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“Here, here it is...”

After that, I easily received the A-rank mercenary card.

Fortunately, no one opposed it.

After all, among those gathered here, there were few stronger than Bepuri.

Since Bepuri, that person, was knocked out with a single punch, no one was eager to step forward.

Thanks to that, unfortunately, I couldn’t rank up to S-rank right away. Apparently, there were no S-rank adventurers here at the moment.

And from what I’ve heard, the highest rank that can be assigned as an initial rank is A-rank.

After that, the ranking must be evaluated not only by skill but also by mission completion abilities.

It seems that a certain number of achievements are required.

While I was briefly smiling after receiving the ID badge, Hanbyeol asked.

“But, when we fought last time, weren’t you not this strong...?”

There was a slight trace of fear on her face. She was scared.

When I think about it, Hanbyeol was A-rank when we first met, and I remember her holding her own for a while.

But now, after seeing an adventurer of her level get knocked out in a single hit, it was a bit absurd.

I gave a simple reply.

“Well, I was holding back back then.”

At the time, I didn’t really use any abilities, and I was just curious about the skills of the number one ranked player. Besides, I’ve been eating a lot of health-boosting herbs lately, so my mana has increased a bit.

“...I see.”

With that, Hanbyeol let out a quiet sigh.

From her expression, it seemed like she was somewhat relieved.

“Bepuri!”

“Goodness, her face is like a bloody mess...”

“Priest, let’s go to the priest!”

From behind, adventurers were chattering. I saw adventurers in a bit of a panic near Bepuri.

‘...Hmm.’

Watching that, I felt a little guilty. People were whispering around, but honestly, it was me who initiated the provocation.

Considering that the adventurers hesitated to attack at first... maybe they heard the news that the knights had retreated. No, they must have definitely heard.

Perhaps the guy was an upright adventurer who couldn’t tolerate injustice.

Thinking of what he said, he didn’t seem like much of a swordsman... but anyway.

So, with a bit of guilt, I handed a small amount of gold into his hand.

I was just here to get some new gear and earn a mercenary card.

I wasn’t here to make enemies with adventurers.

I had plenty of materials to sell, and recently, I had some extra cash, so I could easily spare this much.

“...Ugh!”

Just as I was about to give him the gold, unexpectedly, he regained consciousness.

I clearly remember hitting him hard.

Maybe it's because he's a tank-type warrior, but he's surprisingly tough.

Now that I looked at him closely, his face only had a slight bruise, and he seemed in better shape than I expected.

As I tried to hand him the gold, he asked in a wary voice.

“...What is this?”

“Take it. This should cover the medical fees... and maybe fix the floor you broke too.”

“Ha, are you pitying me? Do you think I’m broke?”

“Just take it. We fought because of the measurements. There’s no bad blood. We’ll probably see each other often, so it’s better to stay on good terms, right?”

“.........”

I said that and forced the gold into his hand.

He stared at me with a dazed expression for quite a while. Not only him, but also the adventurers nearby. Despite his grumpy face, his expression was surprisingly soft.

Having eased my conscience, I returned to the reception desk.

I could directly contact the blacksmith.

There was no reason for the guild to not entertain an adventurer who had both money and skill.

Although the fact that he was an awakener seemed to be a bit of a concern... principles are principles.

Seeing that, I really liked the guild’s meritocratic approach.

The blacksmith I met was a middle-aged woman with muscular arms.

Her face had many wrinkles, giving her a stubborn appearance at first glance, but to me, she looked like a craftsman.

The reason for those wrinkles must have been from spending long hours near the forge, constantly squinting her face.

I directly handed over the materials to her.

This included the Andras metal I obtained and the materials I got from Noho.

‘I guess it’s time to replace other tools too...’

I was thinking of making a few new ones. Noho’s claws would likely be used to create some daggers.

The blacksmith, after receiving the materials, expressed admiration.

“Goodness, this is... it’s like a tiger, but the size is massive. Where on earth did you get this?”

“Just got lucky. Can you make a weapon with this?”

“Of course! It’s extremely solid. With just these claws, I can make about three or four daggers!”

She seemed excited to see such rare materials, and she exclaimed with a voice full of emotion.

I entrusted her with the materials.

