"Uh... where’s Kase? And why’d an Elf show up today? A Half-Elf, is it?" Donkexes said, sizing up Ale who had tagged along.
"Never mind that. I brought so materials. Take a look and see what you can use," Colin said. He pulled the collected Bear Claws, Bear Fangs, Bear Leg Hide, and four Wolf Hides from his Dinsion Bag and placed them on the table. Finally, he took out the Fishman Blood he had gathered earlier.
The hides had all been treated with Antiseptic oil, so they were still in roughly the sa condition as when they were first skinned.
Donkexes opened a few of the ceramic jars and sniffed. "Sahuagin blood. This is decent."
Then he looked at the other items. "There isn’t much profit for us in processing these. I suggest you take them to the tanners to sell. The price of Northern Furs has gone up quite a bit in Thousand Masts City recently."
"What are you guys working on over there? Find anything good?" Colin asked, jerking his chin toward Dorn.
"While you were out running around, our fighters were out gathering materials too. That ca from a Dungeon," Donkexes said.
As the two were talking, the black-haired Dwarf Colin had seen a few tis before erged.
He wore a suit of half-plate armor and gripped a short, thick hand cannon. A very strange-looking dog was perched on his left shoulder.
The Hand Cannon’s barrel was as thick as a man’s wrist. It was inlaid with faintly glowing Gems, and you could clearly see intricate gearwork beneath them.
’Is that a so-called Magic Cannon? So this black-haired Dwarf must be a chanician.’
Colin thought to himself. He seed to recall reading that so chanicians did indeed craft such weapons for combat, though he had no idea how powerful they were.
It was also worth noting that all the world’s chanical technology originated from the Ancient Empire of Ora Kaim.
Donkexes spoke up. "A Hellhound?"
"Found it in an Underground City. How much can I get for it after it’s processed?"
"A few dozen Gold Coins at most. It’s not worth much," Donkexes said.
"Well, that’s bad news," the black-haired Dwarf said, but there wasn’t a hint of disappointnt in his voice. He sounded as if he were just making small talk about the weather.
He turned his head. "You’re Colin, right?"
Not knowing what to say, Colin simply nodded.
"I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself last ti. I’m Durkin-Shadow Anvil," the Dwarf said. "I heard from Donkexes that you want one of our people to join your party?"
"Is that an option now?"
"We can’t spare anyone at the mont. Perhaps there will be an opportunity in the future."
’Then what’s the point of bringing it up now?’ Colin thought.
"However, I’m grateful for your contribution to our cause. You’ll have a share in our accomplishnts."
Durkin held out his hand. Understanding the gesture, Colin raised his own to shake it.
The Dwarf’s hand was covered in thick, hard calluses. Shaking it felt like shoving one’s hand into a narrow rock crevice.
After letting go, Colin said, "I have a broken piece of Magic Equipnt. Can you guys fix it for ?"
"What kind?" Donkexes asked.
Colin took out the Magic Breastplate and placed it on the counter.
The other Dwarves heard this and gathered around, their small eyes fixed intently on the Chest Armor on the counter.
At first, the group chatted in the Common Language about how to repair it. Before long, they switched to speaking in Dwarven.
The conversation slowly turned into a debate, and soon they were speaking so fast that Colin wondered if he’d been hit by so kind of ti-acceleration Magic.
Seeing the Dwarves like this, he had a feeling this was going to cost him.
"Colin? Are you still there, Colin?" Donkexes asked, his eyes still glued to the Armor on the table.
"I’m here."
"We can’t figure out the principles of the Array inside this Armor. It’s going to take a lot of ti, and we’ll probably need to use so materials."
’This was the most troubleso kind of situation,’ Colin thought with a sigh. "How much will it cost?" he asked.
"How about this," Donkexes said. "Didn’t we give you a suit of Plate Armor last ti? Give that to us, and we’ll fix this Magic Item for you. Then, depending on how it goes, we can refund you so money. What do you say?"
