113 Lesson 112

Aotearoa and Deena enter the last house and look at the weapons in the old store. What was put on the wall, what was lined up on the display shelves, each was not a bad assortment. Rather, there seemed to be a line of weapons ranked higher than the larger stores poorly.

"What do you think?

Aeta shook her neck beside Deena's question. Sure, there were better things lined up than in other stores, but I still didn't see a big difference and didn't think I could create the sword Ethereum was looking for. When you take your gaze off the shelf, it is in your eyes that the barrel is placed. There are several weapons stabbed in it, and when you look at the price tag on the barrel, it says one silver coin per bottle.

"I do think I read something about treasure sleeping in these cheap items..."

As Aotearoa was confirming the pull-out of each bottle, the clerk who was right behind Aotearoa called to see where he had emerged from.

"There's no treasure here. If I had something like that in the first place, I wouldn't have stabbed it in a barrel and sold it cheaply."

The bearded dwarf clerk said so looking at Ethereum with a frightened face.

"Well, if you think about it normally, you do. So, if that's not the place, do you mean there's treasure elsewhere?

Aotea grinned and asked the clerk. The clerk didn't seem to think he was going to give it back, and he gave it back a facetious look but immediately a laugh.

"I'll say something pretty funny, but unfortunately it's not in this store. I mean, there's no such thing as a weapon we're dealing with in this store that we like to be bastards, or we can call it treasure. Most of those things are just one thing, and it's normal to ask artisans to create them directly"

The clerk will explain to Aotearoa how to create a common weapon in Dwarf country with his arms around him.

"That's right. I wish I had a craftsman's knot..."

That's what Aotea said. Chirali and I saw the clerk. It was a blatant appeal, but the clerk was rather laughing without a disgusting face.

"If you showed me a weapon that would satisfy me, I wouldn't even think about it."

The clerk smiled like he was going to try and looked at Aeta.

"... can you look at this?

Aotea handed the sixteen nights of her hips to the clerk.

"This... where the hell did you get this?

The clerk, who saw the body pulled out of the sheath, was surprised, opened his eyes and asked Ethereum a question.

"This was made with Dwarf, who used to be one of mine. I happen to be able to do this once it's packed, and from me, it's unfinished product. I want to make a finished knife."

"Knife, huh? Then there might only be one."

Aotearoa was surprised to learn the word knife first. I was surprised twice that there was something else that could create it.

"Can't you introduce me to him?

Aotea rode herself out and stopped at the clerk.

"Uh, I'd just like to introduce you if I knew you, but with a little special one. Anyway, he's the descendant of a brave man who fought the Demon King a thousand years ago."

"How do I get to see him?

Aotea asks the clerk questions in a delicious mood.

"Hmm, that's a tough one. He only talks to the one he likes, I've seen about it, too, but I've never talked to him. If you really want to see me, I'll tell you where the workshop is... but I don't know if I'll see you."

The clerk, who often thought into Aotearoa's questions, writes down the location of the store on paper with a sinister face.

"Look, you should go here. Well, he's a busy one, so I don't even know if he's in the workshop."

"Still, thank you. Thank you. Next time I come, I'll let you shop at this store."

When Aotea received the map and confirmed it, she lowered her head to the clerk and left the store behind.

"Well, I just want to head to the workshop you taught me to keep..."

"Yeah, well, it's gonna be dark, so why don't we go back to the inn and go tomorrow"

"Keep it that way, or you'll be rude too late."

Originally the sun was falling, so I intended to make this store my last. I was about to point it out at night outside, so I decided to stop visiting today and head to the inn.

The Inn meal was of course inferior compared to the dishes made by the Sylvan Gordon brothers. But they were satisfied to be served an array of home-cooked dishes unique to Dwarf's country and to be able to taste the unique goodness of the journey. Whether it was the edibility of this country or the quantity of each plate was also served more, and it was satisfactory in terms of quantity.

The accommodation facilities were of the same or slightly higher rank as the general accommodation, and although there were no baths, hot water, etc., was free of charge in a bucket. The bed was soft again, and thanks to it, I was able to rest that evening.

The next morning, after eating breakfast at the inn, the two of them were on their way to the workshop where they were taught yesterday. According to the information I asked the innkeeper, yesterday Aotearoa and Deena were walking around in a commercial district, and the workshop they taught me was in the workshop district. As a position, it was located opposite to the commercial district.

With various craftsmen setting up workshops in the workshop area and a bunch of built, it was not uncommon for travellers and others unfamiliar with the city to stay for days without being able to find the desired craftsmen.

Aotea goes down the road relying on the map she got written yesterday. After a short drawing, it was a solid map that led the two of us to the desired workshop.

"Right here, right?

It was also located behind the Workshop District, which was a smaller workshop than you can imagine from the story of the descendants of the brave. Aotea checked the map location and workshop name and looked at the building in front of her again.

"Yeah, looks like it."

Deena peered in and confirmed Ethereal's map from the side, but it was a word that contained some suspicion.

"In the meantime, do you want to come in? I'm sorry."

The door to the workshop was open, so I went inside and called out. But there was no reaction and I didn't hear a thing.

"He's not here? I'm sorry. Hey, isn't anybody here?"

Aotea speaks with a slight tone of voice.

"Sorry - are you there -?

Deena will also try to speak up following Aotearoa.

"... uuuuuuuuu! Don't make a scene when people are asleep!!

Rising from beyond the counter, Dwarf yelled at Ethereum and Deena in angry shapes.