𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟖: 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞
I walk through the town with a few men in tow.
Good, there’s no one tailing us.
No attackers either.
When we arrive at a cheap weapon shop,
I take out four steel swords from storage and hang them over my shoulder.
When I enter the shop, there are two or three customers, all of them seem to be adventurers.
No, there’s one lady seriously contemplating in front of the knives.
There’s a muscular, sleeveless old man at the counter, looking bored.
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“Huh, so this is a weapon shop. . .”
Alex looks around the shop with interest.
“Yeah, that’s right. They only have cheap swords with no decorations that you can use until they’re worn out.”
“Hey, student, are you here to window shop again? That’s a harsh way to put it, but we do have some expensive and good swords.”
“I don’t know who would consider them good swords, but are there any rich guys who need good swords?”
“Bring those customers here. I’ll give them a service.”
“I’ve never heard of that. Hey, I want to sell these. You do buybacks, right?”
I place four swords on the counter.
“Let’s see. Ah, the ones you bought before? Have you already reforged them?”
“Try drawing it.”
“Hey, this is. . .”
“It’s a steel sword, the material is different, I combined the ones with usable hilts from the ones I forged.”
“I see. This is good raw material. Did you forge it?”
“Well, yeah. . . But I can’t do leatherwork, so I reused the sheath and exterior, as you can see.”
“Well, that’s true. It doesn’t look expensive with this sheath.”
“How much will you buy it for? Adventurers wouldn’t skimp on something like this, right?”
“Hmm. One for 10 gold coins.”
“That’s not going to work.”
“Hey, hey. It’s an unknown steel sword. There aren’t many people who would pay 10 gold coins for something like that.”
“It’s the royal capital, there must be some big spenders. Sell it to someone who understands.”
“Hey, sell it to me.”
Carl interrupts.
“Carl. I’ll give you a better one when I can forge it, so be patient for a while.”
I’ll make you a magic sword with an enchantment.
“Otto, really?”
“Make one for me too!!”
“John. I can’t forge a rapier. It’ll be a regular sword.”
“”That’s fine!!””
“That’s right, there are people who want it. It’s not carburized, it’s a full steel sword.”
“Huh?”
The old man is surprised.
What, you can’t tell by looking?
“It’s hard. It doesn’t bend. It’s a sword that can pierce armor. Well, it would be better for cutting humans if it was a little softer.”
“No way. . .”
“This is what sells. In reality, it’s biased towards sharpness, so if you cut armor, the blade will probably chip.”
“Hey, sell it to me too!!”
Feruppo, aren’t you buying scrolls?
“If it’s a saber, I’ll give you a good one next time. Old man. If it’s okay to ruin one, I’ll show you how it pierces that armor.”
I point to the full plate next to the counter with my thumb.
“Hey, hey, that armor is for sale and it’s imperial army armor.”
“Heh~ that’s amazing.”
I search it, yeah, it’s tin, it’s not even 2mm thick at the thickest part. It’s probably carburized rolled steel plate, processed rolled steel plate that has been carburized.
It seems difficult to cut with a blade after all.
If it’s one or two people, bring it on, but if it’s a melee, some kind of measure is necessary. Let’s think about it.
“So, how much will you buy it for?”
“15 gold coins for one, I can’t give more than that.”
“Well, that’s fine. Sell it as high as you can. If there’s a buyer, I’ll bring more. Buy it at a better price then.”
I received the money.
Hehehe, that’s 60 gold coins.
Of course, I don’t show it on my face.
I put it in my pocket as if it’s a matter of course.
“Hey, Otto, what do you think about this?”
John points to a sword hanging on the wall.
It’s displayed in a red silk frame.
I search it.
It’s no good, the raw material is bad. There’s too much sulfur. There’s too much impurity even though it’s steel.
“It’s garbage. It’ll break after being hit three times.”
“Hey, hey, that’s a harsh thing to say. That’s the work of a certain famous craftsman.”
The old man says, but this shop is no good.
It’s a rip-off.
“The raw material is bad. It might be hard, but it’s brittle, it’s iron without tenacity. There’s no use for such garbage. At best, it’s a decoration.”
“Is that so?”
“I could break it with my bare hands.”
“Oh, Onii-san. Are you knowledgeable about blades?”
A middle-aged lady with glasses speaks to me.
She’s a commoner, but she’s well-dressed, so she must be from a decent family.
“Well, a little, I forge blades.”
I’m not forging them, but I’m making them.
“Oh, that’s reassuring. I’ve been using a knife for many years and it’s become useless, I want a new one but I can’t quite make up my mind.”
“Oh, what kind of knife are you replacing?”
“It was shaped like this. . .”
It has a shape like a gyuto knife.
𝐓𝐋-𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚: 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟’𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞
“I see. If it’s a base metal, this is the best one. It’s forged. This one is also forged and it’s rust-resistant. This one is heavy, so it’s easy to cut with, but it’s also easy to get tired. Let’s stop this one because it’s soft. This one cuts well, but it’s hard to maintain.”
“Oh my, then, I’ll go with this one.”
The lady happily left the store after buying the rust-resistant knife.
“Hey, kid, this isn’t good for business, you know?”
The old man with a disgusted face is resting his elbow on the counter and his fist on his cheek.
“I get it, I’ll buy something.”
I head towards the barrel for the wagon sale.
I pick out ten at random while searching.
“Well, that’s about it.”
It’s one large silver coin.
“As always. Are you going to reforge this again?”
“Well, it can only be used as a base metal.”
“Why don’t you buy a decent base metal?”
“I would if you sold it to me. I can’t imagine a hardware store selling decent base metal to a newcomer. Well, it’s faster to make it from old scrap iron like this.”
“You’re a troublesome guy.”
“Alright. I’m done here, let’s go!!”
“Wait, Otto. What do you think of this?”
This time, Carl is caught up.
It’s a sheath knife hanging on the wall. It seems to be made of deer antler.
I search. I’m not a blade appraiser, but. . .
“The base metal isn’t bad. It’s thick and sturdy because it’s forged. It can be used for both processing game and combat. Well, the only thing left is the grip.”
“Shopkeeper, may I hold it?”
The old man is waving his hand. His attitude suggests he doesn’t care. Well, he’s probably fed up.
“When you grip it, check if the position of your thumb and the index & middle fingers fit well. If your little finger sticks out, it’s no good.”
Carl is holding it and checking the grip.
It doesn’t seem bad.
The price is high, five gold coins.
“Hmm, it’s good, but it’s a bit expensive.”
“Good things are expensive~.”
The old man teases.
Well, actually, it’s made carefully.
If it’s a practical item, that’s what it would be.
If you take good care of it, it can last a lifetime.
“Hmm.”
“Hey, Old man, make it cheaper.”
I twist the old man’s arm because Carl, who is in doubt, doesn’t move.
“Hey, hey, you know!! It’s worth the price.”
“Well, that’s true. This shop has few items worth the price.”
“Ah! What do you want to say, boy!!”
“That most expensive sword over there. . .”
“Ah!! I get it!! Stop!! It’s four gold coins!! Anything less would be a blasphemy to the one who made it!! I won’t lower it any more!!”
“That’s what he said, what will you do, Carl?”
“I’ll buy it.”
“Oh, Old man, good for you, your sales have increased.”
“Ah. You’re a plague when you’re here, it’s not good for business. Are you going to equip it here?”
“Buhha!!”
“Huh? What’s wrong, kid?”
“Otto, is something wrong?”
“No, it’s just a sneeze. . .”
I let my guard down in a place like this. . . Is it really a game after all?
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