"Hi! Does selling the sword that killed the dragon fit in this store?

In one word, the upset ran among the adventurers in the store.

"If it's not sold, I'd like to buy it now and go home, but I don't know if you mind. Of course, the payment is in cash! Here, give me the money."

"I'm in awe"

At the behest of a floating man, a resilient man leaves a step forward.

Apparently, the floating man is in a better position than this pair, the inflexible man.

Are you still an adventurer......?

The atmosphere and physical workout are obviously different from the Rookies.

If he was a high-ranking adventurer, he might have come to Greenhollow Town to visit my shop, not for a dungeon offense.

Of course, the adventurer registration does not question his or her previous history, so there can be a pattern of being a strong low-ranking adventurer.

For example, if you just moved from a mercenary to an adventurer, a substitute for a war-accustomed E-rank adventurer may be born.

"We have coins that have just been shipped from the foundry. I would very much like to buy it."

A tough guy tried to do his hand under the cape, so I decided to get a look at the real product first.

"If it's that sword, I have a couple of them over there."

I pointed to a corner of a handful of silver swords.

But the blonde colored man shook his neck sideways with a grin on his face.

"That must be a replica that lost performance, right? I want the sword itself that killed the dragon."

"Oh, no. That's because I haven't put it up for sale..."

"You want to keep it as a souvenir. Yeah, yeah, I get it. Approximate feelings. But there's a reason. I was wondering if you could let me negotiate a price."

Then a bent man poked his boneless hand into his nostalgia and placed a gold coin large enough to keep an eye on him on the counter.

That gold coin is layered with another coin, and the sound of a weight that doesn't ring in other coins sounds.

The adventurers in the store raised a voice that was neither cheering nor screaming.

"(Are you serious...!

Large gold coins. A single substitute approaching the income of a common man for a year is piled up, even as a matter of course, five.

It's not normal to take such a substitute out of your nostalgia without making it clear.

Maybe they are powerful knights or nobles, or their use.

People in that class would buy swords with big gold coins.

"(Rich knights and nobles want foiled weapons... it's not strange to give this much money...?

If so, there is a fundamental question as to whether you would fall back heavily even if you refused.

"Hmm. I guess I'm still dissatisfied. Let's do this."

On the signal of the blonde, a big man piled up five more large gold coins.

Ten grand coins in total? I'm going to be dazzled by too much forehead.

The forehead I had assumed as the value of that sword was long over.

Or was this actually just how appropriate my sense of money was with the common folk?

"Please note, can I have it?

"... excuse me. Just in case."

I let the magic flow through half of my stacked gold coins.

The pattern engraved on the surface then reacted and began to emit a unique light of light.

- Definitely real.

Westland gold coins are naturally not pure gold, but what they mix in is considered a state secret.

By combining that 'something' with a surface engraving, there is still an anti-counterfeiting system that has never been torn.

When I was a kid, I couldn't be sure that the experts wouldn't appraise me, but it made the world handy.

"Fine. I'll sell it."

"Thanks! Hey, I'm glad you're a storekeeper who understands the story!

Take that sword out of the back of the counter and hand it to the blonde.

The men made sure of the silver masterpiece and then tried to leave the store satisfactorily.

I didn't think so and threw a word of confirmation on its back.

"Are you sure? Ten large pieces of gold, right?

"Of course! I believe in my own eyes. If I could do better as a sword and be more 'pure', I'd triple it now... no, I wouldn't spare five times!

The odd pair leaves the store, sees the door closed, and deposits their weight in the chair behind the counter.

"Phew...... I'm so tired"

"... puha! Hey, what was it, man now!

Apparently, Sylvia has been holding her breath for a very long time of tension.

"It's a big gold coin, Mr. Luke! After all, are those people adventurers too!

"No. That's not true of such a tough adventurer. Maybe a knight or a nobleman."

Sylvia is excited about a lot of misdigit money in front of her, and the adventurers of her customers are thrilled with just the big deal.

Only one wave of sword turned into ten large gold coins.

I'm too surprised than happy to be honest and quite unrealistic.

"At least the eyes of those who looked great were real."

That blonde man was easily discerning that the example sword was' not the finest made as a sword '.

The reason why the sword became so simple.

I did it because it was only a derivation from [repair].

For example, if tin (tin) is [synthesized] and [repaired] in a broken copper pan, it becomes a bronze pan, but the physical structure itself is no different from the original pan.

That sword is the same as that.

The elements other than the material are not different from the original sword.

- When I explained to him the main thrust, Sylvia nodded with a face like she understood.

"I see... the people just now weren't the only ones"

"Well...... don't do that in brief, yeah. If you were using some kind of skill, you might have confirmed that the sword that killed the dragon."

Rather, it would be unnatural to leave ten large gold coins without any basis.

Even if I can't use that hand skill, I'd be hiring someone if I were rich, and maybe a big guy I was with.

"In the meantime, we need to get this kind of money right..."

The door to the front door of the store was opened again with an arrow tip that tried to regain its mind and put a large gold coin in the safe.

"... are you there?

I raise my face thinking they must not have come back.

But what was there was more of a visitor who wanted to even welcome me.

Long time no see, Lord Luke.

Sakura, dressed in an eastern costume, stood on the doorstep with a slight smile.