I’m not Goblin Slayer Chapter 019

“This is…”

Gron raised his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Seeing his reaction, Gauss knew that he had asked the right person.

In fact, when he took out this unknown stone, he also thought that Gron, being knowledgeable, might have come across it even if it wasn’t metal.

“This is a life magic stone. I’m not quite sure about its specific quality, after all, I’m just a blacksmith, not a gem expert. As for the price, it can probably sell for more than 2 gold coins?”

“ 2 gold coins!!”

Gauss hadn’t even spoken yet when Malin beside him showed a “Did I hear that right?” expression.

2 gold coins, which is 200 silver coins, or 20, 000 copper coins.

For an ordinary person, it was definitely a huge sum of money. His money pouch currently only contained 5 silver coins and 12 copper coins.

This meant that Gauss’s former dream of buying his own house in Grayrock Town could be instantly realized, with plenty of money left over.

If converted into salary, a typical low-level laborer, if they could find work, would earn about 10 copper coins for a full day’s work.

Even if this person was a bachelor, after deducting living expenses, saving 5 copper coins would be extremely difficult, and this didn’t even consider other expenses such as clothing and medical care.

Assuming he could continuously find work and work a full month, he could only save about 150 copper coins.

2 gold coins would require working non-stop for a full 11 years under such ideal conditions.

Of course, this was just a purely theoretical calculation.

In reality, a low-level laborer would never be able to save 1 gold coin in their entire life.

And if measured by the value of an adventurer’s equipment.

A set of leather armor, worth about 15 silver coins, could buy 13 sets.

A set of medium scale armor, worth 60 silver coins, could buy 3 sets.

As for heavy armor like full plate armor, uh, he couldn’t afford it for now. A set of full plate armor would cost a full 15 gold coins, which is equivalent to about 15 houses in town.

Don’t think this price is exaggerated; in fact, full plate armor is the real family heirloom, the hard currency of this world.

Property depreciates in times of war, but fine armor does not, and may even appreciate in value.

It was precisely because he knew the value of 2 gold coins.

Malin couldn’t help but exclaim in front of Gron, then looked at Gauss with envy.

Gauss was also greatly shocked, but he still pretended to be calm.

He had long guessed that this stone was a treasure, but he hadn’t expected it to be so valuable.

Seeing the envy and jealousy almost overflowing from Malin’s eyes, to be honest, he felt a little smug inside.

In his past memories, although Malin’s attitude towards him was not bad, unlike other apprentices, he always liked to chat with him. However, he could also sense that Malin’s attitude towards him was actually mixed with a condescending pity.

Although it wasn’t obvious, in occasional words and actions, he would inadvertently reveal a high posture, like a city person asking about a rural person’s life, just to highlight the superiority of their own life.

But Malin wasn’t a bad person, actually.

Now, their situations seemed to have reversed.

Gauss pursed his lips.

It seemed that in this other world, there was also the saying, “afraid that your brother is suffering, and also afraid that your brother is driving a Land Rover.”

“If you want to sell it for money, you can go to Widow’s Alley. There’s a stone house with a sign that says ‘Thorn Cabin.’ The shopkeeper there buys these magical items. Of course, if you know other knowledgeable customers, you can also trade directly with them.”

Gron shrugged.

2 gold coins were a huge sum for ordinary people, but in his eyes, it was nothing.

His previous surprise wasn’t directed at the life magic stone itself, but rather at the fact that Gauss, a fledgling ordinary low-level adventurer, could produce such a “good item.”

In fact, it was already quite unexpected that Gauss could bring out that pile of second-hand weapon spoils.

“Okay, thank you, Shopkeeper.” Gauss was extremely grateful.

He had no connections now, and Shopkeeper Gron was the most knowledgeable person he knew.

“Shopkeeper, may I be so bold as to ask a few more questions?” Gauss hesitated for a moment, still feeling a bit embarrassed as he asked.

Repeatedly asking questions made him feel less like he was there to sell things and more like he was specifically there to extract information.

“Go ahead,” Gron didn’t mind.

“Do you know anything about professional classes? I want to know how to become a mage professional?”

Hearing Gauss’s question, Gron’s gaze towards him held a hint of scrutiny.

Being able to ask this question itself said a lot.

A normal person, even if they asked, wouldn’t specifically ask about the mage profession unless they had already confirmed that they possessed mage talent.

How to confirm it? Naturally, by awakening magic power and mastering spells.

Thinking of this, he understood a bit more.

No wonder Gauss could bring so many spoils of war. If he had already started on the path to becoming a professional, having these gains, while still a bit exaggerated, was not incomprehensible.

“Come with me,” Gron glanced at Malin, who had pricked up his ears, wanting to eavesdrop curiously, and after saying something to Gauss, turned and walked towards the inner courtyard.

“So unfair, Shopkeeper.”

Gauss glanced at Malin, who was muttering complaints, his face full of indignation, and secretly smiled.

In the inner courtyard, in front of several furnaces, apprentices were busily smelting and forging.

The crisp clanging sound of hammers hitting anvils would make one’s ears sting after listening for a long time.

Gron pushed open a small room.

Although Gauss had worked in the blacksmith shop for a short time, this was his first time entering Gron’s resting room.

Entering the room, Gauss subconsciously looked around.

Soon, his gaze was drawn to a set of full plate armor on one side of the bed.

This was a complex but powerfully aesthetic heavy armor, composed of dozens of parts, precisely connected by hinges, leather straps, and rivets.

The silver-white armor surface, the pointed helmet extended with carved cheek guards, the centrally raised breastplate like an inverted ship’s hull, with a longitudinal ridge protruding from the center of the breastplate, shaped like a shark’s dorsal fin, or a solidified wave, reflecting a cold metallic luster.

Layer upon layer of shoulder armor like dragon scales, back-of-hand armor, steel gauntlets, and hard combat boots.

Too beautiful…

Although this set of armor was not gilded or inlaid with silver, or adorned with intricate patterns, it exuded a simple yet practical brutal aesthetic.

If ordinary full plate armor was worth at least 15 houses, this set of armor hidden in the shopkeeper’s room might be worth 50 houses!

This was Gauss’s subconscious estimate, and the longer he observed, the more certain he became that this set of armor was definitely worth a fortune.

Compared to the “cheap goods” outside, the material of this armor seemed different.

Shopkeeper, you are definitely a master, aren’t you?

Gauss’s gaze towards Gron held an indescribable meaning.

“Cough, cough, don’t look at me like that. I’m just an ordinary blacksmith now.” Gron felt a little uncomfortable under his fervent gaze.

“However, as everyone knows, as a qualified blacksmith, knowing some knowledge about professionals is also very reasonable, isn’t it?”

Gauss nodded repeatedly.

Shopkeeper, since you’ve said so, how can I say no?