Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

"What do you do with Tor?

Sora, who was so happy with the ring that she wouldn't return with her mouth angle lifted, bounced her voice and asked.

In contrast, Tor responds with a face that does not feel comfortable.

"It's me... You don't look good on a man."

Imagining herself with her bracelet and hair decorations on a charade, Tor shook her neck sideways with his heart.

Just considering the potency of the treasure ball, it's too bad to keep it away just because it doesn't look good on you.

Especially since the 10th floor, I have encountered many monsters launching intense attacks.

With Restore, you can handle any situation.

I thought so, but now that I've encountered a situation that seemed to prune my consciousness many times, I have to say it was too sweet a recognition.

If it reduces such danger at all, it is trivial, such as the attention to appearance.

"I have to at least decorate it."

"If that's the case, some hands will be attached to the armor itself, Master Tor."

"Really? Hmm, that might be just fine. Actually, I'm in the middle of a new armor."

"Oh, that's a great opportunity. Can I just take a look at you for a second?

"Yeah, I'd love to,"

That's why I suddenly rescheduled and stopped by the armor store in the alley.

To her escort Enna, Tor and the others are even guided to the black painted carriage that was waiting at the back door.

"Toe, I'm hungry"

"You just ate plenty of baked sweets."

"Usually, I'll buy it at the square stall and go home."

Sounds like an unfortunate mouth-watering Sola, but the moment your man opens the carriage door, he lifts his nose as cute as he was surprised.

"Is that it?"

"Yes, I've got something for you that Sola likes."

"Really!?

The girl, who rushed into the carriage with a panicked face, cheered when she realized that a skewer of her favorite had been placed.

"It's always helpful to be distracted."

"No, you're welcome"

Enna, with a soft grin, hands a small note to Thor subtly.

"This is the shop the director has been to a lot lately."

"From what, thank you"

"Well, if I may, Mr. Thor, I think it would be better if you asked alone."

Apparently, female customers are difficult to get into.

The nodded Tor rides into the carriage with a farewell greeting to Enna.

Until in front of an alley with armor stores, they arrived less than enough.

Moo, who opened to thrust through the familiar old door, raises his voice vigorously.

"Grandpa, are you there?

"Oh, that's my shop. It's gonna start when I'm gone."

"Hello, Mr. Lamou."

"Oh, is that Miss and Mr. Beppin? You're so beautiful, no matter what."

"Oh, thank you"

At the end of a street greeting, Thor speaks up.

"Hey, old man. What's going on with the array I asked for? There's someone else I'd like you to meet."

"You got more daughters again? Yeah, it's Haila, isn't it? Long time no see."

"Looking good, Lamou Parents"

An old craftsman who stared at a silver craftsman, but pointed behind his own back with a thumb that stood without saying anything more.

"Look, don't look. It's an order."

What was there was a crimson scaled armor that was worn on the torso of a wooden doll.

The basic parts were lined with small scales, but the chest and shoulders are covered with large single scales pressing out.

The connections of the scales are smooth and unnatural, free of shards, and shaped as if they had grown that way from the beginning.

Tor's eyes are unwittingly distracted by the prosperity of what has been mildly beyond their imagination.

The shopkeeper, concerned about the reaction, continued his words as he rubbed his nose tip with his thumb belly.

"Damn it, I'm stuck with this guy. But you did good, didn't you?

"Oh, my God, Grandpa."

"Oh, something's amazing!

"That's a fine finish. Surprised."

Haila, who was watching carefully, noticed a unique projection floating on the scale and turned back to Tor.

"... what if this is?

"Yeah, it's my scales."

It was armor made from the leather of the flock phase of the Lake Dragon, which Tor and the others had previously planted.

Most of them were sold off to the Adventurers Bureau in Botsaria, but they left the fine scaly part behind.

It is this scalar armor that connects them by hand.

Besides, to make it perfect for Tor, let's go out of our way to measure the dimensions and build a wooden torso.

"Thank you, old man. It's more than I expected."

"Naturally. Beyond the demands of our guests, we're craftsmen."

"So, that's a hard story to say..."

"Well, calling me a silver mechanic means doing some crazy, flashy decorations."

"No, it's not just a decoration, Lamou Parents"

Just because it's my job from here, the advancing Haila talks about the potency of the treasure ball.

He was the shopkeeper who had only heard it face to face at first, but he was convinced as soon as he heard the explanation.

Nodding over and over, he bashes Tor's shoulder.

"Well, then, let's just say it. He said you've changed, too, because of the adventurer bills hanging in very disturbing colors."

"I'm sorry, old man. Don't worry, I won't change that much."

"Okay, I'm convinced the conversation is going to be processed... You just can't do it here."

With that word in mind, the silver mechanic who sets up a shop in Bossaria becomes a contemplative face.

"Yes, if possible, you want to take it back to my workshop. However, I don't know much about scalar armor, so it's going to be difficult to work with without advice."

"Hmm..."

Lamou, with his hand on his chin, opened his mouth heavily after a moment of silence.

"All right, let him handle the finishing touches. Just stay in Botheria."

"Who is it?

"Heh, he's my proudest apprentice."

Saying so, the old craftsman narrowed his eyes and made him laugh.