Beast Slayer Online: Initialization
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Chapter 40: Graves Opened After Midnight
A single day passed quickly. There was not much in this city that truly suited Lannor’s tastes.
The things he did want to try always cost far more than expected. One example was a shop selling Arcane Amulets.
Inside were charms meant to ward off ill fortune, charms to cure hiccups, and all manner of odd little magical trinkets. Even trying them required payment.
And judging from what they actually did, Lannor could not shake the feeling that sorcerers had created most of the things purely to fleece gullible fools.
There was also a clinic that doubled as a seller of glamour creams. Rumor claimed those creams could dramatically improve relations between husband and wife, helping wealthy ladies win back their husbands’ affection.
Naturally, those shops were run by sorcerers as well.
And naturally, their prices matched the reputation.
Once the allure of magic was stripped away, Gors Velen became far less fascinating to Lannor.
Back in his old world, a large shopping mall during a holiday probably held more than five or six thousand people.
The only place he genuinely liked was the fish market on Ring Street. Catches from across Velen gathered there, and the heavy scent of salt and fish drew every stray cat in the area.
Those furry little creatures, sensitive to Chaos Energy, instinctively disliked getting close to witchers.
Even so, merely standing outside and watching them left Lannor oddly relaxed.
After wandering, eating, and drinking his way through the day, it was finally time to retrieve his armor.
Lannor tightened the sword belts across his chest, unable to suppress a flicker of anticipation at the thought of new equipment.
He had never once worn the complete enhanced School of the Bear armor set.
He imagined the feeling of steel pressed against the padding beneath his clothes would bring with it a deep, reassuring sense of security.
Heavy armor capable of resisting monster attacks would enormously increase the margin for error in future battles.
The bell over the smithy door rang lightly as he stepped inside once more.
Only Fergus and Yuna were there again.
“Don’t bother looking around. Once master finishes work, he rests. And he’s not exactly eager to see the fellow carrying a free voucher.”
Fergus stood behind the counter with his arms crossed, perched atop a stool.
That put his head level with Yuna’s.
With a loud clang, the two of them together hoisted a pile of steel components onto the counter.
These were the repaired armor pieces.
Lannor slid a hand into the main body of the mail shirt and rubbed the metal hard between his fingers, feeling the texture of the steel.
“Can’t even tell where the huge tear across the stomach used to be ... remarkable craftsmanship.”
“Of course!” Fergus puffed out his chest proudly. “That’s Butcher master’s work!”
Lannor nodded faintly, already absorbed by the cold solidity of the steel.
With Yuna’s help, he immediately removed his padded outer coat.
Layer after layer, the armor settled onto his body.
Mail first. Then the plate sections protecting vital areas.
Then leather guards around the groin and knees.
And when he finally pulled the padded surcoat back over everything, his entire frame seemed to gain a full layer of thickness.
He raised an arm.
Beneath the padded coat, the steel layers scraped against one another, producing a soft chorus of metallic ringing.
Then he flexed slightly.
The muscles in his arm swelled suddenly with blood, bulging hard beneath the armor.
“Creak ... creak...”
The joints and connecting pieces groaned under the pressure, yet the overall structure held perfectly firm.
Muscle and steel straining against one another gave Lannor the strange pleasure of wrestling with iron itself.
Heavy.
But solid. Safe. Powerful.
In simple terms, it felt damned good.
Against anything except pure piercing attacks, the full armor set elevated his resistance to slashing and cutting damage to an entirely different level than before.
That was the meaning of good armor.
Greater tolerance for mistakes.
“Fine work,” Lannor said again after relaxing.
But while he relaxed, Fergus and Yuna both swallowed hard.
The dwarf and the human exchanged looks, each seeing the same stunned disbelief in the other’s eyes.
Th-that wasn’t normal.
They had never seen anyone adapt to armor like that before.
Working in Tul Butcher’s shop, they had handled countless customers.
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