บท 41: Chapter 41- New Gauntlet
Long Ren walked around the store, looking for anything remotely interesting. Many of the displayed weapons are of the generic weapon classes. Swords, Spears, Daggers, all that good stuff.
Gauntlets? There was only one, and its quality is sub-par at best, iron at worst. It's quite depressing really, trying to get a niche weapon without custom-making it.
Without things such as the internet, finding niche stuff felt hellish. At least he only wanted a gauntlet, not something completely weird, such as a weaponized lamp post.
If only he could just DM a gauntlet owner and bought it off of him. That'd be great.
As Long Ren got lost in his modern thoughts, Xing Lao and another old man approached and greeted him.
The old man introduced himself as the owner of the blacksmith, Ping Ping, a weird name, but Long Ren knew weirder.
He greeted him courteously, building a good relationship with a blacksmith could prove to be handy in the future, though, his master had already done that for him but doing this wouldn't hurt.
They moved towards the back of the shop, onto the smithing area. They kept receiving stares, some of jealousy, some of reverence, but all of them are useless to the trio.
Long Ren gazed at the smithing area, he had never been to one before, not in his home world, much less here. It was a unique experience.
The heat exploding from the forge room sweated his body while the chilling temperature of the cooling room turned his nose red. The stench of tons of ores smelted and forged throughout the smithy invades his nose.
Long Ren kind of hated it here. Who wouldn't really? Three different temperatures in one smithy, cold must be quite common here huh.
Not to mention the different types of ores smelted and mished-mashed into one giant gas of junk, spreading throughout the smithy.
Maybe only blacksmiths would enjoy these types of environment, a haven for them, but, hell for others.
Luckily for Long Ren, they soon reached the Ping's personal office, clean of the smithy's disgusting atmosphere.
They sat down at a meeting table, a servant brought teas and snacks as they arrived. It seems like Xing Lao and Ping Ping are close enough to not flex their cups on every single meeting.
"So, what kind of weapons you want boy?" Ping asked (A/N: I'm not writing ping ping every time .3.)
Long Ren tasted the served condiments and it tastes quite enjoyable, by this world's standard of snacks, of course, otherwise, it's sub-par.
"A gauntlet," Long Ren answered as he observed the man in front of him.
Ping Ping, though a weird name, is owned by a man of quite big and intimidating stature.
He looks to be around a stable 50, about 190 cm tall, always looking down on Long Ren, literally. Quite bulky muscles, presumably for smithy purposes, and a face that screams danger, or weirdo, either way, intimidating.
Ping showed a surprised face, "Gauntlet? It's been a while since someone wanted that," He said, tapping his hands on the table, "MING! DO WE HAVE A GAUNTLET IN STOCK?" He suddenly shouted, making Long Ren stumble.
It seems like Xing Lao is used to his antics, he didn't even flinch.
A smaller, around 20-year-old version of Ping, opened a door behind Ping's seat, "Don't shout old man, I'm literally behind you!" He grumbled while looking around the room, nodding to Xing Lao as he saw him.
The smaller boy, Ming looked at Long Ren and thought for a while. "We have two at the back, but one of them's trash while another is too good for this shit." He said with contempt in his eyes as he stared at Long Ren.
Long Ren's face twitched, 'This fucker…We haven't even talked a single sentence…', No matter, Long Ren would rather deal with the old man than this annoying piece of shit.
"Can I see them?" Long Ren said to Ping, to which he responded with a 'hum', meaning yes…maybe.
…
A few moments later, Ming returned with a ring in his hands.
"Dipshit, catch," He said, throwing the ring to Long Ren, only to receive a knock on his head, "Don't be so disrespectful of Xing Lao's boy!"
"Whatever old man, tch," He clicked his tongue, Long Ren felt like this guy doesn't like cultivators that much, but as long as he got his weapon, he couldn't care less about other's grievances.
Long Ren used the ring and took out two pairs of gauntlets, The first one, as Ming said, is complete and utter trash, not even worth mentioning. He probably brought this out only to fish out long ren's reactions,
The second one though,
*Whistle~*
A pair of gold-rimmed black gauntlets lay on the table. Long Ren tried the right side on and noticed the fur inside, creating a perfect environment to grip onto, not to mention, comfortable. Some sort of machination must be included to prevent sweat from building up.
A gold-colored spike protruded on each of the knuckles, mimicking a wolf's claws, it looks like his qi gauntlet, but better and an actual weapon. Mint-colored lining traced in between the claws and gauntlet.
Long Ren tried both of them on and gestured a few moves, it felt light, as if he wore nothing, yet the power unleashed is incredible.
He injected his qi into the gauntlet and realized it all relayed itself to the claws, which he quickly dissipates.
"Is there a training room here?" Long Ren asked, a bit excited, he wanted to play with his new toy, now! 'Maybe with this, I would be able to match her…'
…
Inside a small training room, specifically for small-scale weapon tests, Long Ren stood in the middle while a training dummy sat in front of him.
Xing Lao, Ping and Ming stood on the side, "The dummy can hold up until earth realm 10th layer cultivator attacks, go nuts boy!" Ping said, laughing heartily while Ming stood beside him practically glaring at Long Ren.
Long Ren noticed Ming's gaze and thought, 'this guy must really hate me huh,' and glared back.
Xing Lao grazed his beard, as he always does, thinking of things only he himself knew. 'This'll cost a lot,'
Meanwhile, Long Ren readied his stance. 'Let's see how much Yun Ning's freezing aura really affected me.'
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