Chapter 142 – Presentation.

“Is this thair new product?”

“Aye.”

A group of dwarves were looking over some magical weapons again. This time around Dunan’s facial expression was extra grumpy as he examined a short sword.

“The craftsmanship haes improved, it seems that thair runesmith stopped making th’ weapons himself.”

What he was looking at was a simple blade with a sharpness rune on it. Dunan handed the blade over to Bamur, who was their magical weapon specialist. The other dwarf injected some of his mana into the blade and it produced a nice blue glow.

While this blade was activated he retrieved another blade from the side. It was of similar shape and size but the magical markings on it looked to be larger. While the runic blade only had smaller runes closer to the hilt area the other one had long writings in an unknown language.

“… Well?”

“Well, whit? Do ye want me tae acknowledge that mah weapon is o’ lower quality?”

Bamur, slightly enraged, tossed the runic blade down to the floor which caused the other dwarves to quickly pick it up.

“Hey don’t damage th’ sample, ah don’t wanna have tae git another one”

It had been a few weeks since the new Runesmith in town started distributing his wares. They hit the shelves and at first, the Dwarves weren’t worried. No one seemed to be buying them due to the higher price compared to the tried dwarven magical wares.

That all changed after one day.

“Greetings fellow people of the adventurers guild, could you lend me your ears!”

The rowdy adventurers that were bickering and looking at the mission board looked to the side. There a blond elven girl that they knew to be one of the guild receptionists was giving a speech.

“I’m not sure if you are aware but our guild will be hosting a presentation. Be sure to all come to the training area in the back as we will be starting in thirty minutes!”

Solana gave a wink at the crowd of manly men which made them shout out in unison. Some of them were quickly punished by their womanly companions that started kicking their shins.

“What is this about?”

“No idea? Should we stay? Not like we have anything better to do. How about it Rudy?”

Some of the adventurers that came back from missions shrugged and decided to see what all the commotion was about. This was something unusual as the guild rarely hosted any events.

Most of the time the most interesting thing were the tier 2 tests which mostly ended up in the new adventurers eating dirt. Though with one certain adventurer having done the same to an instructor the guild was swapped with more rank up requests than ever.

“I’m sure you are all aware of our own city’s Runesmith! You might have also witnessed him down in the dungeon, yes I’m talking about the gentleman in the crimson armor with a very gruff exterior!”

“Oh, red armor? Wasn’t it that person? We should go and see it, common Rudy!”

“Why are you in a rush Keira? The lady said that it’s going to start in thirty minutes.”

The raid-haired adventurer called out to his companion but was met with deaf ears. His party member was already heading out towards the area where the guild performed rank-up tests. The only thing that he could do was to shrug, finish this drink and move out.

“Where is she going?”

Rudy turned his head and saw his other party member, a larger male that was wearing full-plate armor.

“The guild is making some kind of presentation or something?”

He just shrugged as he had no idea what this was about.

“Oh, a presentation?”

A second girl with long jet black hair popped her head out from behind the larger man. Soon the three-headed outside and spotted her friend leaning over the wooden short fence that was supposed to keep people from opening the training field.

“Oh hey Sansa, look at who it is!”

Keira pointed into the distance and the other girl followed the finger. There she saw a handsome young man wearing some strange armor. His gauntlets had intricate runic designs which made him look more like the son of a rich merchant than an adventurer.

“Wait, is that? I don’t think I ever saw him without the helmet…”

“Yeah, it’s a wonder that he hides his face if he looks like that. If only our two could look like that”

Keira looked at Rudy and started shaking her head. The young man in question was taken aback by the act of blatant disrespect. When he looked at the person that the girl was pointing at, he could only admit defeat.

“A man’s face doesn’t matter, it’s all about spirit and conviction!”

The two girls looked at each other and started to chuckle.

“But wait, those runic patterns… “

“You’re a little slow as always Rudy, don’t you remember that time?”

“That time?”

The red-haired youth crossed his hands and closed his eyes as he contemplated. In a moment it dawned on him as he recalled a certain person in runic gear saving their lives. When they became trapped and surrounded by lizard men like monsters he came to their rescue.

“It’s him?”

“Finally remembered? If you’re slow like this, you’ll never stop being a noob!”

“Hey!”

Ever since that little event, the party spread the word of the crimson adventurer saving their lives. This trend continued as this was not the only party that Roland had lent a helping hand during his travels down into the dungeon.

He was one of the few adventurers that was known for helping newbies out if he ever found them in troublesome situations. The word ‘noob’ was quickly taken up by the younger crowd as a slang word implying that someone was still green.

Soon people started to gather, the beautiful elven receptionist was quite good at bringing attention while her glasses-wearing friend remained silent for most of it.

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“I see that quite a crowd has gathered, let us start the presentation then!”

Solana was the main presenter but next to her people could spot some familiar figures. One was the Runesmith that was known as Wayland. Next to him was another large man that was mostly known by his visits to the red-light districts.

The presentation started with Armand moving out into the ring along with the Runesmith. While Armand was wearing the usual gauntlets the man next to him only had a tower shield with him. At first glance, it looked to be a normal shield but if someone looked closely they would see runic patterns on the outside and inside.

“I’m sure that most of you are aware of the magical weapons but have you ever witnessed ones with more than one enchantment?”

“More than one enchantment?”

People started murmuring as something as a multipurpose weapon like Roland liked to create was not widely spread. The vast majority of adventurers used weapons and armor that only had one active spell.