218 - - the day after a festival

The next day, after a noisy night, Thor and his friends were out on the town.

Sithan and the other younger members of the group had already finished breakfast and were heading for the lake of blood in Garudo's carriage.

They were determined to first check the situation with the jumping striped clams, and if they could make it, they would head for the small island on a restored raft.

The three brothers, who have been a little out of it, are waiting for the liquor to wear off before heading to the hunting grounds as well with the lunchtime carriage.

They are planning to build a new raft and explore the islands in the back of the lake.

Last night the young men were surrounded by many people who showered them with thanks.

Thor remembers a blushing Sisang muttering in annoyance that he had never been so well received in his life.

It continues to this day, and just walking down the street, people who pass by are constantly giving me looks of admiration and shouting at me.

The stalls are offering delicious smelling items one after another, and Sora and Moe's hands are already full.

At first, the girls wanted to pay for the food, but they were told that they were welcome to try them because they would be well-known only because the heroes ate them.

She tasted each one with a serious face, but as soon as she put it in her mouth, the corners of her mouth lifted up and turned into a big smile.

The joy of being praised and recognized by someone is irreplaceable.

However, Sisang and the others do not seem to be conceited about it and are silently trying to move forward.

Thor scratched the bottom of his chin silently as he remembered them.

The words that Sacco had spoken to him last night were swirling in his mind.

Defeat the witch.

It is indeed an act required of a hero, but it is also a risky one.

By taking on the monster of lore, you could lose someone you care about.

It was not a decision to be taken lightly.

Thor's decision to become a hero was because he was the opposite of what he called a mud fisherman.

A recognized figure who fights off vicious monsters and wins the admiration of the people.

There is no doubt that he longed to be a solitary adventurer who hunted tiny prey without anyone's attention.

But now, in this city, Thor is welcomed as a hero.

His popularity is so great that there is probably no one who does not know the faces and names of these heroes.

Should he go on?

Unable to find an answer, Thor pushed open the door to the Adventurers' Bureau.

"We have been waiting for you, Hero Thor."

Before reaching the counter, Thor and the others were led to a back room.

They sat down on a thick sofa and were served cold drinks, which seemed to have been chilled on a cooling board.

After a short pause, the staff member who had been the first to greet us earlier returned with a small box in his hand.

He bowed politely as he gently offered it to me.

The director of the bureau has asked me to give you this. Please put it away."

When he opened the top lid, he found a bright white gold coin he had never seen before sitting inside.

"Wow, it's beautiful!

"It's so shiny!"

"You've gone all out with the white gold."

Thor let out a murmur of surprise at the higher-than-expected purchase price of the dragon.

The majority of the materials purchased were silver coins, even for the monsters in the underground prison that the Kongo class goes to, not to mention the swamp of ghosts that is the hunting ground of Thor and the other true silver class.

The price of materials in the deeper levels of the prisons is finally reduced to gold coins.

And this platinum coin is said to be worth two hundred gold coins.

It was a price that could only be found among the great merchants and high nobility, and was an extraordinary amount of money to be paid for the prey that occurred in the hunting grounds of the red-scaled class.

"...... are you sure?"

The border town of Bossalia is still in the middle of rebuilding and is a very expensive time.

I was told that they would add color, but I don't think it's an amount I would be willing to pay out of pocket to an adventurer.

"Yes, don't worry. A dragon that large will yield plenty of materials, and its parts are sold at high prices. And if it's the dragon that the hero defeated, it's even more so.

Certainly, scales of that size can be attached to a shield as it is. It would also be easy to make it into armor.

And even though most of the meat was served to the residents, it seems that the precious internal organs that were to be processed into medicine were left intact.

"I see, so this is also a publicity stunt."

By offering a huge bounty, they can indirectly increase the preciousness of the dragon.

It is also easy to imagine that this will attract the best adventurers.

I'll accept it without reservation.

"Thank you once again. Thank you very much for saving this city, ladies and gentlemen.

If I'm ever in trouble again, I'm going to give Moe a little push!"

Thank you very much for your kind words.

"You can't make promises like that anymore, Moo-chan."

"Well, I can't promise anything, but if you need any help at all, I'm at your disposal."

"Please feel free to call on us at any time."

Thor and his friends return to the mansion, and Elikki, the family courtier, announces that they have a visitor.

When they went to the reception room, they found the craftsmen waiting for them.

First, an elderly silversmith, dressed in a formal dress, presents his wares to them with a graceful bow.

"Thank you for waiting so long, madam. Here is what you ordered.

Arranged on the table was a beautifully crafted crown and necklace made of fine silver.

Both were adorned with a large, bright blue jewel in the center.

Sola's eyes immediately lit up at the magnificent workmanship.

Ulir, too, peeked at the beautiful jewelry with a twitch of his ear.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it very much!"

"This is wonderful."

Please give it a try."

"Well, Ricco, Cerami, this way."

At Elikki's call, the housekeeper's girls who had been waiting for her brought in a large dresser.

Sola immediately puts on her necklace and twirls around in front of it.

Then she noticed their admiring glances as they held up the mirror and smiled shyly.

"Thank you very much. I was surprised to see that it was even more beautiful than I had imagined."

"It was a great learning experience for me to work with this rare material."

After receiving the payment, the silversmith bowed gracefully and left the room.

The next to step forward was Kulaka, a leather craftsman.

He too seemed to have done his best to clean the stains off his leather jacket.

"It's done!

With a whisper, the young man presented us with a garment made of pure white weasel leather.

What is interesting is its structure.

It was almost exactly as the monster had been.

The tips of the hands had the claws removed so that the fingers could be pulled out.

The same is true of the feet.

The back of the body is split vertically, and it seems that the body can be entered through the split.

There were holes on both sides of the crack, which could be closed tightly with a string.

"What is this?　

"You want to try it on?　Moo."

"Yes!"

The child quickly takes off his jacket and slips completely into the fur.

The head has a slit at the neck, through which the child's face appears.

The fur of the head can be pulled down behind the head or worn like a hood.

When Moo emerged from the white weasel, his purple eyes shone to their fullest.

He begins to perform a strange dance in front of the mirror.

The girls who were supporting him were trying hard to hold back their laughter with red faces.

After enjoying the comfort of the white weasel's fur, Moo turns around and says to the creator, "I'm not going to let you do this.

"Yes, I like this very much. No problem!

"What?"

No, let me pay you. Good work deserves its own reward.

Apparently, he had mistakenly taken the words of the stall owner and the others as a sign of gratitude.

Kulaka's face lifted proudly as he was handed the promised money.

He looked like a craftsman who had come out of his shell.