16 Chapter 16 (2/2)

Leaning closer on one such item, an axe, Wilfred read the description.

[Magic Weapon]

Desolation Cleaver

ATK: 88

DEF: 24

DUR: 42

Effect: Ignores DEF from enemy armor and weapons, cannot be blocked.

”You have a fine eye I see. This is one of our best pieces, crafted by the esteemed smith Forous Duskdelver. Except for a select few humans, magical weapon creation is largely a dwarven trade secret. This would make a fine gift for your father, I'll bring my price down 8% because you seem like a nice young lad and I'll make it 12 gold pieces.”

Wilfred's eyes bulged. 12 Gold pieces!? I mean, it looks nice I suppose. The hilt is studded with gems and the blade looks particularly sharp but I've made weapons stronger than this already!

Not wanting to disappoint the old shopkeeper, Wilfred tried to find an excuse.

”...Hmmm. It looks very nice but it's a bit bulky. I think father would have trouble swinging it around. So I take it you don't make most of these yourself? You only sell them?”

”Ah, I see. We do have swords, a bit less high quality of course. Indeed, at my age smithing is too much. I've made a good fortune in my life doing it and now I proudly sell other's work. ”

A greedy thought entered Wilfred's mind. He could make hundreds, nay, thousands of gold pieces by selling his weapons. It would be so easy too. But thinking back on the promise he made Primus made him stall. There was another factor as well; how would these weapons be used and by whom? The enticing allure of wealth dangled right in front of him, Wilfred shuffled it deep down within him. It was hard, painful even. He could have had a life of luxury, all his whims fulfilled and not a care in the world. Was this why he was here though? For the easy way out? What would G.o.d think?

He couldn't believe he found himself thinking that way. Wilfred was not a very religious man, not after the scandals that often plagued the religions on earth. But, he had to admit, G.o.d did exist. At least, that was the only thing that made sense regarding his reincarnation here. After all, he couldn't become the very thing he hated back on earth.

He waved goodbye to the shopkeeper who was falling asleep once more and exited the shop. At least he had learnt something from this, a better estimated value for the weapons he could create.

After another hour of walking and checking out shops, Wilfred came to the conclusion that there was no such thing as banks in this world. There must be some kind of mint where all these coins are made, he thought. Ideally, he would have liked to keep his money in a safe place and get some smaller denomination coins for everyday purchases. A local inn or a butcher would not be able to give change on a gold coin.

Exasperated, Wilfred looked around and one of the buildings caught his eye. It was rather tall and seemed to have been built rather recently compared to some of the much older ones in this district. Getting closer, Wilfred managed to make out the small sign hanging in front of the door 'Adventurer's Guild'.

Curious, he stepped inside.

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