It was a little regretful, but I decided to sell Noho’s teeth. Originally, I was planning to make a spear shaft with them, but refining them was too difficult, and they were too brittle, so they might break.

Instead, I would sell them and use the money to buy better quality metal for the spear shaft.

I chose mithril alloy.

It’s lighter and stronger than steel of the same volume, and it has a strong resistance to magic.

Since I’m not knowledgeable about magic, I thought it might be useful later on.

“Let’s see... it’ll take about two weeks to make both the spear and the daggers.”

“Two weeks? That’s faster than I expected.”

“Of course, I’ve been wielding a hammer for a long time!”

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Two weeks later, Yor headed straight to the blacksmith’s shop.

Naturally, after the time passed, he had also endured another Berserk activation. Surprisingly, it was another A-rank.

Yor felt a bit of curiosity.

‘...Three consecutive A’s?’

This was a very rare occurrence. Normally, the probability of triggering a different type of Berserk activation increases the more it happens consecutively.

Three in a row was a very low probability.

‘Next time, it’ll definitely be B.’

Perhaps by then, he would need someone’s help. Like a thief with silver hair, perhaps.

As he was thinking about that, Haneul, who had followed him today, asked with a worried expression.

“Are you okay after what happened last week...?”

Haneul still had the shock from the scene she had seen.

When the door to the inn opened in the middle of the night, she saw him, laughing weakly while covered in blood.

She had heard that such things happened every month, so she couldn’t help but be concerned.

In response, Yor smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m doing just fine now.”

If it had been three consecutive A’s before, he would have seriously considered suicide... but fortunately, his holy water had increased recently, so he was living comfortably.

However, Haneul still couldn’t shake off the worry. The scene she had seen left a deep impression on her.

For a moment, she hesitated, as if there was something she wanted to say.

In her heart, the words “I’ll be with you next time” lingered.

But it was hard for her to say it.

Visiting a man’s house late at night was difficult for her, especially given her conservative nature.

She didn’t have the courage to say something like that to someone of the opposite gender, even if they were an NPC.

‘Ugh...’

After a long hesitation, she managed to gather some courage and said a few words.

“If you need anything next time, let me know.”

“Hmm? Haha, thanks for saying that.”

Yor naturally brushed it off, though...

After that, they went to the guild and then to the blacksmith.

They received the completed spear.

“Here it is.”

The spear was simple, without any decorations. However, it still exuded a sense of dignity.

The shaft was a dull silver, and at the tip, there was a dark spearhead.

The subtle sheen of the spear confirmed that it was a high-quality item.

“...Oh.”

Yor looked at it for a moment and then infused mana into the spear. The tip flared with red flames.

Fwoosh—!

Unlike Andras's, the flames didn’t spread, but there was still a strong heat emanating from them.

Yor used it for a moment, but soon extinguished the flames.

‘This consumes mana at an insane rate...’

The power seemed impressive, but the mana burned up so quickly that it was difficult to use unless it was truly necessary.

As he evaluated it, the blacksmith watching said,

“I’ve used it while making it... but it’s always fascinating, this metal. What will you name it?”

“Hm... do I really need to name it?”

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“Of course! It’s a fine piece of work. It deserves a name, don’t you think?”

Yor thought for a moment and then easily came up with a name.

“Firepoint Spear (火尖鎗).”

It sounded a bit grandiose, but it was fitting. It spits fire and is a thrusting spear, so it wasn’t a bad name.

“Thank you.”

With a light thank you, Yor left the workshop.

They stopped by the guild for a brief report since the blacksmith was one of the guild’s official smiths.

Creeeak—

As the door opened, the guild looked somewhat chaotic.

The adventurers who usually sat around gossiping at the tables were nowhere to be seen.

Most adventurers were gathered around the bulletin board.

Yor had never seen this scene before, but Haneul was somewhat familiar with it.

Whenever something major happened, the adventurers would gather like this.

“What’s going on?”

“...Let me check.”

Haneul, a bit tense, checked the guild bulletin.

“So, what’s the news?”

“Well...”

The message was simple.

“They’ve found a Demon’s Altar. They’re recruiting people to help destroy it.”

A Demon’s Altar had appeared.

“And apparently, the Remegaton is already stationed there...”

And, of course, a bunch of those Remegaton guys were there too.