On Tuesday morning, at precisely eight o'clock, Fyar found Resie already waiting for him outside the inn.
"Y... you..." Fyar stammered, slightly surprised.
He was wearing a black shirt and matching black trousers. The outfit made him realize he needed to buy some new sets of clothes soon, or perhaps find a tailor who could make him something custom.
"You? What do you mean? Can't you just say someone's name and state your business clearly?" Resie sighed. "Zaefal had to go somewhere, and Illya got a sudden invitation from her father to attend an event. So, that leaves me to accompany you."
Fyar sighed as well. "Alright, what's our agenda for today?"
"First, we're going to the equipment shop to get you a weapon and some gear. Second, we're heading to the adventurer's association to register your identity. Got it?" Resie explained.
Fyar replied quietly, "Yes mommy."
"What was that?" Resie looked confused.
"Nothing. I mean, okay, Resie," Fyar said, offering a gentle smile.
"Ugh, I hate that smile of yours," Resie scoffed.
The two of them began walking toward the weapon shop. Fyar took in his surroundings, observing the city's architecture, which reminded him of the Roman Empire, but with a fantasy twist. The way people dressed and the towering statues at various corners of the city reinforced that impression.
He saw busy merchants, dogs playing with each other, a couple walking hand-in-hand, adventurers moving in their parties, and children who seemed to be heading to an academy.
As they walked, Fyar turned his gaze to Resie. "Is there a magic academy in this kingdom?" he asked.
"What a stupid question. Of course, there is. The program is four years long, and the requirements are having magic and being fourteen years old," Resie answered.
"Then what happens if someone doesn't have magic?" Fyar asked again.
"They can't get in, obviously, you idiot. Most of them end up as inn servants or farmers," Resie retorted sharply.
Not a bad life, Fyar mused to himself.
"We're here," Resie announced.
Fyar looked at a simple, stone-walled building. It was rectangular with two windows and a single door. They entered and were greeted by the sight of a dwarf relaxing in his chair, nibbling on some bread. The dwarf was about 145 centimeters tall, had black hair, and was dressed like a miner.
Upon seeing them enter, the dwarf quickly finished his bread and stood up to greet them.
"Welcome, Resie. What can I help you with this time? Mm, don't tell me something's broken again," the dwarf greeted them.
"No, Robert. This time I need to find a weapon and some gear for my companion here," Resie replied, gesturing toward Fyar. "He just lost his weapon and his memory. Pretty stupid, right? He lost his powers too. Can you find a suitable weapon and item for him? Oh, and he also wants to have a custom item made."
Robert raised an eyebrow. "A custom item?"
"Yeah. He calls it a 'bullet.' It's small but sharp. I'm hoping you can make it," Resie explained.
"May I see what it looks like?" Robert asked.
"Of course, hold on a moment," Fyar replied. He then took out a single bullet and handed it to Robert.
Robert accepted the object and examined it intently. He turned the metal bead over and over in his fingers. To him, this thing called a bullet seemed far too small, and he felt it would be ineffective as ammunition for a weapon. He didn't understand why the purple-haired young man before him was so keen on making them.
After a moment of silence, Robert finally said, "Yes, I can make this. Is this the only shape you want?"
An idea suddenly flashed through Fyar's mind. An artifact stone... could it be shaped into a bullet? How hard would the result be? If it's possible, this weapon would be incredibly useful against magic users, he thought.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Fyar asked Robert again, "Would it be possible for you to make that shape out of an artifact stone?"
Hearing the question, Rasie was slightly taken aback, while Robert simply let out a small laugh.
"Hahaha, of course, it's possible! That would even add a special effect to the bullet, but the cost would be extremely high," said Robert.
"How high?" Fyar asked, intrigued.
"Forty gold coins for ten bullets!" Robert answered with great enthusiasm.
The man's insane! Just for ten bullets? Fyar exclaimed internally. However, he remembered that Illya was financing all of this. His gaze shifted to Rasie, hoping for some leeway.
Rasie, who seemed to understand his glance, sneered. "Don't be an idiot. Of course we're not paying that much. Use your own money if you want special bullets! You're so shameless."
Fyar could only let out a disappointed sigh. Just as I thought.
He then turned back to Robert. "How much for the normal bullets?"
"For a standard one like this, probably two gold coins per bullet," Robert replied.
"Just make one hundred of the regular ones," Rasie interjected, looking straight at Robert.
"Very well," Robert nodded.
One hundred bullets? Fyar did a quick calculation in his head. That amounted to two hundred gold coins. He was once again amazed by Illya's seemingly endless wealth.
"Alright, you fool. You can choose a weapon now. Make sure the price is no more than one hundred gold coins. For the armor, no more than fifty," Rasie instructed.
"R-right," Fyar answered, a little nervously.
Fyar began to scan the rows of displayed weapons. His eyes caught a giant, man-sized sword, a dagger that looked more like a kitchen knife, and several ordinary swords. However, one weapon in particular drew his attention. A long sword with a slightly curved blade that bore a striking resemblance to a katana. It was so similar that Fyar suspected its creator might have been a transmigrator from Japan.
He approached the weapon and then asked Robert, "Sir Robert, may I know the price of this sword?"
"Ooh, you have a rather unique taste, purple-haired young man," Robert commented. "That sword was sold by an adventurer. He said he found it in a level 30 dungeon. The reason he's selling it is that the sword drains the user's magic energy." Robert sighed briefly before continuing, "No one wants to buy it because of that side effect. That's why its price is only fifteen gold coins."
Rasie added, "I tried using that sword once. After ten minutes, half of my magic energy was drained. I even think that sword is cursed."
Fyar stood silently, his mind racing. Drains magic energy? That's not a problem for me, since I don't have any to begin with. What shocked him more was the sword's origin. A level 30 dungeon? He knew how dangerous that was. Zaefal, Rasie, and Illya, who were all above level fourteen, only dared to enter a level ten dungeon with a party of four. And this level 30!!, This sword felt incredibly mysterious. Could it have belonged to a high level transmigrator? Fyar considered all the possibilities.
After a moment of deliberation, Fyar made up his mind. "I'll take this one," he said firmly.