𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟐: 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡-𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩

“Ah, Feruppo. Training is necessary for any magic. You must train to be able to use it at any time and choose the magic that suits the situation.”

“I got it, Otto. I’ll do something about it.”

“Good grief. Do you really understand? My little brother.”

Marco is exasperated.

“Feruppo, how many birds are on the roof of that spire?”

He points and shows. It’s about 600M away.

“Ah, I can see. One, two. . . Ah, they flew away.”

“Basically, it’s magic to see from that distance. How far is it from here to the spire?”

“Eh? I don’t know?”

“You need training to understand that.”

The milk-type brothers are whispering.

“Can you see from that distance, .””I certainly want one.”

Well, scouts tend to die easily.

I don’t want it for myself. 

🩴

Well, we discussed the next shop to go to until Feruppo’s magic ran out, and decided to go to the nearest weapon shop for nobles.

So we came to the front of the shop.

I see, it’s a military supplier, there are quite a few old men.

Well, the only ones who come shopping here are knights or nobles who have retired from the military. (Soldiers’ weapons are supplied by the kingdom)

The shop’s appearance is more sturdy than luxurious.

You can hear the sound of iron being struck from the back.

It seems to have a repair workshop.

“Alright! Let’s go!!”

John takes the lead and charges into the shop.

John and Carl are quite fired up.

Marco seems to be excited too.

Robin is nervous. Well, he was like that at the previous scroll shop too.

Even though he’s a high-ranking commoner, he’s probably uncomfortable in places with a lot of nobles.

🩴

When you enter the shop, it’s bright and spacious.

It’s probably because the ceiling is high.

They seem to sell armor and shields, but they don’t seem to be very interested in selling them.

It seems to be more for display.

Well, it’s a supporting role for the product (swords).

The eyes of the shop staff and customers are gathered.

Well, it’s natural when a group of children enters a group of old men.

John, Carl, and Marco are captivated by the large sword in the center, their eyes sparkling. 

I try to search, but.

It’s an old sword, the base metal is good, but there are many carbon spots. There are cases where the depth of carbon is changed by technique, but this is a variation in the manufacturing process.

The shape is close to a two-handed sword estoc. The blade is decorated with gold ornaments.

Well, it’s a bad taste decoration.

Feruppo is standing in front of a practical sword (with decoration) that a knight captain would carry, his mouth open in astonishment.

Alex doesn’t seem to want to carry anything heavy.

He’s captivated by the slender rapier with a red handle on the opposite wall.

Well, it might look cool with a red glossy paint and gold fittings.

But it’s so thin that it breaks easily, and the blade wears out quickly.

It’s almost disposable.

🩴

What? They’re like children on a field trip.

Anyway, I’m going to search like crazy.

I don’t know how good the technology level of this world is.

There might be better things than that world because there is magic.

🔹𝔸𝕨𝕖b𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤.𝕔𝕠𝕞 ― 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟s𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 “𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒d𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤🔹

As expected, there are many good things for military personnel if the price goes up.

Even if it’s cheap, there are things that can be used roughly for a specific purpose and lifespan. It’s like disposable.

They even sell darts (throwing arrows) and throwing knives. (Including practice ones.)

The sword care kit is cheap. . .

They have a full set of whetstones. 

I’ll buy it later.

“Are you looking for something?”

An older shopkeeper spoke to me.

He’s sunburned, has small burn scars on his face, and has rough hands.

He’s probably a blacksmith. And he seems to be confident in his skills.

“Ah, just a window shopper. It’s a social study for the future squad leader.”

I point to the Misoccus members with my thumb.

“Ah, please take your time. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.”

What should I do? Should I ask technical questions directly?

I hear craftsmen don’t like that kind of talk, but is it the same in this world?

“Ah, blacksmith, I have a question. Where is the best base metal for the best sword in this world?”

“Well, it is said that the best sword is made from the sand iron obtained from the Alycon River in the west. The steel produced in the northern factory of the empire, which is produced in the northern territory of the empire, is also said to be the best.”

“Are there no swords other than iron or steel?”

“Ah, there are swords like agate swords and jet-black swords, but they have their pros and cons, so they are not used much.”

Agate swords and jet-black swords appeared in the game.

“What kind of things are they?”

“It’s not here, it’s a magic sword, so I think it’s sold in a magician’s shop. It’s a stone sword cut from a natural stone, and it seems to easily shatter if you don’t use magic.”

I see, a sword strengthened by magic. . .

The game didn’t mention such details.

“What kind of thing is the steel from the northern imperial factory?”

“This knife is it, the blade is slightly yellowish. It’s an imperial knife.”

The blacksmith takes out a knife in a box from the counter.

Of course, I search.

Yes, it’s steel, but it contains sulfur. Probably it’s coke with incomplete desulfurization, or it’s refined with coal that contains little sulfur.

“I see. . . Do you have anything made from the sand iron of the Alycon River?”

“I’m sorry, we don’t have it in stock.”

“I see. . .”

Well, if it’s sand iron, you can make pure iron, and the rest depends on the amount of charcoal.

“Do you have a sword made by combining two kinds of iron?”

“Oh, we used to have them, but there were many that cracked or broke, so we don’t have any now.”

I see, it didn’t develop into a folding method like a Japanese sword.

Certainly, if the opponent is wearing steel armor, a Japanese sword is at a disadvantage.

It’s over after cutting three people.

“Hey! Otto, how about this sword?”

John taps my shoulder.

He seems quite excited.

“Which one?”

“This one, this one!!”

Okay, okay, let me search.

“It’s a good sword, but the one on your waist is better. It’s good as a spare, isn’t it?”

“Hey, don’t compare it with this one.”

I sigh at the excited John and warn him.

“John, the sword on your waist may look bad, but it’s decent. Get a skill that matches it before you replace it.”

“Hey, Otto.”

“Yeah, John, with your sword, you can afford the sword hanging on that wall.”

I point to the sword with a tag of 300 gold coins hanging on the wall.

“Excuse me, may I?”

“”What is it?””

The blacksmith calls out to us.

“May I take a look at that sword?”

“This one of mine?”

“John, show him.”

“Oh, this is a sword made from the sand iron of the Alycon River. It used to be abundant, but now there are few of good quality.”

“I see, John, it’s a sword for life. Use it carefully.”

I see, refining from sand iron can produce high-purity iron.

“No, no, this is a gift from the old man.”

“That’s how it is. John, get used to using that sword. Don’t be tempted by other swords until then.”

John withdraws dejectedly.

I watch his back and talk to the blacksmith.

“Oh, sorry, I learned a lot. Give me that whetstone and maintenance kit. Is the oil in this kit vegetable oil?”

“Yes, thank you. You seem to have a discerning eye. The oil is olive.”

“Oh, I just nibbled a little. There’s still a lot I don’t know. Olive, then I can use it for my hunting knife.”

“Yes. Of course.”

I pay the money.

I gather the Misoccus and leave the shop.

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