“Ah, you’re the new hero!” The shopkeeper exclaid. “I’m so glad to et you.”
“Ah, this… maybe not for long, but since I’m going to the dungeon tomorrow, I figured I needed to be prepared.”
Naturally, I had agreed to their conditions. At the mont, Chalm was all I had. It was only appropriate that I used my abilities to help Chalm if I could. It was a little scary, but I’d be protected by a bunch of strong n, and I was a bit curious to see this dungeon that people were talking about.
“Oh, don’t say that… I heard about that noble. Arrogant people like him never get their way.”
“Perhaps… either way, can you recomnd so supplies?”
“Ah, yes, the guild leader already sent a ssage. Since he is forcing you on this trip, he said he’d pay for your supplies. I’ve already put together a pack full of all the required stuff.”
The girl pointed to a giant backpack full of supplies. It contained food and water for a few days, a bedroll, grooming supplies, a small tent, and various odds and ends like lighting and ropes. The backpack was of the size I was. Just picking it up caused my knees to groan. I suddenly found myself envying the noble and his packrat slave. I could really use soone to carry supplies for .
“You may want to check the seamstress next store. Although enchanted clothing is less safe than armor, given your… type… it’s probably best if you used robes.” The shopkeeper gave a thumbs-up as she watched struggle to lift the backpack.
“My type?”
“A mage!” She responded.
“I see…” I stumbled out of her store with the backpack weighing down and worked my way over to the store with a needle and thread on the sign that should be the seamstress.
I couldn’t read, but this wasn’t that uncommon in this world, so no one found it odd. Since it wasn’t unusual, it also ant most stores had a sign that universally represented them. Blacksmiths had an anvil and a hamr, General stores had a barrel, and the enchanter was a book.
Stumbling in, I dropped the backpack at the entrance. The shop was small and tidy. Glancing around, I could tell there was very little for sale. This looked like a shop that typically made things on demand. The woman behind the counter was middle-aged, short, busty, with a pair of specs. When she looked up from her book at , she nodded.
“Oh, yes, you’re the one I’ve wanted to see.”
“R-really?”
“I noticed your clothes when you ca into town. I’ve never seen a cut like them. That stitch is so perfect I can barely believe it.”
It was just a t-shirt and so jeans, nothing to get too excited about.
“Haha… well, I’m glad you like them.”
“Can I buy them?”
“Huh?”
“Your clothing! I want to buy it! I’d like to examine this cloth and see where it cos from. It looks quite wealthy.”
Now that I recalled, the noble had been angry at , but he hadn’t looked down on like the others. Perhaps it was because of these clothes that he mistook for soone else rich.
“I don’t have anything else to wear,” I explained. “In fact, I ca here, hoping to buy more clothing for my journey to the dungeon.”
“That’s right… I seem to recall sothing like that.” The girl tapped her glasses. “That’s right! You’re the new hero, yes?”
“Ah… that’s right.”
The girl nodded, “Then I’ll tell you what. I will give you three full sets of clothing. I’ll include a set with armor enchantnts and even a robe with so mana increasing properties. I hear you’re so sort of mage, so for you, that would be the best.”
“Very well… but can I have them done before tomorrow morning?”
“That’s true… so little ti, but I’ll definitely do it. Now give those clothes!”
I ended up walking out of the shop, feeling like I was mugged. I was wearing a large tunic and pants of the very plain variety. She assured the stuff she’ll make will be of much higher quality, but I could keep this set on the house. Well, at least they were fresh clothing.
Shortly after making the sale, text appeared in my vision.
{You have sold sothing! You have unlocked the job: rchant.}
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