I Was Accepted
The next morning.
Now that I was free from the eyes of the assassins, I returned to Gaiger’s monster armor shop.
If I were going to have something good made, it seemed like this was the place to do it.
But first, I would see if there wasn’t anything already made.
Slimes aside, there were lots of wolf-type monsters, so perhaps there would be something here that was a finished product.
If I didn’t have to make a special order, well, all the better.
And so I looked at the various products in the store…
“Are you a customer?”
Came the blunt question from behind me.
It seemed like the person was a clerk.
“Yeah. I’m looking for armor for some slimes and a Proud Wolf.”
“Slimes? …What’s your rank?”
Though I had done a lot of quests, I was still F-Rank.
There were conditions other than doing difficult quests, and I hadn’t fulfilled them. So that’s why I hadn’t gone up in rank.
Still, the last guild I had been to had told me that at this rate, I would reach D faster than anyone else in history.
The clerk heard my answer and…
“You should leave now. This place doesn’t sell armor that an F-Ranker would be able to buy.”
“…I have a decent amount of money. And it’s something that would affect my survival, so I want armor that is good.”
“Sorry, but you need to beat it. I would feel bad for the armor if it was used by a mere F-Ranker.”
He did not give an inch.
I stood there and wondered what to do—when suddenly, an angry voice shouted out from the back of the store.
“Hey! What are you doing!”
“…This poor guy thinks he can come in here and buy your armor. So I’m driving him out.”
“It’s true that only those with my approval can use my armor–but that’s for me to decide! Why are you trying to make decisions!”
Apparently, the person who was shouting was the owner. Master Gaiger.
He was still far away, and yet my eardrums hurt.
His voice was very powerful.
“But this guy is an F-Ranker! He’s not worth looking at, father.”
“That’s not very promising. But, it’s still my decision. …I’m going out!”
And then a storm of loud footsteps followed.
The face that then poked itself out—was of a bearded man.
“…Are you the F-Ranker who’s trying to buy monster armor?”
“Yeah. For this Proud Wolf and my slimes.”
I said as I pointed at the Proud Wolf.
The master looked at him and then started shouting at the clerk.
“You! You bloody idiot!”
“Hey, stop kicking me.”
“You should know better! Why the hell were you trying to get rid of this guy! He’s the strongest person to ever come to my store! Just look at this Proud Wolf! It’s so strong!”
…Did he get all that from a glance?
Perhaps working as a craftsman for so long gave you the ability to see such things.
Well, surely he’s exaggerating about the part where he said I was the strongest Adventurer to ever visit.
And the Proud Wolf wasn’t that strong either.