The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

"It's not quite what Piper imagined."

The short man muttered to himself.

Lorraine nodded, glanced at Mayor Nathan walking ahead, and whispered:

"I thought he was going to talk a lot of nonsense with us."

"Gentlemen, it's not polite to talk about others behind their backs." Nathan smiled, took out his keys from his pocket, and opened the door in front of him. "We've arrived."

"Haha...sorry." Lorraine chuckled awkwardly.

Nathan gestured for the guards to light the torches, then turned to the two men and said with a smile, "Consider it a compliment."

"Come in and take a look. The items here would be considered treasures even by 'Formal' level professionals."

"You may choose any item to take with you as a token of the town's gratitude."

The two exchanged a glance and walked in expectantly.

The room in front of him was not much different from when Lorraine had come before. Many weapons and armor were displayed on the shelves, as well as some things packed in wooden boxes.

Nathan casually picked up a one-handed sword from the wall, drew it from its sheath with a "clang," and began to fluently introduce it to the two:

"A one-handed sword forged from grey steel, crafted with dwarven techniques. Its strength is far greater than that of ordinary iron swords, making it suitable for both slashing and thrusting."

"then."

He sheathed his sword and tossed it to Lorraine.

Lorraine took the sword and examined it closely. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, until he saw the mark of Balin Anvil on the hilt.

Isn't that Sauron's sword?

"It really is a wholesale product..." He smirked and put the sword back on the wall.

"Don't like it? How about this fine steel broadsword? It's the work of Olek Forge, the strongest blacksmith in the capital. Surely it will catch your eye?"

Nathan patted a two-handed sword on the wall again.

Lorraine looked up.

This is a product from the Forging Workshop. It's of ordinary quality and doesn't even have any special equipment effects. Is this the work of the strongest blacksmith in the capital?

It's probably a mass-produced item made by an apprentice.

It's not that he looks down on mass-produced goods.

Well, he really doesn't care about mass-produced goods. If these weapons were back when he first transmigrated, he would definitely have accepted them with eyes shining.

But he already has five pieces of "excellent" level equipment, including three magical items, so these "ordinary" quality items are really not worth looking at.

After thinking for a moment, Lorraine realized that besides higher-level equipment, what he needed most right now was a better set of armor.

Given the enemies he's currently facing, that boar hide half-armor is no longer sufficient; its defense is barely adequate, and it's extremely uncomfortable to wear.

He then turned his gaze to the armor hanging on the wall.

"Heh, quite a cautious young man. No wonder he was able to defeat those two monsters." Nathan chuckled, then leaned to the side and said no more.

Lorraine ignored the armor hanging at the bottom, which was clearly of ordinary quality, and looked straight at the one hanging at the very top.

It was a breastplate shimmering with a silvery-white metallic sheen, forged from a single piece. The front was engraved with fish-scale patterns, one overlapping the other, extending from the collarbone to the hem.

The inside is lined with a layer of deerskin, which is sewn very carefully and seems to have been treated to be breathable, making it look very comfortable.

Nathan followed his gaze, then paused, and said with a wry smile:

"Good eye! You just happened to pick my favorite piece. This breastplate is forged from fine steel and mithril, and its defensive capabilities are no less than those of ordinary magical armor."

"This one won't do?" Lorraine raised an eyebrow.

Nathan waved his hand, signaling the guards to come forward and take it down, and laughed, "My reputation is far more valuable than any mithril."

Lorraine took the breastplate from the guard, gently stroked the fish-scale pattern on its surface, and liked it more and more as she looked at it.

[Silver-forged Steel Breastplate]

Type: Medium Armor

Quality: Excellent (Green)

Durability: 118/120

Weight: 5.34 kg

Equipment effects:

[Mithril Resonance]: When the wearer is damaged by magical fire, cold, or lightning, the armor provides a small amount of magic resistance.

【Durable】: Not easily deformed

[Relief]: Reduces direct damage to the chest from blunt or piercing attacks.

Remarks:

"I said it contained mithril, so it contained mithril. What do you mean by demanding to check the ingredients? You're questioning a noble elf!"

——Morningstar Workshop, Silvermoon City / Ellariel Morningstar

......

This breastplate wasn't much heavier than his wild boar hide armor, but its protective capabilities were on a completely different level.

Moreover, it also possesses a noble magic resistance attribute!

Although it's only a little bit...

Lorraine suspected that the elven craftsman had only mixed a tiny bit of mithril into the steel, but even a breastplate made entirely of steel would be a very good piece of armor.

After all, the amount of metal needed to forge armor is far greater than that needed to forge weapons. Large items like breastplates can easily cost ten times more than weapons using the same materials. Ordinary adventurers simply don't have the money to buy proper armor.

He accepted the breastplate with satisfaction, then turned to look at Piper with curiosity and asked:

"Still haven't found what you're looking for? Want me to help you take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Nathan's eyelids twitched. He rubbed his temples and tried to remain calm.

Piper is a bit conflicted.

The short man stood in front of the two weapons, unsure which one to choose.

One was his favorite long-handled warhammer, with a square head engraved with dwarven inscriptions.

The other was a crescent-shaped long-handled axe with a cold gleaming blade, looking quite fierce.

"Why do you like polearms so much?" Lorraine asked curiously.

The halfling looked at him resentfully and said slowly, "Pip is already short enough, if he were to wield a short weapon..."

"puff--"

Lorraine imagined himself jumping up and punching someone in the knee, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then why not choose a long-handled warhammer? Isn't that what you're using now?" he asked again.

Piper hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yes, but don't you think using an axe makes you look more like a barbarian?"

"Is that so..." Lorraine reminded him, "Do you just want to act like a barbarian?"

These words left Piper stunned.

After a while, the hesitation in his eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by determination.

"You're right, Lorraine, thank you," the little man murmured, taking down his warhammer.

"What an impressive friendship! It seems both of my collections have found suitable owners. I'm so happy for them." Nathan clapped his hands at the opportune moment.

Lorraine sincerely thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Nathan."

Although he didn't examine Piper's warhammer closely, Lorraine trusted his judgment; this time, it could be said that the mayor had suffered a significant loss.

"It's our duty. Now that you've chosen your items, let my guards escort you out."

Nathan stretched and laughed:

"Then I must take my leave. A lady is waiting for me, and I can't keep her waiting."

He winked at Lorraine.