209 - - preparation for getting ready

"The store looks exactly like that."

"......, hello."

The man who answered in a whisper was still in his late twenties.

He has a rather thin body wrapped in a leather apron and an ill-fitting beard.

Although they did not have much in common in terms of appearance, his blunt mannerisms were similar to those of his father.

"I've come to order, may I?"

"Here you go."

Thor's response was again brief, and he held out the bill of goods with a slight lift of the corners of his mouth.

The man who accepted it glanced at the contents and then pushed back the bill with a blank expression on his face.

"...... the white weasel is too much for me."

"No, your father assured me you'd be fine, Kulaka."

The young man, the eldest son of Ramo, the owner of the armor store at the end of the alley, finally frowned slightly at these words.

Thor and his friends are currently visiting a leather craftsman's store at the end of an alleyway, a short distance from the main street north of the outer town of Bossaria.

A brand-new signboard depicts a set of leather armor, but provides no further explanation.

It seems that the shop is just like his father's in its lack of business spirit.

The only thing that was definitely different from his father's store was...

"Well, let's take it, manager!　If we get the Hero's order, we'll be very popular!"

A petite female clerk interrupted their conversation in a loud voice.

She must have been in her early twenties.

She was about a head shorter than Thor, but her bosom was so assertive that it pushed up her leather apron.

Her eyes were slightly slanted at the corners, and her energy was evident in every aspect of her behavior.

"I'm not the manager. I'm the boss."

"A master has a kind of dignity, doesn't it? It doesn't suit the manager at all.

Having been told off so clearly, Kulaka now blatantly frowned.

It was a point that seemed to be bothering him as well.

"It looks like your apprentice is on board."

"Sorry for being so cocky."

"I think it's good that you're positive. So, are you going to take the job?

Again, Kulaka thought about the question a little and asked the opposite question.

"Why are you so interested in me?"

Certainly, considering the skill of the leather craftsman, it would be best to ask Ramow.

However, in terms of technique, his eldest son, who was his direct apprentice, is not inferior to him.

In fact, I have heard Ramow say several times that all he lacks is confidence.

However, Thor thought that this was not the case either.

"Don't take it so seriously. I just thought I had some interesting material on hand and thought I'd give it a try freely."

Although the white weasel had been charred black, its supple fur was completely restored by Thor's .

The meat will be served at dinner tonight as a celebration for the younger members of the group.

At first, the meat was supposed to be used as material for their equipment, since Sisan and his team had killed it.

However, they were told that they were not the ones who killed it, so they refrained.

So we thought it would be interesting to make some unusual equipment.

"........."

"Yes. If you're a father, I'd say armor, gloves, and leather shoes are the safest bet.

Yeah, that's what I thought, too.

"But it's a whole fish, I think you should use it in a more fancy way to make something interesting."

Thor did not miss the light that flashed for a moment in both of Kulaka's eyes when he said these words.

Having grown up watching his father, a master chef, closely, his father's work is burned into his mind.

The store's appearance, which resembles the main store, and the manner in which the customers are treated by the staff, which is not always clear in words, are probably an indication of this.

However, it is nothing more than an imitation of Ramow's style, and does not remind us of Krakow's style at all.

Thor's conclusion was that what this eldest son with the ill-fitting beard lacked was not confidence but a willingness to try new things.

However, judging from his reaction, it seems that he has inherited the spirit of a craftsman who is willing to take on new challenges.

Thor continued as if to add to the discussion.

"You've heard about my skills from your father.

"...... a little bit."

The young leather worker nodded his head while swallowing hard.

He has realized that even if he makes a mistake, he can start over as much as he wants.

"It looks like you're up for it," he says.

"Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"Yes, please."

"But first, don't you have to ask me whose equipment I'm going to make?　Manager."

Kulaka turned to Thor with a flustered look on his face.

It seems that he is not yet as good as his father who is used to such a situation.

Thor nodded and pushed forward to introduce the child of the Purple-Eyed Tribe who was standing still behind him.

"I'm going to need you to make some equipment for him. Here, say hello."

"Good morning!"

"You have a lovely child!　Do you want a lick of beeswax?"

"Hmm. Moo is in the middle of a semi-seizure."

"Oh, no, I must have done something wrong..."

I didn't scold him too hard about last night's incident, but I did explain it to him so that he would understand the danger of it.

Perhaps because of this, Mu was very quiet and attentive today.

Thor and the others have already guessed that he will be back to normal after three days of house arrest.

Children are more suited to be that energetic and to make a lot of mistakes.

Even if they do the same kind of things again, you just have to tell them over and over again.

That was the way Thor and his friends perceived parenting.

At least, we are not going to go back to the child who hid the fear of being abandoned when we first met.

"Come on, come on, get well soon."

The woman bends down and hugs Moe tightly.

She patted the child on the back, but suddenly looked up as if she had an idea.

"May I see that tag?

The woman who looked at the white weasel leather tag she had received sullenly, and with a smile on her face, she spoke out her conclusion.

"It's almost the same size as this one. I think I can fit him inside.

"............ I see. That's it!"

Thor gazed at Kulaka's eyes, which suddenly lit up at the woman's words.

After placing their orders and exchanging parting greetings, Thor and his friends set out for the square in the center of the outer city.

Sora and Yuril, who were waiting for them, were easily spotted by the wall of men in the distance.

A girl who was twirling a skewer waved at them happily.

Thor-chan. Come here, come here."

In an instant, all eyes of the men were on me, but they seemed to have noticed my true identity immediately because I had Moe with me.

They let out a sigh of exasperation and scattered about.

"How's it going? Did you find the store?"

"Yes, a nice man told me about it, so I found it right away!"

"I've already placed your order. It will take four days for two items.

The two men, separated from Thor, had gone to the silversmith's store.

The silversmith's shop had always had a good reputation, but they had heard through the family courtier, Ericki, that he had recently reopened his business in Bossaria.

So I asked him for a combination of the silver I had obtained in the swamp and a certain item.

"This one will be ready in about four or five days as well.

"Oh. I'm looking forward to it.

"Well, let's get some work done first. The next one is at the lake of blood, I think.