Chapter 6: Perfect Weapon
"So, what should we do to get stronger?" I asked Envi, genuinely curious.
"Maybe go monster hunting right away? Taking down strong monsters should give you tons of EXP (experience points)," Envi suggested.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? If I went against a monster right now without proper preparation, I'd only end up dead!" I snapped at him for suggesting such a reckless idea.
"Hey, I'm thinking as hard as I can, okay? Hmm... How about buying some new equipment? Your armor and sword in the room are completely trashed," Envi pointed out.
"That's actually a good idea this time. Alright, let's head to the famous blacksmith in this kingdom," I agreed, leaving the house and heading straight for the industrial district.
When we arrived, I saw a massive blacksmith shop and eagerly went in to inquire about the cost of a new weapon and armor. But to my dismay, the prices were exorbitant—up to 10 gold coins for each piece of equipment. I suddenly remembered that I was practically broke, with only 5 gold coins in my hand.
This situation was due to me being ostracized after temporarily handing over the family title to Mark. I wasn't receiving a single penny from the Blackmore family anymore. On top of that, rumors had spread throughout the city, labeling me as someone who would be expelled from the family and left destitute. Because of this, most merchants and blacksmiths refused to serve me, despite my noble status.
"Haah... Where am I supposed to find a cheaper blacksmith?" I muttered in frustration after half a day of searching with no results.
Suddenly, Envi shouted, "HEY! You broke noble, look at that small blacksmith shop down the alley. Give it a try." His words, though mocking, carried a hint of hope.
I quickly made my way to the small shop. There, I saw an old dwarf—bald, muscular, and, amusingly, without a beard but with a long brown mustache that reached his chest. I had to stifle a laugh since he didn't look anything like the dwarves I'd imagined.
"Excuse me, could you make me a weapon and armor, sir... pfft," I asked, holding back my laughter.