"Well, I guess that's the best part. Just outside the city, it's likely that merchants who are about to enter the city will be misled and reported."

It was when Brasso told him that. The first thing I noticed was Ray. Point your sharp gaze at the workshop door and grab the knife you just stored in the misting earlier. Having seen it and perceived the situation, Fron reaches for the hips sword, and Brasso moves to the side to protect Kumito if he understands that the ground shaking hammer is not suitable to wield on this occasion.

Kumito looks around with a face that doesn't understand what's going on, and Pamidor takes the smaller hammer that was inside the workshop with his stern face viciously distorted.

Kumito, go to the blacksmith for a second.

"Huh? Ugh, yeah!

Kumito follows Pamidor's words and anxiously turns his gaze to his father's face only for a moment and enters the back.

And at that moment...

"Ray, are you here!?

Opening the workshop door and jumping in was the figure of Mult, arguably the disciple of Galahat, a man with blood from several parts of his body and an arrow stabbed in his left shoulder.