Chapter 68

"Sorry for yelling at you. A troublesome adventurer has been giving me grief lately. I thought you were him again."

Blacksmith Belga showed no sign of remorse, despite his words.

...They’d said that if you offended him, he wouldn’t take your job.

Let’s keep things cordial, humble ourselves, and ask him to make a mithril sword.

"I’ve heard you’re a skilled blacksmith. Adventurers are often rough sorts, and I imagine strange people who hear of your reputation sometimes try to force unreasonable jobs on you. You have my sympathy."

I had to somehow get on his good side and make him like me.

I probably shouldn’t do anything that might make him feel at fault.

I’d better try to smooth things over.

"What’s with that shallow act, pretending to flatter me? Hmph. You must’ve heard rumors about me and decided to act that way. I don’t like it one bit."

The old man was even more cantankerous than I’d expected...