(Next stop, the Blacksmiths' District.) Luck said internally as he exited the bank. He was going to travel the Southern Continent, and he would naturally meet monsters who would love to take a piece of them.
A Common dagger and shepherd's staff weren't going to cut it.
Walking past the streets, he silently checked on his beast companion. Kira still seemed to be in hibernation.
"Looks like this might take more time than I hoped." Luck muttered under his breath. Although he didn't look like it, Luck desperately missed Kira. She was family to him, and both of them were never apart for this long.
Luck let out a sigh as he turned a corner. He would just have to manage without her for now, making himself feel better by saying she would come back stronger than she was previously.
He soon came to a street where the atmosphere around it was decisively higher than the rest of the surroundings. Luck could even faintly see the waves of heat that came off every building residing on the street.
He had arrived at the Blacksmith district.
Wandering through the street, Luck could hear the sounds of hammers and metals, adding to the already unconducive environment.
Luck didn't seem to mind, though, as his eyes darted around.
Just like his father, he was a miser by belief, so right now he was looking for the most unassuming shop with the simple thought that the most modest shop was the one that would charge the lowest prices.
(That one fits the bill.) Luck thought as he stared at the shop that seemed to use the other buildings to hide its presence.
Unlike the others, whose futuristic designs mostly consisted of bright orange to red lines of spirals spaced evenly around them, this one, wedged between two larger and more impressive ones, was painted black with cobalt-blue stripes.
He immediately walked to the entrance as the door automatically slid open, allowing the necromancer to step in.
*Clang**Clang**Clang*...
He was greeted by the sounds of hammer strikes that travelled through the shop, even though the source of the noise wasn't even in the same room as him.
His eyes scanned through the equipment that was currently hung across the room.
All the equipment looked new and shiny, making Luck wonder if the blacksmith had regular customers.
From what he saw on the price tags that hovered above each set of equipment, the prices ranged from Bronze and above.
(They must be at most Rare grade.) Luck thought as he cast Appraise while looking at a purple colored armor set
*Ding*
Name: Unnamed Durability:(0/10)
Item: Armor set
Rank: Common
Luck almost spat out blood as he read the armor's stat. He read it again to make sure that he wasn't mistaken.
Unfortunately, he'd read it as clear as day, causing him to not know whether to laugh or cry.
He had almost been scammed when he had come to the market to... well, scam!
(Maybe it's an error) Luck thought as he began to appraise each one of the sets he could.
Everyone was the same. Even the ones that were priced at silver coins had no difference in stats, making the necromancer seriously consider ending whichever blacksmith was currently working in the back.
(This level of shamelessness can't go scot-free.)
"If you're not going to buy anything, then I suggest you leave."
A gruff voice barged into his thoughts, making him look up. A short man with spiky red hair and beard entered his vision. His slightly pointed ears and stocky build affirmed his status as part of the Dwarven race as he walked towards Luck.
"Sir," Luck started with a tight voice as he tried his utmost best to restrain himself from pouncing on him. "Why are your gears so unnecessarily expensive? None of them goes past the Common rank."
The old man's eyes flashed with a light as he smiled amiably, "Why yes. I admit they don't go past the Common rank, but their defense and durability are top-notch. I assure you that you cannot find a better Common rank set like these.
Luck almost spat on the blacksmith (You're a disgrace to all honest working men out there.)
Luck placed his derision to the side as he calmly shook his head. "I'll have to disagree with you, sir. These equipment can't even sustain a person through a regular duel before they shatter like glass."
The blacksmith went silent, making Luck internally sneer at the man. (Got you, ya bastard.)
Contrary to his thoughts, the blacksmith suddenly grinned as he walked towards Luck, causing the young necromancer to discreetly ready himself for battle.
"So the day finally came." The blacksmith spoke with a wide grin as he patted Luck's back, much to the latter's surprise, making him almost fire the spell he had readied in the air.
The dwarf chuckled, " Relax, boy. I ain't gonna hurt ya. And can you cancel that spell of yours? I'd rather not have to deal with that."
Luck's surprise shot up for the third time in a row. His manipulation of mana was supposed to be invisible to the naked eye.
(This person's perception is higher than mine." Luck thought, making him even more wary.
The dwarven blacksmith sighed. It seemed he really couldn't convince this boy that he didn't want to hurt him.
"Anyways, back to the topic. I'm surprised you can sense the quality of these gears. The majority of the people who visit here believe that as long as it's expensive and shiny, it is of good quality. Then again, I should have known I would have expected more from the chief's son."
Luck shrugged. Everybody in the village would know him and his brother. They were the equivalent of local celebrities.
The blacksmith sighed again as he shook his head. "Since I almost ya, I guess I should compensate ya, and no, you can't reject it."
Luck shrugged in response, making the blacksmith realize that the boy never had any intention of rejecting in the first place.
(Who in their right mind would reject gifts?) Luck said internally as he watched the dwarf sigh again. "By the way, since you know my name, it's only right that I know yours, right?"
The dwarf was silent for a second before he chuckled once more. "I almost forgot about that. The name's Gard Hellion."