You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

Chloris gripped the handrail with one hand and clutched the hem of her skirt with the other. "Um... Lott. Are we going to sleep together again tonight?"

"Ah? Oh right, the payment I promised you." Lott grabbed his coat and stood up. "I'll get you a room with a bathtub."

"well……"

"Why won't you look at me? Could it be that you betrayed me and sold my position to the dragon?"

Chloris's eyes flickered slightly as she glanced at Lotte. "What nonsense are you talking about? There's no such thing as a dragon. If someone sees us sleeping in the same room, I'm afraid it will cause misunderstandings."

"I don't care at all."

"Of course you don't care, humph."

into the night.

While the adventurers in Whitestone Town were still fighting outside over a few silver coins, the few inside the Whitestone Inn were all soundly asleep.

As the sun rose, Lotte and the others gradually got up.

After Isolde checked in, she didn't leave the house again, and Eleanor bought all the necessities for her. They would stay in White Rock for a few more days and wouldn't leave for the time being.

Isolde did not inform Grin about the change in her itinerary, as she did not want to continue to trouble Grin to issue adventurer commissions.

Hagen was drunk all night, and it wasn't until Lott knocked on his door in the morning that he got up from the floor, rubbing his aching head as he opened the door.

Lotte and Chloris were already dressed. Chloris was wearing a beige cloak, her light golden hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she stood behind her holding a long spear, looking very dashing.

In contrast, Hagen... well... he's a person.

Chloris turned her face away, covered her eyes with her hands, and didn't look at Hagen, whose big belly was showing.

"Master Lott, is there something you need?"

"I made a small fortune during the raid last night. If you have time, shall we head to the blacksmith shop now?"

"Okay, let me wash up first."

A moment later, the three headed toward the blacksmith shop in the east of the city.

Arriving at the door of a shop with a golden warhammer sign, Chloris tugged at Lotte's sleeve. "Lotte, can you give me the money?"

Lott instinctively clutched his money pouch. "Give it to you? Why?"

“I’ve seen too many of you men. You lose all your senses the moment you step into a blacksmith’s shop and want everything you see. A sword originally only costs 20 silver coins, but with better materials and craftsmanship, it costs far more than that. Aren’t you saving up to buy a staff? I’m just helping you save money.”

"Is it really that big of a deal?" Lott said dismissively. "It's just a sword. After deducting the cost of materials, it's worth at most 20 silver coins. I have 57 silver coins right now."

Chapter 40 So satisfying!

Stepping into the blacksmith's shop, the intense heat made Lotte's heart beat faster.

He deliberately didn't bring his staff on this trip, fearing it might misunderstand.

There was no one in the shop in front; the clanging sound of forging iron came from a small door.

Hagen stepped through the curtain and greeted the other person, while Lott looked around.

The walls around the room were adorned with exquisite weapons, including swords, spears, shields, and crossbows, as well as some fine armor.

The sound of forging iron inside stopped, and Hagen led out a man who looked somewhat like him.

“Master Lott, this is my cousin Harel. Harel, this is Master Lott.”

“No need to call me Master.” Lotte waved his hand and looked at Harleel, who had a gray towel hanging around his neck. “I want to forge a [Master Craftsman] sword, the kind that can awaken weapon talent.”

"Oh, oh." Harleel wiped his face and reached out to pull on a chain next to the cabinet.

A wall slowly descended, covered with various materials for making weapons.

Seeing Lotte's expression, Chloris thought it was over.

Harleel walked to the far left and pointed to a row of metal blocks standing upright. "Master Lotte, let's choose the basic material first. The top one is high-quality steel and silver, it's usable, sturdy and durable."

"Great, great, this is the one."

Harleel crouched down, took a finished sword from the cabinet, and waved it in the air. "But if you're going to deal with heavily armored enemies or tough monsters in the future, this steel might be a bit soft. Look, the blade has a small bend at the edge."

Lotte nodded. What if they encounter a monster with tough skin in the future? If they skimp on this and the blade gets chipped, wouldn't the whole sword be unusable?

Harleel pointed to a gleaming piece of metal at the bottom. "Mr. Lott, this is perfect for you. This is my prized possession, Deep Sea Cold Iron, a deep blue color that exudes a chilling aura. It even gleams with a sharp, cold light in the sunlight..."

Chloris coughed twice, putting her hand to her mouth.

