Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 24

Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating

Chapter 24  Gold coin investment

Sigh, it’s Monday again.

Both students and office workers dislike this day that comes every week.

The same sentiment exists in another world.

It is known as the “Devil’s Monday.”

There seems to be a jinx that if you take just one day off and go to work, some problem will occur.

Ding dong, ding dong, the bell rings again today.

“Munya, oh, good morning, Ed.”

“Minya, good morning.”

Rubbing against my head, seeking affection.

Truly, this golden-haired head is beautiful.

While I fix my bedhead with a comb, Minya is being groomed by her mother, Melun-san, with an expensive comb.

Beautiful straight golden hair that reaches halfway down her back.

It is a characteristic shared among elves.

Uncle Gid also has long hair, although not as long as hers, in a bob cut compared to human men.

His golden hair is also beautiful. Moreover, his face is handsome.

Surely, the creator must have favored elves when creating humans and elves.

Nevertheless, our Lord Raffalier-sama is great and a revered deity.

Although Raffalism is fundamentally a monotheistic religion, it is said that there are numerous gods called indigenous gods in this world.

However, other gods are considered subordinate and not regarded as the same level of deity.

They are treated as superior spirits.

Lord Raffalier-sama is effectively the sole god.

I quickly enjoy a slightly luxurious breakfast with an upgraded menu.

“Well then, I’m off.”

Today, I’m heading to the familiar Dridon general store.

“Hey, Doridon-san.”

“Oh, Ed. What brings you here so early?”

“Do you have any swords that I can buy?”

“If you’re okay with a regular one, there’s this, and also this wooden sword here.”

“A wooden sword, huh? Do you think I can defeat a goblin with a wooden sword?”

“Don’t underestimate a wooden sword. It has its killing power. But for goblins, I’d recommend a regular iron sword instead.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Saying that, Doridon-san points his finger at the swords and wooden sword left neglected in the corner.

The iron sword seems usable, but has it been neglected for too long? Is it rusted?

“Yeah, my swords are beginner-friendly for around ten-year-olds.”

“So?”

“But if you’re six years old and short, the adventurer’s guild might have swords for kids.”

“Swords for kids, hmm…”

Ideally, I want to use it for a long time, but the trade-in value won’t be cheap either. Should I go to the adventurer’s guild again? It’s tough for someone with social anxiety, but should I go?

“Got it, old man. Thanks.”

“Sorry for not having it.”

“It’s fine.”

I take Minya and pass through the castle gate.

Instantly, the scenery changes into a bustling city.

Just keep going straight to the adventurer’s guild.

“Oh, I forgot to bring Lania.”

“Oh well, can’t be helped.”

“Meow, really…”

During our previous visit to the adventurer’s guild, Lania took care of us. This time, either Minya or I have to handle it, but Minya seems a bit uncomfortable.

Minya isn’t socially anxious, but she’s still young. Plus, she seems uneasy with that elf who keeps staring.

We arrive at the fountain square.

“Well, can’t be helped. Let’s go in.”

“Yeah.”

Minya grabs the hem of my clothes.

She might be feeling anxious.

When I’m treated with this kind of attitude, even as someone with social anxiety, I start feeling like I should protect her in some way.

“Excuse me.”

“Sorry for the intrusion.”

The cowbell rings with a hollow sound.

Inside, there are more people compared to last time, and the reception area is not empty; there’s a line.

There are no cards or tokens for waiting in order.

“Um, excuse me.”

I obediently join the line.

It’s not strictly organized like a fork queue; each receptionist has their own line.

Looking ahead at the line we joined, oh, it’s that elf girl.

The line next to us is longer. The receptionist there is a kind-looking human girl.

That girl gives a better first impression.

Of course, the elf looks good too, but her personality seems sharp to others.

Aside from being overly concerned about Minya, she seems normal.

There are three lines. The other one is for a seasoned, bald-headed old man.

In that line, there are people who seem to be into muscle warriors or older men-loving fujoshi-like girls.

Oh well, I wanted to evaluate the line of old men with the innocent eyes of a child.

But my knowledge of another world gets in the way, and I can’t give an unbiased evaluation.

“The line is long, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

While listening to Minya’s comment, I observe the surroundings.

The line for the old men doesn’t seem to be filled with fujoshi; it’s mostly people who prioritize practicality.

Both the customers and the receptionists seem to be experienced veterans, as the explanations are short and the line moves quickly.

I should have joined that line, but now that I’m already halfway through, there’s no point in starting over.

“Next, please. Oh, isn’t it the Elf-sama? How can I assist you?”

It’s clear that she’s addressing Minya, but Mnya blushes and hides behind me.

So I have no choice but to answer.

“I’m looking for a sword that even I, can handle for goblin slaying, preferably within one gold coin.”

“I see. In that case, please proceed to the sales corner over there. I apologize. Please inquire there.”

“Okay.”

After waiting in line for so long, it seems like they’re passing the buck.

Indeed, the right side is the tavern, and the left side is the shop.

Towards the back on the left side, there were various weapons displayed.

I asked the lady there, and she presented four swords that might be suitable for me: a wooden sword for children, an ordinary iron sword, an iron sword with decorative elements, and a mithril sword reserved for nobles.

Clearly, it’s either the iron sword or the mithril sword.

The problem is which one to choose.

If the decoration is merely ornamental and expensive, then the simple iron sword is the only choice.

“Here, the simpler one is seven silver coins. It’s an ordinary iron sword for children.”

“Alright.”

Nothing remarkable, just an iron sword.

[Children’s Iron Sword Weapon: Normal]

“And this iron sword with decorations is the kind of sword that kids from wealthier families would use. However, it’s not about the appearance; it has an enchantment.”

“Enchantment?”

“Yes. It has the enchantment of [Severing]. This one is more suitable for actual combat.”

“Oh, that’s amazing.”

[Name: “Quick Cutter” Children’s Iron Sword Weapon: Fine Enchantment: Severing]

“Oh, the appraisal is more detailed than usual.”

It has a name and provides detailed information, just like a person.

I see.

“This is a sword of severing. Its name is ‘Quick Cutter.’ It’s a great deal, exactly one gold coin.”

“As expected, it’s a gold coin. Ugh.”

“It has the best cost-performance. How about it? The mithril one is durable, but unfortunately, its attack power is deceiving.”

“Grumble, you’re good at business. I’ll take the sword of severing.”

“Thank you for your purchase.”

I bought the sword of severing.

This is not just for play or hobbies; it’s a worthy investment in myself.

Definitely not an excuse, not at all. Ugh, I’m not making excuses.

If I keep this up, I might become a grumbling individual.