While walking down the East District’s Workers street, Latina says ‘Ah, that’s right’, and looked up at Kenneth.
“Kenneth, um, you know (anone). I hear that Rudi’s dad is actually a blacksmith”
“That red haired kid? Speaking of which, he’s the third one from Schmidt’s place huh…. Well, I guess his skills weren’t too bad. Should we go and see?”
“Latina, has never been to a blacksmithery. I wonder if they sell knifes.”
“The products they produce differ depending on the workshop, I guess….”
Chasing after Kenneth from behind, trot trot, every now and then Latina would wave at the children she would pass by.
Compared to the South District, Latina has more friends in the East District.
“Here it is”
Saying so, the entrance that Kenneth went through was, saying it nicely, had the grace belonging to a long established shop. Saying it badly, it was old fashioned. That’s the sort of blacksmith it was.
In the immediate space after entering the shop, a mess which was called a display, had all sorts of swords lined up.
Where it was most eye catching, the goods for display which were clearly of a different quality to the others were also, swords.
It clearly indicates what the shop primarily deals with.
“Fuaaaa…. so many swords”
“Schmidt’s place, is a sword smithing workshop after all”
Latina was looking around curiously and Kenneth, had begun scrutinising the weapons from long years of habit. The weapon he loved using was a battle axe but, it didn’t mean he couldn’t use a sword.
Still, it was just as he had recalled, although it couldn’t be said there craftsmanship was famous, it seems they aren’t that terrible.
“….This ain’t no place you bring kids to”
The man who looked to be in the prime of his life, slowly coming out from within, had splendid red hair.
Latina stares at that man with eyes of wonder.
The shopkeeper who didn’t seem to be very suited for customer service, only said one sentence to those two, and once again tried to return back inside the workshop.
Latina gasped as if she had suddenly realised something, going to approach the man.
“Hello. Anone, Latina, is Rudi’s friend”
Stopping at that voice, the shopkeeper looks at Latina, acting as if he was surprised.
“Rudolfs?”
“Yup. Nice to meet you”
Latina bowed courteously after showing him a sweet smile.
Unperturbed by his impolite gaze, which was almost as if he was appraising her.