The dragon's harem

Chapter 1117: Asking nicely

Walking through one of the cities, drawing too much attention due to his clothes and the Terrorʼs ungodly beauty and revealing outfit, the two made their way to the nearest blacksmith.

It was time for Arad to change his axes. He had gathered enough money by slaying monsters in the past days that he had caused a news storm about monsters suddenly disappearing. Money wasnʼt an issue, and he now needed better weapons for himself and the Terror, even though she insisted she didnʼt need them.

Arad had his two axes sharpened, repaired, and enchanted with a magic called [Edge] which allowed a blade to hold its sharpness for much, much longer. Almost five times the normal durability.

He then picked a massive greatsword that was almost as tall as him and had it enchanted with two magics, which was almost four times as expensive as one enchantment. Arad picked [Edge] and then a magic called [Lightweight], which reduced the weight of an item by three-quarters.

This 4 Kg (8.8 pounds) Zweihänder now only weighs about 1 Kg (2.2 pounds) in his hand. He could swing and swirl it with one hand as he didnʼt hold anything. With Aradʼs strength, moving 4 or 10 kg wasnʼt a problem, but with a boss so much faster than him, he needed a weapon that he could swing fast, really, really fast.

The blacksmith almost shat himself seeing Arad swinging the Zweihänder like it was a toy. But Aradʼs shopping spree wasnʼt done yet, one or two weapons arenʼt going to be enough for him. He was taught how to fight by Alcott after all.

Arad then picked a Halberd, a Bec-de-corbin, and a pole-axe, and enchanted them the same as the Zweihänder. And just when the blacksmithʼs face paled and drained of all moisture, both appalled and terrified by the amount of money Arad was spending, he got smacked in the face with an order of twenty spears, all enchanted with [Lightweight] at least.

With a dried face, the blacksmith asked Arad if he meant javelins, at which Arad replied that the javelins were too small to pierce what he wanted to pierce, and so asked for actual, large spears with a heavy head. And he wanted all twenty spears to be enchanted with [Channel Lightning] [Lightweight].

When the blacksmith had Aradʼs order ready, it was time for the reluctant Terror to pick a weapon for herself. They were going to face something stronger than her, she canʼt possibly go with nothing more than a few pieces of hide holding her important parts together.

After an hour, she still wasnʼt able to pick anything and then dragged Arad to the back room. ”Listen here, Iʼll fight in my true form. Weapons are useless, and armor as well. If youʼre going to make me use something, letʼs go and find a magical item or two that I might be able to use.”

”Why didnʼt you say that from the start?” Arad asked, and she shook her head, ”I mean, youʼre a dragon. I thought youʼd understand that fighting in a human form would make me much weaker.”

Arad sighed, scratching the back of his head, ”Fine, letʼs go and check the magic stores. I, too, wanted to buy a few things.”

”How much money do we have left?” She looked at him with a worried face, ”That was a couple of million Rolits.”

Arad checked their money bag, there were still at least a few dozen million Rolits there. She was with him when he hunted and sold the monster part, but she didnʼt bother to keep track of how much money they had. Until last week, when she met him, money meant nothing to her.

She glanced at him, ”Two days ago at the tavern, I heard some women gossiping about how they pick their husbands based on how money they make. They said that ten thousand Rolits a month is nobly rich. How the hell did you end up with a couple of dozen million in a week?”

”What sane idiot is out there hunting Horrors each day?” Arad closed their money bag. ”Iʼm the only one around.” Arad had danced with death a couple of times, only surviving by a hairʼs breadth and by Shiʼs blessing.

The two of them walked out with all of the weapons and headed to the best-looking magic item shop in the city. Unlike the messy blacksmith workshop that was filled with soot and dust, the stench of fire, and the loud banging of hammers, the magic item shop was quiet, clean, and looked nothing like any other shop.

”Stop it there!” The guard standing at the shopʼs door lifted his hand, barring the two of them from getting inside. ”This isnʼt a place the likes of you two can just stroll into. Scram.” The guardʼs sharp gaze, judging eyes, and burning temper quickly got underneath the Terrorʼs skin, and she almost fed him to stray cats.

Arad extended his hand in front of the Terror, ”Iʼll talk.” He approached the guard, and it was just then that the poor man realised. He was barely as tall as Aradʼs belly button.

The massive arms, the sharp, deathly glare, and the deep, rumbling voice, ”Move… I only came to buy some items.” The guard knew that if he didnʼt comply, Arad would mangle him like a dog ripping a rat into pieces.

Having no chance of physically stopping Arad, the guard moved to the side, ”Please go inside.”

Arad looked back at the Terror with a smile, ”See? Letʼs go see if we can find something.”

”He really let us in.” The Terror could see that the guard absolutely didnʼt want to let them inside. She could believe that he changed his mind just from listening to Aradʼs words. She needs to learn more about human speech.

”Asking nicely can go a long way,” Arad said with a smile as he and the Terror walked inside.

Outside, the guard was calling for reinforcement, claiming that a monster and a harlot had broken into the shop.