Only Haila stayed in the store for the meeting after Tor and the others left.
Rarely, there is no appearance of a guest in the store, and the second son of his inner apprentice also remains drawn to the back.
Lamou, who had followed his attention to his eldest son on the workbench in a letter, called for a potpourri on Haila's back, who eagerly examined the scaled armor.
"... don't pluck him too hard"
Turning to the word, the silver craftsman returns the word with a bitter smile.
"Yes, don't say bad things about people, parent."
"Well, you're gonna cover the outside world, too."
Approximate goods distributed in the border districts are subject to a lower limit of retail prices by the Artisan Union.
This is an arrangement to prevent them from fighting over prices and crushing each other, but there are no strict rules on the reverse ceiling.
For this reason, some artisans proud of their arms were allowed to apply a thoughtful value to the work of the synagogue.
However, it is up to the customer whether the price is really desirable.
Haila's main customers, who are silver craftsmen, were wealthy upperclassmen, not adventurers.
A mighty being that dwells far behind the land and whose power cannot be easily extended.
They attract a great deal of interest from people who live a life unrelated to threats.
Some of the materials of the more vicious monsters combined with precious metals lead to such an elegant layer of living.
Favorites gathered and beautifully decorated horns and fangs were to be traded for extrajudicial values.
And the silver craftsman himself also pushed the price fully strong without relenting to the unknown market.
As a result, Haila's fine workmanship gained fame and was traded at high prices.
The only people who don't feel comfortable with it are their peers.
Especially in Boundary Street, adventurers benefit greatly from the purchase of materials.
Naturally, there was the idea that processed equipment should take precedence over them, who risk their lives.
But Haila's business partners are all human beings who have nothing to do with the border neighborhood, such as their own clerics and nobles.
Those were to buy even more of the objection of fellow artisans.
Of course, if other craftsmen had made similar pieces, they might not have stood out so much.
However, the combination of the elaborate workmanship produced by the hands of the mature Haira and the decorations that completely exploit it was not a substitute for being able to imitate overnight.
Because of the inclusion of such jealousy, Haila is called to work by the muttering people.
Since he did not deny it in person either, only at any time was that settled on two Haila names.
The infamous silver craftsman quietly looks back into the eyes of the famous artisan and the famous Lamou.
And I asked intriguingly.
"You've been putting your shoulders in Lady Thor for a long time, haven't you?
"No, you know, they don't really know the price or anything. Well, I know exactly what I'm talking about."
When adventurers are also of high rank, they earn more than slightly if they are about the same chamber of commerce.
But surprisingly few are rough with gold.
The reason is because I have fought for many years with my life, or because I know that this kind of life will not last long.
If you look to life after your retirement when your income drops dramatically, it's because you're hesitant to scatter it so flashly.
It is also significant that the seniors of the faction and the familiar caregivers of the temples to which they belong offer various advices.
But the Tolls rose to the top A-rank in a short period of six months.
The faction is also still small, and the two main powers are not affiliated with the temple either.
Words such as affordable ducks are perfect.
Haila smiled unexpectedly at Lamou's worried face.
"Rest assured. We will wholesale you at the right price this time. I'm not even willing to give you enough extra coins, including travel expenses"
"Well, what kind of wind is that again?
"Right. Heh heh, I actually punished you."
"Punished?
"I've made plenty of money so far, but last year, you lost everything"
Reminded of the fall of Bossaria, Lamou shook his head vertically as he was convinced.
"But I heard the city was rebuilt, so I went back and the store I thought was over was completely back to normal for some reason. Yeah, I was really surprised. So if you ask around, isn't it a rumor that Master Thor did it? I looked up to you for being too unlikely, but what surprised me more was that it was only a rumor around. I really liked the fact that he wasn't proud to say so."
The old silver craftsman, who took a breath, continued with a smudged voice.
"So I've come to the bottom of my mind that I want to try to create a fine workmanship for these people. Yeah, that's all I'm talking about."
"Right."
"You're right about the rumor that your parents are obsessed with customers. But this scaled armor is a stunning dish. I'll fall in love with you in the eyes of a mechanic."
"Yeah, but I'm not picking on a guest. You're just pissed off that they're just ordering. That's why I'm trying to put out only one order, too. That sounds like a bad rumor."
"What things?
"It's not a big deal. Just come and show me if I'm using it properly. But he always forgets."
After only a few distant eyes, Lamou spits out to whine.
"... or never come back to show it again."
And when I looked up, I turned around and happily connected the words.
"But only Thor's bastard kept my order for exactly twenty-five years. You have to do everything in your power to accommodate such a customer's products."
Leather artisans and silver craftsmen gaze at each other for a while.
And as we breathed together, we lifted the ends of each other's lips.