But Harle continued vividly, "Just imagine, if you drew this sword in front of a group of adventurers, everyone would be envious when they saw its delicate luster."

Lott stroked his chin and nodded repeatedly: "That makes sense, that makes sense."

“In the Attenborough region, there’s no monster it can’t handle.” Harleel took the metal and placed it on the red tray. “This costs 20 silver coins, which is a bit expensive, but the accessories can be discounted.”

The basic raw materials quickly pushed Lotte's budget to its limit.

But raw materials are the biggest expense; subsequent parts shouldn't cost much.

"Okay, continue."

Harleel continued introducing the next row of accessories: "Lord Lotte, at the top is a standard wooden hilt and counterweight. I recommend the standard one, it costs 10 copper coins. However, if you're going to fight for a long time, the wooden hilt is a bit uncomfortable and slippery when you sweat. If you replace it with a soft monitor lizard skin..."

Chloris couldn't help but interrupt, "Lotte, as a mage, you shouldn't be using a sword continuously, right?"

That's the logic.

But what if you happen to lose your staff and need to use your sword all the time?

"I want the monitor lizard skin."

"Alright, I'll also send you three counterweight balls made of deep-sea cold iron. You can adjust the weight yourself. It'll cost you 5 silver coins in total."

“Hmm~” Lotte nodded, “Not expensive, not expensive.”

Harleel continued walking forward: "Lord Lott, I don't usually recommend patterns to people. I apprenticed under dwarves and can create hundred-refined patterns, which not only prevent rust but also enhance the appearance. If you want, I'll also add two blood grooves for you free of charge."

"how much is it?"

"5 silver coins."

Harle took out a patterned sword and placed it in front of Lotte.

And you know what? The dwarves' pattern-making skills are truly impressive. Instead of intricate designs, they use sharp lines to depict the weapon's edge.

It's so pretty, I can hug it to sleep from now on.

"I want it."

Harleel nodded: "Lord Lott, next is the craftsmanship. The craftsmanship specifications and forging methods will determine the quantity and quality of talents that can be equipped in the future. There are general grade, fine grade, master grade, and dwarf grade. Which one would you like to choose?"

"Dwarf level".

Craftsmanship is also very important; otherwise, all those parts you bought won't achieve the desired effect.

“Alright, that will cost 15 silver coins.” Harel finally finished his introduction. “There are also some barbed gauntlets, scabbards, and so on. Please take your pick.”

Lotte selected items for a while longer, until the tray was overflowing.

“Let me see,” Harel said, counting the coins on the tray. “There are 50 silver coins in total.”

"Ok?"

Lott froze, blinking as he stared at the tray. "Wait, wait, wait, how come it's only 50 silver?"

More than double the budget!

Harlell calculated the costs for Lotte again, and then showed Lotte and Chloris the actual finished product, letting Lotte know that his money was well spent.

Lott walked over to Chloris and asked in a low voice, "Is this price reasonable?"

"It is indeed much cheaper. If you hadn't saved Hagen's life, this sword could have sold for at least 80 silver coins."

"So, did I get the highest quality for the lowest price?"

"Pretty much. This is the best sword in the whole town."

Looking at the enthusiastic Lotte, Chloris had completely given up; she couldn't persuade him otherwise.

She said, "If you really like it, just buy it. I'll lend you the money if you don't have enough."

Harleel chimed in, "Master Lotte, isn't this a bit over budget? How about I reduce the price a bit? We can omit the patterns, use solid wood for the hilt, and opt for a lower-grade craftsmanship. I'll still include the freebies, and we'll keep the price around 30 silver coins. How does that sound?"

Harle picked up an ordinary sword and placed it in front of Lot. "Or you can buy a finished sword, they have them for 10 or 20 silver."

Lott waved his hand and placed the money bag on the counter. "No need, no need."

"But this price..."

"50 silver is fine, just use the configuration we just set up."

Now that the price is right, the quality is guaranteed, and you like it, there's no need to be stingy.

We work hard to defeat monsters and earn money, all so we can spend it!

Lotte is no longer the same Lotte he used to be. His money-making efficiency has greatly improved, and he can easily earn back this small amount of money by taking on some commissioned tasks.

The wind chimes rang at the shop entrance, and Lotte and Chloris walked out of the blacksmith shop.

Hagen and Harrell stayed in the shop to forge the weapon, which they expected to finish in a day or two.

Although Lotte had almost emptied his savings in one go, leaving him with only 7 silver coins, he was still happy.