Bab 111: The Arkansas' Blacksmith (End)

"Just give me your name, just your mercenary name is fine, lad," (Hammard)

"I see. Then Evocatore," (Lyan)

"Hahaha! You're using that recently famous guy's name for your nickname? Don't kid-" Hammard's eyes stopped at a certain direction around Lyan's neck and stopped his words. He approached him, and once again lift his cloak, uncovering the Mythril mercenary tag hanging on his neck.

"This is a new one. So you're the real deal?" Hammard stares sharply at Lyan.

(Did I make enemies without my knowing?) (Lyan)

"Yes, I am," (Lyan)

As Lyan readied himself to react to whatever response the bald blacksmith before him will give him, what happened next caught him off-guarded, and he couldn't help but get considerable damage.

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" (Hammard)

A very loud laugh, loud enough to make Lyan's ear hurt. Not only Lyan, but the girls are also covering their ears, but they had covered their ears before the man started to laugh.