Chapter 10

Chapter 10: 10

“But this third one can’t be a regular sale.”

“Huh? Really?

Thermia says in surprise. I am.

“Anyway, if you’re the one who knows enough about handling blades, the one who isn’t, it’s too dangerous if you use this cleavage thing, right?

Answer.

“Ah, well…”

Thermia looking disappointed.

“Well, if you’re the one who knows how to handle a blade properly, you can sell it.”

“Whoa, I did it.”

“Hmm? What? You want it?

“Ooh. When hunting, it’s easier if it’s as sharp as this.”

“Then I’ll do it.”

I have a previous one, and I feel sorry to wait for the owner like this, and most importantly, Thermia is not the one I don’t know.

“Are you sure!?”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I’ll make a sheath between what I normally sell, so I’ll give you a minute.”

“That’s fine with me. This is all I get, so I can’t help but waste it there.”

“Well, wait a while”

“Whoa!”

It’s starting to feel like I’m feeding something. No, I’m letting you live, so it’s like you’re practically feeding me.

In the meantime, this has set the direction for what needs to be made. Let’s not make anything too awesome, but make something there, while accepting repairs with the finishing touches about the next day.

If so, it seems better to concentrate on ”a few hits” for a while. It’s not a big deal for me, but it’s a lot nicer than normal, so there’s no need to buy disapproval.

Then for about five days, in addition to small swords, knives, etc., I made some quails, sickles, and axes. Newly made products are also made for me, which have good sharpness.

Thermia has been quiet for the past five days. I’m letting you participate in the attempt to get rid of the fact that you won’t be moving your body too much, but it’s not the wind that’s giving you all you can at that time.

If you ask me about that,

“No, because I want to heal my injuries quickly and use an Eizo knife or something…”I was told. Right or right. Let’s make something new next time. It’s weak to be praised for traveling far away, I am.

So on day six, when I came to Ko (…) Chi (…) for a week, I decided to thread out Thermia’s sutured scar.

I’m gonna pull it out now, but it’s gonna hurt.

“Ooh, okay”

That’s how I pull out the stitched bun. Thermia seemed painful, but she endured without raising her voice.

“All right, over”

“Thank you.”

Thermia wrapped around a new bandage and removed the thread.

By the way, Thermia, I’d like to ask you one thing.

“Hmm? What?

“Is it a problem for an Orc to go to the city?

“No? I just don’t get there much because I don’t need anything in particular, and if you’re guilty or not, the guards won’t stop you, okay?

“Is that all?

“Oh, the athletes move the rattles sometimes. So I don’t have that much stuff in the first place.”

“I see.”

I wonder if it’s close to the hunting nation. With that said, there was a lot of talk about hunting that came up during dinner.

But being willing (probably) to live here doesn’t mean you can’t settle.

Let’s hear about this neighborhood when you say you’re going to live there again.

And the next day, when we’re done with all the morning water, we’ll be ready to head out to the city.

Even so, it’s a day trip, so no big travel outfits are necessary. Today I decide to take a knife and a sickle, an axe and a quail, but only one because the axe and the quail are stingy.

Thermia serves as an escort, so she only gets a knife. The knife that is not for sale is on my hips now and the outfit is my own clothes.

I’m an axe and quack in my usual clothes, multiple sickles, and I’m suspicious, but, conversely, it just looks like I brought a sale.

And then from the hidden shelves on the side table in the bedroom, I’ve disrespected a few pieces of silver coins. Maybe mine.

“Are you ready?

“Oh.”

With the anticipation and anxiety of being out of town for the first time in this world, we set out.