’So they’d be using the Plate Armor to cover the cost of materials.’
Colin took a careful look at the item’s Panel.
He asked, "The problem is, I don’t know what the item’s actual Magic Effect is yet. It’ll be a waste if it’s not suitable for ."
"We understand that," Donkexes said. "Tell you what. If you don’t need the Magic Effect on the armor, it becos ours. You can keep wearing that Plate Armor, and we’ll give you gold as compensation."
Colin asked, "Is it possible this is a Cursed Item?"
"No way. If that happens, we’ll take care of it," Langgrin declared, puffing out his chest.
Cursed Items were indeed a real thing in this world.
According to legend, if soone carried a cursed piece of Magic Equipnt for too long, they would beco unwilling to part with it. The Curse on the item would also inflict certain negative effects.
These could include making the user fall ill, go blind, or beco deaf. Of course, there were also stranger effects, like turning the user into a talking yellow duck—at least, Colin had read about such cases.
"There’s also Kase’s axe. He thinks it’s too heavy and wants it modified a bit." After speaking, Colin opened his Dinsion Bag and called over a few Dwarves to help him haul out the Big Axe.
"This is a Frost Giant’s Axe," Langgrin said, glancing back at Colin. "You can take down one of those things?"
"It was just a reanimated Skeleton."
"That’s still no simple feat," Langgrin exclaid. "As for this Axe, I’ll see about cutting so grooves in it and adding counterweights to the handle."
"And finally, my Hand Half Sword."
Colin drew his sword. "This thing was acting strange when I fought the Frost Giant. I felt the hilt vibrating. Could it be a piece of Magic Equipnt?"
’Although the Panel says it isn’t,’ Colin added silently.
Hearing this, several Dwarves imdiately crowded around.
"There’s no Magic Spirit on it..." Donkexes trailed off, seemingly recalling his previous misjudgnt of the sword, Silent. He cleared his throat twice. "Just leave it with us for now."
"Oh, right. I also have a Magic Scroll. Can you take a look and tell what’s written on it?" Colin asked, pulling out the Object Positioning Skill scroll.
Donkexes took the Scroll. "Sure. Co back for this in a few days as well."
Colin nodded. "I’ll be going, then."
"Just leave it here. I’ll let Kase and the others know when it’s ready. They’ll probably be coming over to train later anyway, right?"
"They will."
With that, Colin shouldered his backpack and led Ale out of the sewers.
Everything went smoothly after that.
Worried that the tanners outside the city wouldn’t be able to afford the price, Colin went to the Tanner’s Guild within the city walls to sell the Sable Fur, Bear Leg Hide, and the four Wolf Hides. The remaining Bear Fangs and Bear Claws were sold to the Sculptor’s Guild.
In the end, all the items sold for a little over two hundred and ten Gold Coins.
The three Sable Furs were the most expensive, each worth around sixty Gold Coins.
The guild also paid directly with Gold, but this ti they did so by cutting off two-fifths of a standard-sized gold bar and then breaking that portion into smaller pieces to make paynt.
After everything was taken care of, Colin took Ale to a safe place to settle their accounts, handing her the Gold and loose coins.
All told, each mber of the party should receive a share worth over two hundred Gold Coins.
"Speaking of which, aren’t you going to sell your Sable Fur?" Colin asked.
"It wouldn’t sell for many Gold Coins anyway. I’d rather keep it as a nto," Ale said, taking out two Copper Coins and handing them to him. "Here, let pay you back, Mr. Colin."
’What does she an, "wouldn’t sell for many Gold Coins"?’ he thought. ’Who was it that couldn’t even afford a at roll this morning and had to borrow two Copper Coins from ? This Half-Elf is like so fallen noble.’
Despite his internal complaints, Colin reached out and took the Copper Coins from her.
"So, what are we doing together next?"
Ale asked, as if it were the most natural question in the world.
(Image reference: A muscle cuirass. Because the one the protagonist acquired has an Enchantnt, it looks brand new and is golden in color.)
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