When he came out from behind the counter, Art realized that the 'big man' in front of him was just a short man standing on a stool...
"Nearly half of the town knows that you are working for the Baron. Recently, many idle guys came to my place and bought some tools, saying they wanted to hack you to death. So now it seems that they are the ones who died?
"The dwarf boss also kept silent. These things that should have been explained in private were shouted out in a big way.
That's right, he shouted it out. I don't know if this guy did it on purpose or if it was something unique to dwarves. Anyway, he just shouted it out and it made Art's eardrums hurt.
"Probably." Ravens looked a little uncomfortable being yelled at. He responded casually and then threw a large bag of weapons behind him on the boss's desk.
"Look, how do you collect these things?" Ravens said.
"Wow, all my little babies are back." Before the wrapping cloth could be opened, the dwarf boss knew what was inside.
"Some things may be more damaged. You know, I usually like to destroy the weapons first." Ravens found a seat and sat down, watching the dwarf in front of him examine the package.
"Well, it's true that most of them are seriously damaged." The dwarf touched his forehead, and his brown beard swayed with his bucket-shaped body.
"Five silver coins, I took them all." But before the dwarf said this number, the five shining silver coins had been thrown out, leaving no room for bargaining.
"Okay, okay, if you say five, it's five. I have nothing to say." Ravens shook the coins in his hand and put them in his pocket.
"Okay, do you have anything else to do?" At this time, the short dwarf finally noticed that there was a human child standing next to him, looking at him with a radiant face.
"I want to buy something!" Art looked at the dwarf in front of him with bright eyes.
"What's wrong? Haven't you seen the dwarf?" The dwarf spread his hands, showed his expression in front of Art, and then returned to his stool behind the counter.
I really haven’t seen it. And speaking of it, when Art was on earth, the fantasy creatures he most admired were dwarves. Their bold and straightforward personalities were the type that Art was most willing to get along with. Perhaps it was the influence of certain works.
, Art believes that almost all dwarves are like this, so that the natural friendliness towards the dwarf race is above friendliness but not enough to be admired.
"Tell me, what do you want to buy? Oh, by the way, how does the blue iron dagger I gave you last time feel?" The dwarf blacksmith just said something to Art, and then changed the topic to Ravens.
"Well, it's pretty handy, but you know, I'm a witcher and I prefer to use a long sword..."
"So that thing is at his place now." Ravens pointed to Art lying on the counter beside him.
"...I thought you two were not in the same group." The dwarf's face tightened, and his eyes kept drifting back and forth between Art and Ravens.
"Stop talking about this, I want to buy a hammer, anvil and... cast iron that is suitable for me!"
"What?! Why did you buy these things?" Ravens exclaimed.
"Oh, but there is no hammer suitable for you." The dwarf was not surprised at all and agreed very calmly.
"There's no hammer suitable for me?" Art frowned and asked, "But I can't lift the big hammer!"
"These hammers are originally prepared for those who can pick them up." The dwarf ignored Ravens and continued to chat with Art: "We dwarf children can pick up the hammer with the ability of normal human adults.
A hammer that can be picked up."
"But I'm just an ordinary person."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I thought you were a skinny dwarf child." The dwarf blacksmith accidentally made an unfriendly little joke, then snorted coldly and said, "I didn't expect you humans to be so self-conscious.
The concept of "measure one's ability" has been around since I was young. Whether it's a doll or a casting, it's all a sign of arrogance. Wait for a few minutes and I'll look for it."
Dwarves...are they all tsundere...
"Hey, Art, why did you buy these things?" Ravens looked extremely confused at this moment, but suddenly realized: "Could it be...are you really a subspecies of dwarf or something?! No wonder you——"
"screw you."
Art unpreparedly punched Ravens in the vital part with all his strength. The latter's face turned pale, he covered his crotch in pain and stepped back, returning to his seat.
About three minutes later, the dwarf blacksmith came down from the attic, and then he held a bunch of very powerful-looking things in his big hands.
"Here, come, take a look." The dwarf put a lot of things on the counter and said, "This hammer weighs fifteen kilograms and is the lightest hammer in my shop."
The first is a hammer. The head of this hammer is pointed on one side and flat on the other. In the middle is a piece of wood that looks quite metallic.
"This is an anvil, a small piece, but it is definitely quite heavy. If it were this piece, it would weigh thirty kilograms. By the way, this is one of the most popular anvils for our dwarf children.
one."
This anvil is very small, almost the size of... well, about the same size as a keyboard on Earth, but the surface is very flat, and there is a part at the bottom that looks retractable. Although it doesn't grow much, it is very suitable for Art.
A person of this height.
"Then this, the highlight." The dwarf boss picked up one of the things that looked very much like a heat-proof glove, but this thing had six openings on it, one for each of the finger stems of the five fingers, and then one in the center of the back of the hand...
Yes, I have a bad premonition.
Immediately afterwards, the dwarf blacksmith casually took out a handful of magic stones from a bag and placed them in the opening one after another.
When all five gaps were filled with precious...magic stones, the entire glove began to glow with faint lines and light.
"Okay, it seems to be useful. You can try it on." After saying that, he handed this pair of magical-looking gloves to Art.
"Here, how do I use this?" Art took the glove and considered it carefully. This pair of gloves was a little big, and the span between the five fingers was a little exaggerated, but after a little struggle, it could still be worn.
"Try this hammer now." The dwarf blacksmith easily picked up the hammer with one hand and handed it to Art.
Although the dwarf blacksmith looked very relaxed, Art had tried to pick it up before and was unable to pick it up at all.
But after putting on this glove, it feels a little different...