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"Oh, right. They let me in because I had Alessia with me the last time. But if I go alone... will I be kicked out like with Old Gerald?"

Although they don't have strange requirements like the old man, if someone doesn't look comfortable on sight, they are very likely to not let them in. This is because they don't own a proper store. Literally, it's in their garage where they sell the bows and arrows.

"Buy it from me, Mom, buy it from me!"

"Aren't you too old to wear masks on your face?"

"Hmph, on the street there are dozens of people wearing masks. They look cool!"

'Now that I remember, the masks I carry with me have little variety in design. I'm afraid that someday they might recognize me if I don't bring some spares.'

I approached the stall that sells masks and picked one that doesn't really go with my style. But that itself makes it perfect. It's a crescent mask that covers the upper part of the face, and the special thing about it is that... It's a bloody mask.

I was about to buy it, when I saw the boy looking at me with a finger in his mouth. He is literally drooling. Haa...

"Which one do you prefer?"

"This one!" He pointed with a finger full of saliva.

"Haha, ok" I say, and turn to look at the vendor "give me two of those and one of this."

"Right away, young nobleman."

'Young nobleman? This salesman sure knows how to flatter people; if it weren't for the fact that my appearance is normal, I would have believed him.'

After stroking the brat's head, I handed him the mask and walked away from the place.

In the end, I bought myself two masks. The first is the bloody one, and the second is the same as the one chosen by the child. It is the latter that I will wear to go visit the Archer brothers.

Since it was chosen by a child, it must exude a lot of confidence and innocence.

*knock* *knock*

After knocking on the door, I heard footsteps and a door creak, and then the front door opened. Yes, this place hasn't changed much since I bought my bow.

[Jean] [Archer Lvl 32]

"Who are you?"

"I have a deal you might be interested in..."

Hearing my words, Jean narrowed his eyes and then sighed.

"Bro, I'm leaving the magic herbs, you know? I don't know who gave you my home address, but I can swear to you that I've already paid all my debts. I'm a clean man now!"

Emir: "..."

'This wasn't the confidence I wanted!'

I was about to throw my mask up in the air, but somehow I restrained myself.

I took the spear and a gold coin out of my inventory before he could finish speaking.

"If you can imbue this spear with magic then this coin will be yours."

Jean: "!!!!"

With his bloodshot eyes, he looked at the gold coin.

Emir: "!!!!"

'He didn't even get that look of addiction when talking about the magic herbs... hopefully his love for money can outweigh it. After all, without money, he can't continue his experiments on creating strange bows.'

His priorities are clear, the bows and then the money. But without the latter he cannot realize the former. They need each other. It's a vicious cycle.

"I don't know who you are, but if you thought I'd deviate from my archery path, then you're very wrong-...!" I interrupted him.

"2 gold coins."

"Come in," Jean said, opening the door , "Watch out for that place; there's a hole."

Emir: "..."

After walking through the courtyard of his house, we arrived at the same workshop where I found my pulley bow. Countless bows of various sizes and shapes hang on the walls, while others are stored in boxes.

Jean carelessly kicked the boxes to make his way through the workshop, until he came to a door. I couldn't believe the sight in front of me as I walked through that door. This is because, behind it, is a clean and tidy workshop without even a speck of dust!

It is in this place that he find all his tools for the creation of the bows. There are even various types of wood arranged according to their nature in one of the corners.

The contrast between the outside and the inside leads me to believe that these are two distinct owners.

"Ah, you must know, but I specialize in bows. There is a chance that the spear will be destroyed if a mistake happens. I'm warning you, I take no responsibility."

'You come to say that now that you've brought me this far? You should have said it before!'

"Don't look at me like that! Imbuing bows was something I did by luck in the beginning. Only now that I have experience can I imbue them without any problems." Jean raised his shoulders.

"Luck?"

"Yes, luck. It's difficult to sense energy flows without the blacksmith class."

'Lucky, huh? Well, I think it's about time to make it official.'

I mean to create a profile dedicated to Luck!

