Chapter 63: How Can This Food Still Be Laughing?

Chapter 63: How Can This Food Still Be Laughing?

“Isn’t anyone here? The door is wide open, after all.”

Yake strolled into the Smithy, surveying the empty shop. Was the owner out? No, if he had something to do, he would have closed the door instead of leaving it ajar.

“Welcome! Customer, is there anything you need?”

Hearing someone enter, the shopkeeper lazily emerged from the back room. It was then that Yake got a good look at the shopkeeper.

He was an elderly man, his face almost concealed by a mass of beard and white hair. But that wasn’t the main point; it was the man’s arms that caught Yake’s eye. Despite his age, the muscles on the old man’s arms were still robust, likely due to a lifetime of hammering metal as a blacksmith. If this blacksmith made the weapons, Yake could trust them without a second thought.

“Excuse me, do you have any small daggers for sale?”

Yake inquired about the dagger he needed. As a qualified Adventurer, just having one weapon wasn’t enough; most Adventurers carried two or more. Right now, Yake wanted to add a dagger as a backup weapon.

“Dagger, huh? Yes, we have one, just wait a moment! Here’s one that a customer ordered but didn’t want. How about this?”

The shopkeeper bent down and pulled a box from a storage chest, handing it to Yake for inspection.

“This is… a Golden Dagger? Wow, whoever ordered this must be a big shot!”

Yake opened the box, and the gleam of gold nearly blinded him. Goodness, a Golden Dagger? What kind of wealthy person could afford to order something like this?

As a weapon, it would definitely suffice. But would he be able to afford its price?

“Old man, how much for this dagger?”

Yake decided to ask the price first, to see if it fit within his budget.

The shopkeeper didn’t answer right away; instead, he held up a hand and made a “5” gesture.

“50 gold coins? Yeah, considering the craftsmanship, that’s about right for a dagger of this quality.”

To Yake’s surprise, the old man shook his head, dismissing his guess.

“Not 50 gold coins? Then… could it be 500 gold coins?”

If the dagger cost 500 gold coins, Yake instantly lost interest. He could manage to scrape together 50, but 500? That would be pure folly!

To his disbelief, the old man shook his head again, refusing Yake’s latest guess.

“Not 500 gold coins? Then could it be 5,000 gold coins? Don’t kid with me here, old man. That would be highway robbery!”

5,000 gold for a Golden Dagger? That was outright madness. He wasn’t even sure if he and Aier combined had 5,000 gold coins!

“50 silver coins.”

Finally, having grown tired of Yake’s speculations, the old man revealed the dagger’s price.

“Ah? Just 50 silver coins? Old man, you’re not joking, right?”

Upon hearing that a Golden Dagger cost only 50 silver coins, Yake immediately began to question the old man’s sanity.

“I’m not joking. I’ll sell you this dagger for just 50 silver coins. Do you want it? If not, you can look at something else.”

“Old man, is this dagger really good quality?”

Furrowing his brow, Yake examined the Golden Dagger closely. From the outside, it looked perfectly fine.

“I run a weapon shop; would I sell you a subpar weapon?”

The shopkeeper squinted at Yake, thinking how suspicious this young man was. Anyone else would be eager to snatch up this Golden Dagger, yet here was Yake doubting its quality!

“If this dagger is decent, then I’m definitely buying it.”

If he could truly get a Golden Dagger for 50 silver coins, he’d be raking in the profits! But the nagging concern about its quality remained.

“Alright. If this dagger is not good, I’ll eat it myself.”

The shopkeeper wasn’t upset; he walked over to one side, picked up his hammer, and gave the dagger a few taps to demonstrate its quality.

After being struck, the dagger remained flawless, its brilliance undiminished.

“Well? Are you satisfied now?”

“Yeah. Seems like this dagger really is good. 50 silver coins, right? I’ll take it. No need for change, old man.”

Yake handed over a gold coin to the shopkeeper and left the weapons shop without a glance back. Snagging such a Golden Dagger for one gold coin was a steal! He’d struck it rich!

“Aier, I’m back! Oh? You already started eating?”

Upon returning to the Bakery, Yake noticed Aierjisi munching on several golden dough balls, presumably the so-called Golden Smile freshly made by the shopkeeper.

“Yep! Someone took their sweet time outside, so the shopkeeper handed them to me.”

Aierjisi glanced at Yake before turning her focus back to her prized Golden Smile.

“Let me check it out; I want to see what this Golden Smile tastes like!”

Yake reached into the bag and pulled out one of the treats.

“Tastes pretty good, but watch out! Don’t get scared by these things.”

“Scared? No way, come on!”

Before Yake could finish his sentence, the Golden Smile in his hand suddenly cracked open, letting out a ringing laugh. Startled, Yake quickly dropped it.

“So I told you not to get scared. Look at the waste!”

Aierjisi picked up the discarded treat, brushed it off, and took a bite, completely unconcerned about its cleanliness. Even if there were germs, they were no match for a Blood Clan’s immune cells.

“Aier, how… how can this thing still be laughing?”

“Don’t ask me; I didn’t make it! How would I know the logic behind it?”

Aierjisi rolled her eyes at Yake. When she first heard the laugh, she had the same reaction as Yake and tossed it away. Now, she had grown accustomed to it.