Chapter 48: Quest For Dreadiron.
Arroving at the store, Kenji and the rest of the group immediately walked up to the Calgroth, their expressions unpleasant.
For the Calgroth, whose nameplate read "Gorvan," didn’t even flinch as Kenji approached, slamming the broken remnants of the sword onto the counter. "What kind of scam are you running here?" Kenji demanded, his voice laced with anger and annoyance.
Who sells such useless products for such high prices?!
six hundred coins!
He had bought it for six hundred coins and with just one swing of the sword onto a tree, the weapon shattered!
Gorvan raised a stony eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest. His skin, rough and jagged like cooled magma, shimmered faintly in the sunlight. "Scam?" he rumbled, his voice gravelly and unimpressed. "What scam?"
"This sword!" Kenji snapped, pointing at the broken blade. "It shattered on the first swing! You sold me junk!"
Gorvan leaned forward, inspecting the shards with a critical eye. "Well, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to handle a blade. Looks like you swung it wrong."
"Swung it wrong?" Kenji repeated incredulously, his voice rising. "You’re seriously blaming me for your faulty craftsmanship?!"
Haruka growled softly, revealing her human-like teeth that wasn’t so scary. "Master, I think this one’s trying to take you for a fool."
Kenji glared at Gorvan, who remained annoyingly calm. "Look, I don’t care what excuse you give me. You owe me a real weapon. Something that won’t break in my hands. Or at least give me back my money, I’ll be better off going to another blacksmith who isn’t short and can actually make a weapon," Kenji said and immediately regretted his choice of words.