[Emir] [Grand Adventurer Lvl 5] [Archer Lvl 24] [Knight Lvl 6] [Sword King Lvl 2]

[Leader Lvl 24] [Survivor Lvl 26] [Traveler Lvl 5]

[You have 14 free status points]

'14 free points, huh? Since I created the [Strength] and [Agility] profiles, I haven't touched my Status at all. This is for a very important reason... If I modify even one point in my profile, there is the possibility of creating a new, strange personality!'

That's why the free status points have been piling up one after another. You can't blame me. I'm afraid that a new personality will appear at the worst of times.

'But since we're talking about Luck, the situation changes.'

[Emir] [Great Adventurer Lvl 5] [Archer Lvl 24] [Knight Lvl 6] [Sword King Lvl 2]

[Leader Lvl 24] [Survivor Lvl 26] [Traveler Lvl 5]

HP=15 || MP=10

Agility=14 || Strength=14

Intelligence=14 || Luck=60

[Resistance]

Physical=1 || Magic=0

Poison=0 || Curse=0

[Do you want to save the profile of this status?]

[Yes] [No]

There is a very simple reason for my safety in this profile. And that is, thanks to my points in Luck, luckily my personality will not change! A paradox in my status caused by my incredible luck!

[Yes]

Name: [Luck]

'Activate profile [Luck].'

"Alright, I understand. Just do your best. Remember that I will pay you two gold coins if you succeed."

"Two gold coins-...?!!!!!!"

*Boom* *Crack* *Crack*

After the sudden scream behind us, something loudly fell, and then other things also fell.

Jean: "..."

Cautiously, Jean opened the door to the workshop, and then dozens of bows and boxes, along with a man, made their way through.

[Marc] [Archer Lvl 34]

Jean's brother.

"What have you done... You broke my bows, dammit!"

"It's not my fault! The crates were about to fall before I arrived!"

Jean: "!!!!"

'Ah, he must have remembered how he kicked the crates to break through.'

"More importantly... did you say two gold coins? What illicit business are you doing? Don't worry! Nothing will come out of my mouth if you give me a cut!"

Emir: "..."

I remembered these brothers being straighter. I knew they had alcohol issues and that their personalities were weird, but I never imagined they were corrupt to the core.

'Hm, in a way, they remind me of me.'

"You heard only part of it..." I shook my head and started to say ''Your brother will imbue magic into a spear-...'' but Jean interrupted me.

"It's something very illicit. Now get the hell out of here! This guy is dangerous!"

Emir: "..."

'Hm, I'm losing the will to imbue the spear with this guy. Should I cancel the deal?'

"If it's a spear, then I'm the one" Marc pounded his chest to inspire confidence and said, "A spear is a large scale arrow after all. My chances of success are higher than my brother's!"

"You're stealing my job? And to my face?! Our father would be so ashamed if he saw you!" Jean shouted angrily.

"Ha! He'd be more ashamed to see your square bows!"

"You! You dare!!!!!"

'Haa, I think it's time to interfere; otherwise, it'll get dark and I won't be able to warm my slutty fox girl's bed.'

"I have two gold coins here. Work together, and each of you will receive one coin."

"That wasn't the deal-...!"

"Deal!" Marc nodded.

Jean: "!!!!"

'- This little brother of mine is going to kill me someday!'

Although Jean wasn't convinced, Marc was. If things continue as they are, Marc will be the one who gets the job if Jean does not agree.

"Tsk... okay, we'll work together."

Jean nodded reluctantly.

"Well, here is the spear... It's made of monster loot and has three runes fused to it. One of them is the Celestial Chalice rune. You must imbue it with magic so that its appearance changes once more, helpfully not resembling a bone spear."

Having said that, I handed them the spear.

Jean: "!!!!"

'- My Holy God Solus... It's true that the spear he mentioned appeared extravagant, but I never imagined it would rise to the level of luxury!'

Marc: "!!!!''

'- If we were to make a mistake and the spear was destroyed... what disaster would befall us?'

Both brothers looked at each other and, as if coming to an agreement, nodded at the same time.

"Hmph, let's see how your abilities have improved over time."

"Ha, I just hope you don't slow me down, big brother."

Despite their words, they are smiling and walking side by side, indirectly putting all their trust in each other's hands.

'The money appears to have restored their family ties... at least temporarily.'