43 Finding Treasure in a Dump! Pt. 3 (1/2)

Each of the cases in front of us gives off a distinct feeling like they each have a will of their own. The six's boxes are all different colors from one another.

”Here ya go lil lass,” he quickly begins to take the top off of each of the box, and slip it underneath of the box. And soon six different items are revealed to us.

The first box was the color of lilacs, and inside of it rest six fans. Each of the fans is delicate and beautifully crafted, with a different design on each of them. The structure of the fans are pearly white and look like they'd been polished to glow brightly.

The leaves of the fans are glittering and look sharp as a knife.

Looking closer, there is the image of a woman on one of the fans, while the other parts of the fan seem to depict the different emotions of the woman. Happiness, sadness, angriness, enviousness, and then finally ambivalence.

It was as if each fan was showing a different side to the woman that was on the first fan. On the first fan, her face is completely obscured from view.

”These are beautiful,” I say looking up at the dwarf.

”These hands are able to do a lot lass,” he scoffs at me.

”These are the Six fans of a courtesan,” he tells me removing one of the fans from its position within the box. With a quick flick of his wrist, he closes the fan and then with another he opens them and the picture of the woman with an envious expression appears as if it's alive.

Her emotionless eyes twist with jealously as they look at me, and she painted red mouth seems to open wider as if she wants to consume me. But just as quickly as the scene played out it vanished and he closes the fan.

”May I?” I asked holding out my hand.

He hands it to me without any fuss.

Once the fan touches my hand, I felt my wrist sag a little, it was heavier than I expected it to be. Strengthing my wrist, I draw the fan closer to my face and inspect it. Fanning, it's leaves I look closer at the design on the fan.

Without fail information appears in front of my face

「One of six's fans crafted by the blacksmith Hargin. Designed after a courtesan that had many faces, yet in the end, lost her face. Crafted out of the flesh of a mirror snake, the design can move and mimic the emotion, through the usage of its wielder mana. The body of the fan was crafted from the bones of a snowhite tiger bear!」

「A hidden effect exists! Appraisal to low to determine hidden effect!」

”Tsk,” I click my tongue and hand the fan back to the dwarf, how's name is Hargin it seems.

”Not up to snuff lil lass?” He asks with a chuckle as he places it back into the box.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Silvyr looking at the fans with a warm expression. Was he interested in those fans?

Well, he can do what he wants with them, I don't believe those are suited for me.

”Not quite,” I mutter and turn my attention to the next box.

Within the next box a curious item rest, this wasn't an obvious weapon, and I didn't know if it was a weapon at all, to be frank.

It was a woman or well the sculpture of a woman. She was about as wide as a child's fist and as tall as the length of someone's fingertips to their mind arm, right below the elbow.

Figurine size, or maybe a tiny bit bigger.

Glancing at the dwarf, I was starting to wonder if he was a blacksmith or more of an artisan...

Everything on the figure of the woman was sculpted to precision. She was the perfect woman, her face was soft and tranquil, yet at the same time devoid of all emotion. Her sculpted hair was long and reached down to her feet, and she was dressed in a huge set of plated armor.

The whole of the woman was crafted from a shinning bright blue metal...

”Just what in the world is this?” I ask.

Reaching my right hand out, I pick up the woman. She had a good amount of weight on her. However, the moment my hand came into contact with her, a shiver of intense sadness washes over my body.

It was as if someone had poured cold water down my back, and ripped my heart to shreds.

”Haa!” I gasped for air, as I removed my hand from around the figure. She drops back into her box, and I suck in a few deep breaths.

”Are you okay?” Silvyr asks wrapping an arm around me.

”Hey! What did you do you, old scammer?!” He yells at the gramps.

”Listen here knife ears! I ain't no scammer,” he huffs crossing his arms.

”That's just the attribute of that particular weapon. It's a unique trait of her, I suppose. She's a marionette it's a defensive weapon. She no wielded normally, ya see a lot of mages use these types of defensive weapons.

They're multipurpose and easy enough to craft, ya see them a lot in human nations. However, mines a masterpiece ya hear!” He says slamming his hand on the counter.

I felt like I could breathe again.

”I designed her to be competent only as a battle type shieldmaiden,” he grins deviously as he looks at the marionette in the box.

”You've basically downgraded all the other features of the marionette to make her singular functioned?” I ask him.

”Again, a scammer,” Silvyr smiles.

The old man's face turns bright red.

”Ya ungrateful brats, shall I just take the rest of my weapons back?” He snorts.