253 - - equipment in place

"What about you, Thor?"

Sola, who seemed to be very happy with the ring, asked me in a lively voice, the corners of her mouth still turned up.

Thor, on the other hand, responded with a disinterested look on his face.

"Is it me or ....... It doesn't look good on a man."

Thor shook his head inwardly at the thought of himself with bracelets and hair ornaments.

However, considering the efficacy of the jewel, it would be a shame to keep it away just because it did not suit him.

Especially after the tenth floor, he had encountered many monsters that attacked with great force.

With , we can cope with any situation.

I thought so, but now that I have encountered situations where my consciousness was almost cut off many times, I must say that I was too naive.

If we can reduce such a danger, even a little, it is a trivial matter to be particular about the appearance.

"At least it would be better if they didn't decorate it."

"In that case, you could attach it to the armor itself, Master Thor.

"Is that so?　Hmmm, that might be just the thing. Actually, I'm in the process of getting a new suit of armor.

Oh, that's a wonderful opportunity. May I take a look at it?

Yes, by all means.

So we suddenly changed our plans and stopped by an armor shop in a back alley.

Thor and his friends are escorted by his escort, Enna, to a black carriage waiting at the back entrance.

I'm hungry, Tor.

"You had plenty of baked goods earlier."

"Usually, I buy some food from the stalls in the square and go home..."

Sola looks disappointed, but when the coachman opens the door, she lifts her nose cutely in surprise.

"What's that?　What's that smell?"

"Yes, I've prepared your favorite."

"Really?

The girl rushed into the carriage with a panicked look on her face and cheered when she noticed that her favorite food, grilled skewers, had been placed on the table.

"Thank you for always taking care of me.

"No, no, you're welcome."

Smiling softly, Enna casually hands a small note to Thor.

"This is the restaurant you've been frequenting lately, sir.

"Thank you for everything.

"Well, I think it would be better if you visited alone, Mr. Toll.

Apparently, it is difficult for female customers to enter the restaurant.

Thor nodded his head, said goodbye to Enna, and got into the carriage.

It takes less than ten minutes to reach the alley where the armor shop is located.

Moe pushed open the familiar old door and shouted cheerfully.

Grandpa, are you there?

"Oh, that's because it's my store. You can't start without me.

"Hello, Mr. Ramow."

"Oh, Miss and Mr. Beppin. You're still as beautiful as ever.

"Oh, thank you very much."

After the greetings are over, Thor calls out to him.

"Hey, buddy. How's that thing you asked for?　Also, there's someone I'd like to introduce you to."

"You got another wife?　Yeah, that's Hila. Long time no see.

"You look well, Mr. Ramow."

The old craftsman glared at the silversmith, but said nothing more and pointed behind him with a raised thumb.

"Look here, look here! Here's what you ordered."

There it was, the crimson scaled armor on the wooden doll's torso.

The basic part of the armor was lined with small scales, but the chest and shoulders were covered with a single large scale that loomed over the body.

The joints between the scales were smooth and unnatural, as if they had grown in such a way from the beginning.　

Thor and the others are taken aback by the workmanship, which easily surpasses their imagination.　

The shopkeeper was so pleased with their reaction that he rubbed the tip of his nose with the tip of his thumb and continued to speak.

"I had a hard time with this one. But it's good, isn't it?"

"You're so black and white, Grandpa."

"Oh, that's great!"

"It's a fine piece of work. I'm amazed."

Hila, who had been watching carefully, notices a peculiar protrusion on the scales and turns back to Thor.

"............ What if this is?"

"Yes, the scales of that thing."

It was an armor made of the leather of a swarming fauna of lake dragons previously killed by Thor and his men.

Most of it had been sold to the Bossalian Adventurers' Bureau, but some of the finer scales had been left behind.

These pieces of armor were then joined together one by one by hand to make this scale armor.

Moreover, the wooden body of the armor was made to the exact measurements of Thor.

"Thank you, father. You exceeded my expectations.

"Of course. A craftsman must exceed the customer's request.

"So, I hate to tell you this, but ......"

"Well, if you call a silversmith, he's most likely going to want to decorate it in a fancy way."

"No, it's not just decoration, Mr. Ramow."

Hila, who has just stepped forward as if it were her job, starts to talk about the efficacy of the jewel.

At first, the owner listened with a frown, but after hearing her explanation, he was immediately convinced.

She nodded her head several times and then patted Thor on the shoulder.

"Well, then, tell them that quickly! I thought you'd changed since you hung up your stupidly colored adventurer's card on the wall.

"I'm sorry, mister. Don't worry, I'm not going to change that much."

"Okay, I agreed with you about the processing. ....... I'm not sure I can do that here."

The silversmith who owns a store in Bossaria looks thoughtful.

"Yes, I would like to bring it back to my workshop if possible. However, I don't know much about scaled armor, so it would be a difficult task without your advice.

"Hmmm ......"

Ramow, with his hand on his chin, was silent for a moment, then opened his mouth gravely.

"All right, I'll leave the finishing touches to him. He's right there in Bossalia."

Who is it?

"Huh, I'm proud of my number one apprentice."

The old craftsman smiled as he said this, his eyes narrowed.