"You look just like the store."
"… these are the people"
Bosori replied that he was only a man in his late twenties.
He wraps a slightly thin body of wire with a leather front and stretches out an unsuitable jaw beard.
There's not much in common in appearance, but the blurry phrase was also very similar to that of his father.
"I came to order, okay?
"Go ahead."
In response, which is very short, Thor offers a plaque while lifting the corner of his mouth only slightly.
The man who received it glanced back at the contents with a chilling glance and then poked back at the bill with no expression.
"... White weasels are in my hands"
"No, you're gonna be okay. You're gonna have a heartbeat, Kraka."
The young man, the eldest son of Lamou, the owner of the armor store behind the alley, finally made his face only slightly flaunted by the words.
The Tors are currently visiting a tannery shop in the back of an alley slightly penetrated from the north boulevard of the outer city of Bossaria.
The brand new sign just depicts a set of leather armor, no further explanation.
Apparently, he's not into business, either, just like his father.
There's only one thing that was decidedly different from my father's shop...
"Uh, let's take it, Store Manager! Heroes, you will have a great reputation!
It was the little lady clerk who had interrupted the Tors' conversation out loud.
Did he freshly turn twenties?
He is about one head lower than Sola, but his chest is self-assertive enough to push up the skin forehead.
He was the owner of slightly suspended eyes on his eyeballs and his good health showed up at the end of his behavior.
"I'm not the manager. Parents."
"Doesn't it feel like the parent has some majesty? The manager doesn't have it at all."
Klaka, who had been told off clarity, now let her face stare blatantly.
He also seemed to care.
"Apprentice sounds ridiculous."
"I'm sorry he's a businessman"
"I think it would be nice to be positive. So, you're taking it?
In another inquiry, Kraka has returned the opposite question with a little thought.
"How did you get to me?
If you do consider the skill of a tannery, it would be best to ask Lamou.
But if you put it in technology, the eldest son, who was a direct disciple, is not inferior enough.
In fact, I've heard Rameau leak several times that all he lacks is confidence.
Thor, however, wondered if that would be different again.
"Don't take it so heavy. Now that I've got the material that looks interesting, I was just wondering if I could try it freely"
It was a white weasel that burned black, but thanks to Tor's < restore >, the supple fur is completely intact.
Meat is also scheduled to be a treat for the youth promotion this evening.
At first it was supposed to be a material for their gear because of the prey that the Sisans had put in place.
but when it wasn't ourselves that defeated them, they shunned us.
So it depends on how interesting I found it to make unusual gear anyway.
"... but"
"Right. If you're a man, armor, gloves, and leather shoes would be easy."
"Yeah, I thought so, too."
"But it's for a whole one, I think it would be better to use it more flashy, something interesting."
With that word, Thor did not miss that light dwelt only for a moment in both eyes of Kraka.
To the eldest son, who grew up watching his famous father up close, the job has been burned to the back of his brain.
The same store structure as the head office and unspoken customer service attitude would be an indication of that.
However, it is only an imitation of Lamou, and the clamminess is not felt at all.
It was Thor's discussion that what this jaw beard lacks in an unsuitable eldest son is not confidence but a willingness to try something new.
But as far as the current reaction was concerned, the artisan soul, which wanted to challenge the difficulties, also seemed well inherited.
As he folds, Thor continues his words.
"You've heard about my skills from your father."
"... just a little"
Saying so, the young tannery makes him nod as he swallows his saliva.
He came here and realized that even if he failed, he could do it all over again.
"Looks like you're motivated."
"Are you sure it's okay with me?
"Oh, please."
"Before I do, don't you have to ask me whose gear I'm going to build or something? Store Manager"
To the most serious question, Kraka turned to Thor with a panicked face.
Such a point does not yet seem to extend to the accustomed father.
The nodded Tor pushed forward to introduce the purple-eyed child who stood still behind him.
"I was hoping you could make this guy's gear. Look, do you have a greeting?
"Good morning!
"You're a cute kid! Lick beeswax?"
"Mmm. Because Moo is now a soldier."
"Oh, did you do something?"
I haven't scolded you very hard about last night, but it only explains the danger so that you can understand it properly.
Because of that, Moo listened very well today.
Thor and the others have predicted that in three days' time, prudence will return to normal.
The child is as healthy as that and it is more suited to sex to soothe a lot of things.
Even if you do the same thing again, you just have to say it again and again.
That's what parenting is all about was Thor's perception.
At least, I'm not willing to do anything back to a child who concealed the abandoned fright of the first time we met.
"Okay, okay, you're gonna get better soon."
The clerk woman, who gave in while saying so, hugs Moo tightly.
He was pounding the child on the back as it was, but raised his face as he inadvertently thought of it.
"Can I see that tag, please?"
The woman, who looked at the received white weasel leather plaque with a smile, concludes in her mouth.
"You're almost with the size of this kid. I think I'm gonna soak it in."
"............... right. That's it!"
Thor looked reluctantly at Kraka, whose eyes suddenly shimmered in the woman's words.
After completing the order and exchanging goodbye greetings, Tor went for the square in the heart of the outer city.
Sora and Yuryl, who were meeting, but they found it right away because there was a wall of men on the far roll.
The girl, who was turning the skewer around, waves happily.
"Thor. Over here, over here."
In an instant, the men's gaze gathers, but it seems that they soon realized who they were because they had Moo with them.
Scattered, leaking an outspoken sigh in his mouth.
"What do you say? Did you have a shop?
"Yeah, a kind person taught me, so I figured it out right away."
"I've also finished my order. He said it would take four days at two."
It was the silver mechanic's shop where Tor and the two other people who acted separately were heading out.
I've had a good reputation for a long time, but in recent times, I've heard stories of reopening business in Botsaria via Eriki, the family ordinance.
So I asked for a combination of genuine silver obtained in the swamp and certain items.
He said, "This one will be ready in about four or five days."
"Ho. Looking forward to it."
"So what if I can get a job done before then? It was a bloody lake next time."