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Chapter 246
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Chapter 246 – Priorities
“Ugh, it’s been a while, but excuse me, landlady…”
“Good grief! I bet you got drunk with the same crowd as last time, didn’t you?”
What time is it?
When I realized it, I was sleeping in a familiar room. When I crawled down to the first floor, I saw a familiar old lady cleaning the floor.
That’s right—this was the familiar Billy Corn Inn.
As I expected, I was drunk and passed out, and someone must have carried me here.
“The big guy who carried you here yesterday was lamenting that he couldn’t find Loki’s coin bag.”
“Guh.”
R-right…
I put everything away, so I don’t have money hanging around my waist like I used to.
Everyone was probably expecting me to pay, so I wonder if it’s okay…
For now, I’ll pay the landlady for one night and tell her that I’ll be staying another night.
There’s still work to do in Bezart today.
First, I need to apologize…
To clear my head, I poured cold water from the courtyard over my head.
“…Alright, let’s go.”
Muttering to myself, I flew toward Lulub Forest to retrieve what I had buried.
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“Hey, are you there?”
“What’s all the noise? Oh, it’s Loki… Looks like you managed to stay alive.”
“Yes, thanks to you.”
Saying that, I showed him the two swords. He snorted and asked,
“Should I repair them while I’m at it?”
“Please do. How long will it take?”
“Hmm… It doesn’t look like there’s any noticeable damage. I should be able to finish them today if you leave them with me.”
“Then I’ll leave both of them with you.”
“Both? You don’t think this one is useful anymore, do you?”
He was referring to the first-generation short sword with the Maximum Magic Power Increase enchantment.
Considering its grade, that’s certainly true, but I hunt differently from ordinary hunters.
I visit low-level hunting grounds to collect skills, and I still use that sword regularly.
That’s also why the second-generation short sword isn’t worn out.
When I said I used it properly, he probably thought so too when he saw the sword’s condition.
Paisa-san reluctantly accepted the two swords.
“What about the armor?”
Here it comes.
Feeling my stomach tighten, I gently placed the leather armor I had been hiding on the floor onto the counter.
“I’m sorry. I broke your son’s keepsake beyond repair. I’m so sorry.”
“This…”
Paisa-san was speechless, staring intently at the armor.
All I could say was, “I’m really sorry.”
“Are you okay?”
“Eh, well, I’m not exactly okay, but at least I’m alive.”
“Then it’s fine.”
But the Appraisal said it’s beyond repair.
“Then just equip yourself with some new armor.”
“…”
“If you forced yourself to wear something inappropriate for the hunt just because it was a memento and died as a result, who would be happy? My son? Me? Or you?”
“…I don’t think anyone would be happy.”
“Equipment is just stuff. It’s meant to be replaced once it’s done its job. It’s not meant to be displayed on a shelf. That’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“Of course I know that. I understand the logic. That’s why I came to apologize.”
“Ugh… If you’re so concerned about it, just put it on a shelf in your room in its current state. It’ll serve as a reminder to control yourself. There have been people like that in the past.”
“O-oh… That’s a good idea. I’ll definitely do that!”
“So, you’ve got some decent armor now, right?”
When he asked me that, I told him about the fire-resistant armor I made from B-rank materials. I also took the opportunity to ask him something else that was on my mind.
“Paisa-san, is there a limit to the materials you can handle? For example, what kind of ore can you work with?”
Of course, I don’t think he can handle any material.
I’m not making fun of Paisa-san. As long as there’s a skill level for “blacksmithing” in this world, it must have some effect.
“Well, B-rank is about the limit. If it’s Damascus-grade material, I won’t be able to make anything decent. The same goes for A-rank monster materials.”
“So it has to do with the level of the blacksmithing skill?”
“That’s right, but I think your understanding is probably the opposite. I’ve worked with B-rank materials, which is why I have my current Blacksmithing level. If I forcefully raise my skill level through prayer, it will improve somewhat. But even then, without knowledge and experience, I won’t be able to make anything worth selling.”
“Oh, I see…”
“Well, strictly speaking, physical strength and dexterity also come into play, and the difficulty of manufacturing metal and leather is different.”
That’s right.
In job-related skills, skill level doesn’t improve your technique; it just supports it.
I remember reading in a book that experience and knowledge are filtered through skill level, leading to the expansion and improvement of abilities.
“Hmm…”
“What rank are you at?”
“I’m currently B rank.”
“Be honest. Do you think you can aim higher?”
“Well, I think I could probably reach A rank pretty quickly.”
“I see. You were just here recently choosing a short sword for dismantling. You never know what the world has in store for you.”
“…”
“Loki, you should just ask the dwarves to make your equipment.”
“Are you talking about Freyville?”
“You know it well. I hear they’re incredibly strong and many of them are born with a talent for blacksmithing. They’re not suited for hunting because they’re short, but they’re perfect for making equipment.”
Despite his serious advice, that wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
I felt suddenly abandoned, and the words just came out.
“If possible, I’d like Paisa-san to make it for me.”
“With your strength, it would be too much for me. It’s time for you to graduate.”
“But if Paisa-san practices, I’m sure you’ll be able to… I’ll bring you all the materials you need! Then you’ll be able to make A-rank and S-rank equipment in no—”
“Hey, don’t get the wrong idea.”
“Huh?”
My words were cut off abruptly, and I fell completely silent.
He wasn’t angry. But I sensed an unyielding determination in his voice and eyes, and I had no choice but to wait for Paisa-san to continue.
“You know that everyone has different goals in life, right?”
“O-of course I do.”
“There are people like you who always strive to be the best. I’m sure there are many craftsmen like that. But not everyone is like that. There are many people in this world who have other priorities.”
“…”
Ah, I see.
It’s the same in games and in real life…
Everyone has their own priorities.
I take for granted that I will strive for perfection, but plenty of people don’t, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.
So, Paisa-san…
Just as I was thinking that!
…Ah.
Looking into his eyes, I felt like I understood a little, even if not everything.
As I left the store, I looked up at the sky and felt a little lost. However, that didn’t mean I had given up hope for future equipment.
Grom-san had already told me about a good store, so I could think about equipment later after arriving in Freyville.
“All right, next I’ll head to Kari’s to stock up on food, just in case, and maybe buy extra magic potions from May-chan’s place. Once that’s all done, I’ll go to the church and finally to Zeo-san and Carla.”
Starting tomorrow, I might be living the life of a hermit again.
I muttered to myself, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything as I went through my to-do list one by one.
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