"Oh, come on. That was fast."
I'm sorry I rushed you.
"Hello, Mr. Lamou"
"That's an eyesat. Morning, old man!
"Oh, how are you? Boy."
"Moo's got all the breakfast for you."
"Right or right. Well, maybe it'll be big soon."
Praised by an old man wearing a leather apron, Moo let him try to lift his nose well.
It was the armor store in the back of the alley that the Tors visited after a break from the morning labyrinth exploration.
The leather gear I was asking for was about time, so I showed my face to confirm the finish.
"You start with the lady. Here, try it on for a second."
What the shopkeeper handed Sola was a torso made of brown leather.
Designed to be worn from above fabric clothes without sleeves.
There are still sturdy hairs of armored pigs on the front that look somewhat wild.
"Wow, wow! What do you think? Thor."
"When your shoulders and sides are tight, match them with a string at your chest."
"Yes. Right here.... like it's been rubbed before."
"Ha, you said you grew up looking good. Yeah, that's a good thing."
The wide open collar is lined with metal perforated wire so that the tightening can be adjusted with leatherstrings alternated therethrough.
Sola, wearing her torso with joy, let her circle around on the spot.
The shape of the chest, which was not clear when the breasts were thickened, appears in a somewhat discerning fashion.
Satisfied with the prosperity of his work, Lamou lifted the edge of his lips and nodded.
"Okay, you don't seem to have a problem. This way next."
A new offer from the shop owner was a leather glove covering to the elbow and a long leather shoe reaching to the knee length.
They are both just like torso clothes, so that the tightening can be changed with leather strings.
Sora, whom she had just worn, sparkled her eyes at its comfort.
"What do you say?
The short inquiry to see if he liked it was based on his insistence as a tannery artisan.
To the girl who nodded loudly in silence, the shopkeeper let her eyes narrow.
Turning around and reaching for the workbench, Lamou now turns back to the purple-eyed girl.
"The kid's are made, too. First, try this on."
"Ooh, what is this!
Moo opens his eyes only slightly to the item shown.
It was a hooded hat with pig hair on it.
Moo, who had his hat on his head softly, leaks a laugh that seems pleasant without changing his expression to that feeling.
"This is in interesting shape."
"Oh, have you noticed? This is what's happening."
Lamou, with his arms extended, unties the leather strap on the edge of the hat.
Then the part that was tied together drooped on both sides and turned into an ear palm.
The child, completely wrapped in his face, lifts his jaw in amazement.
"Wow, old man!
"Well, it's not over yet. He's next."
Newly emerging were black, rounded elbows and knees.
The back part is belted and can be securely secured.
The child, with his elbows and knees covered perfectly, stares at his own hands and feet with his lips only slightly open.
"What do you say, you like it? Boy."
"Yeah! Heh, but I liked it, old man!
You wanted to try it on, Moo lifted his elbow and hit Tor and Sola.
And to the feeling of being bounced back, my eyes sparkle.
"This feels mundane. It's puny, but it's like it's gibberish."
"Oh, that's the cob part of the armored pig. If I lay them on top of each other, that's how it's gonna be."
Simply put, it's a job that takes a lot of work and effort.
It will probably be the hard work of two sons who are inner disciples.
You liked it too much, Moo started running around the store owner happy.
In time, he hits Lamou's back and hips, hitting his head and elbows as he jumps up.
The bearded master slackened his cheeks like his usual tough face was a lie.
"Ugh, to my sons, if my daughter-in-law had just come..."
"You're only in your mid-twenties. Coming up."
"Right. Nearly forty years ago, you had such a lovely wife and daughter. Is it too early to give up?"
Thor shook his head without saying anything about the trouble of re-explaining it.
Sola leans in perfectly with a full grin on its arm.
Moo, who rushed over, also hugged me to the waist.
Thor, with an indescribable face, turns to Lamou, who remains niggered.
"By the way, man, what's going on with my share?
"Whoa, I forgot. See, this is it."
Lamou handed it to me quite a bit after the previous two.
But the product had the most eye-catching finish.
Smooth fine scales, covered in blue and prominent stripes.
This cape is made from the skin of a blue striped serpent that lives in a demonic swamp.
"Wow, you look beautiful."
"Toe, you're shiny!
A demon swamp is a fairly deep wetland, and if you step into it, it's difficult enough for your body to rot in time because of your intense temper.
Naturally, it is still a place ahead of us for the Tors to reach, and this snake leather is also a luxury material for dozens of silver coins.
It was just a coincidence that Tor's fortune that a request for the repair of this snakeskin coat was brought to Lamou a few days ago.
It was repaired and some fabrics were cut off, and the owner made it into a cape, although it was quite sharp.
"You're on order, thank God you made it."
"Well, now you're eating. Ask for anything else."
"Fuck you!
Three silver coins for armored pig's torso and one silver coin for each glove and boot.
Hat, elbow, knee, two silver coins each.
And the cloak of snakeskin was about twenty pieces of silver coin if it remained intact, but because the material cost floated, it became five pieces of silver coin.
On the verge of finishing the payment, suddenly only Moo turns back.
As he looked up at Lamou, the child asked him to take the small wipes that had been lowered around his neck off his collar.
"Thanks for this, old man!
"Oh, you can't use it, kid."
While loosening the ends of her lips, Lamou reaches out and sweeps into a leather bag.
And I leaned my neck towards the strange feeling it conveyed.
"Yeah? What are you putting in, this?"
"You want to see it? Here!"
Moo, who loosened the strings and opened the mouth of the wipes, lifts them for easy viewing of their contents.
It was the gotten transparent demon stones that were inside.
"Why are you letting this in?
"It's a good round of rice!
"Oh? Dinner? I don't know."
"Yes, shall I explain -?
"Whoa, lady, please."
"First of all, Hanamaru is the name of Moochan's favorite soli. They say it's because there's a painting like a flower."
It's a design with multiple snakes spreading their necks precisely, but if you work hard, they don't even look like flowers are blooming.
"So the Demon Stone is meant to float its solids."
"Oh, so you mean dinner"
"Yes, actually, Moo, I used a demon stone bang because I rode too much soli, and Tor pissed me off"
"Toe, I said ME!
"So now when you go on an adventure and hang in there, this is how you get the Demon Stone,"
"Yeah, he's a cuckoo."
"Right or right. Good for you, kid."
It wasn't the way it was supposed to be used, but Lamou tapped the child's shoulder happily in the way he used it a lot.
"Well, hey, man, I'm coming."
"Follow Me"
"Grandma, not again!
"Oh, come again."
Thor and the others, hardened into their new gear, turned their feet to the cave of little ghosts.
It begins its two-tiered search today.