In short, since there was no more information, I lost interest in the black stone tablet and it was more important to get back to Port Luca as soon as possible.
Basaka seemed to have something to tell me at the end, but he pouted and couldn't squeeze out a single word for a long time. He could only embark on his journey back to "Port Luca" once again.
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It was almost afternoon, and the sky was gradually getting dark. They finally arrived at "Port of Luca" in time. However, as they entered the port, Basaka jumped off the dragon carriage.
"Boss! Thank you so much for taking care of me along the way. I won't stay with you any longer!"
After saying that, he disappeared in a flash. Although he can be unreliable at crucial moments, he's still a decent person. At least he played the role-playing game with me until the end.
"I'll go see him again when I have time."
Since we were both in "Luca Port," with that in mind, I drove the dragon chariot into the port alone, and then turned straight towards the dwarven blacksmith shop.
Although the sky was gradually darkening, it wasn't actually night yet; it was just that the rainy season was approaching, so dark clouds were beginning to gather.
When I entered the port, I did consider using magic to change the weather. Although I couldn't bring back a sunny day, I could at least disperse the dark clouds.
In the end, I decided to give up.
Doing that would probably displease some people. Besides, I've been told by Sylvie that rashly manipulating the weather won't do any good.
Most importantly, forcibly changing the timing of the rainy season might have negative consequences for Port Luca and even the entire Dororo region.
Upon arriving at the dwarf's shop, I discovered that its layout remained unchanged since my departure, and even the man himself was still there, leisurely sipping his strong liquor.
"Aha! I knew you'd come back safe and sound today!"
It seems that he noticed the dragon carriage here early on. After realizing that it was me on it, he drank two cups of wine and then the dwarf boss shouted excitedly in my direction.
"Long time no see! Old man with the white beard!"
"Hehe! Don't be so polite, just call me Guilford, how about it, isn't it..."
Judging from his appearance, he had probably been sitting at the door waiting for me for a long time. So, are dwarves also the kind of race that can predict the future?
"Don't worry, old man with the white beard, it's a whole big jar!"
"Really? That's great! Let me try it!"
When I mentioned that I had brought back a whole jar of the orc tribe's specialty liquor, Guildford's eyes would light up, but his gaze wasn't on me; he was fixed on the back of the dragon carriage.
"Is it really that exaggerated?"
I jumped off the dragon carriage, then opened the curtain in the back compartment, just as I was trying to figure out how to get the barrels down, when I heard Guildford's voice.
"Ah...this wild flavor is indeed a specialty wine brewed by the orcs. Little one, hurry up!"
Sniff sniff~
"It doesn't taste like anything."
Moreover, to prevent the wine from spilling on our return journey, the white-bearded orc had it sealed in special wooden barrels. In other words... there wasn't a single trace of wine wafting out.
Only those who truly know, understand, and love wine can, like the dwarves, immediately detect its rich aroma, even from a great distance.
But obviously, I'm not that kind of guy. When it comes to alcohol, I just use some kind of fruit juice instead. After all, I'm not old enough to drink alcohol yet, except for beer, which has a low alcohol content and is fine to drink in moderation.
However... it is still recommended that minors be prohibited from drinking alcohol.
Since Grandpa Whitebeard had indeed filled a huge bucket for me, I couldn't carry it off the dragon carriage and had to let Guildford climb up himself.
"...What! It's such a big bucket! Little guy, how did you do that!"
"Uh... anyway, it wasn't stolen!"
"Hehe! That's good! That's good!"
In short, it would be very troublesome to explain, given the huge changes that had occurred in the orc tribes. Therefore, I did not intend to explain to Guildford. What I was most concerned about was what kind of materials such a large barrel of specialty wine would be used to make Lilith's prosthetic limb.
"Is everything confirmed, Guildford?"
"It's confirmed! I'm absolutely certain this is the special wine brewed by the orcs themselves!"
Upon hearing Guildford's words, I immediately jumped onto the barrel and sat on it to prevent him from sneaking a sip while I wasn't looking. After all, the most important negotiation was about to begin, and who knew if he would go back on his word and forget the agreement?
"Well... let's talk about our previous agreement!"
"You mean that girl's prosthetic leg? Don't worry, it was fitted a couple of days ago, and she should be able to control it by now?"
"...? It's already installed?"
"Hey! You're not kidding me, are you?!"
"How could that be? I'm swearing on the reputation of the entire dwarf race. How could I possibly lie to you? Just go back and see for yourself."
While the dwarves are indeed trustworthy, and he has no reason to lie to me, there is one thing I can cut corners on.
"You wouldn't... have used some kind of inferior material, would you!"
According to normal forging techniques, the better the material, the more difficult it is to create a custom-made item, and the longer it takes. Even though I started forging when I left, only two weeks have actually passed.
It's impossible to create Lilith's prosthetic limbs in such a short time using the best materials. Even if it were made by a dwarf, I still feel like this guy is lying to me.
"Don't worry! It's definitely top-quality material!"
"You really believe I'll bring back this specialty wine?"
"I might not believe it in others... but you possess such magic at such a young age, and besides, those eyes of yours, aren't they demonic eyes!"
Upon hearing this, I was completely stunned. Apart from Lilith and the others, I had never told anyone that I had obtained the Mystic Eyes. How did he know?
"Hehe! Little guy, don't forget, I'm a dwarf. The Magic Eye is something many people can only dream of. To others, it may look just like a normal eye, but to me, it's a pair of sparkling gems!"
"is that so?"
"Haha... Don't worry."
"Will there be any side effects or aesthetic defects?"
Yes, the kind where wearing it causes the body to reject the metal, or causes infection with some kind of metal virus, or even a completely metal arm that's easily recognizable.
"The girl seemed to like it quite a bit. Anyway... she probably looks exactly the same as she did before she lost her arm."
"That's wonderful! Thank you so much, Guildford!"
"You're welcome!"
Hearing Guildford's affirmation, I finally felt relieved. After all, I was primarily responsible for Lilith losing her left arm, and hearing that she could recover made me feel much better.
"Then... can I have a taste now?"
"Oh...of course, the whole bucket is yours!"
Only then did he realize that he was still sitting on the barrel, so he quickly jumped down to make room for Guildford so that he could enjoy himself to the fullest.
"Hehe! Then I won't be polite."
"In that case, I'll take my leave."
Yes, I'm really curious to see how Lilith feels right now. I imagine that being able to return to normal would be the happiest thing for her at this moment.
After saying goodbye to Guildford, I ran all the way to the hotel I had rented earlier.
"I remember it's a little closer from here, isn't it?"
This is a narrow alley leading to the working-class area. Even in the dim light, it is easy to see straight through. It seems that "Port Luca" was built in a grid pattern, so there is no need to worry about getting lost.
Therefore, I chose a slightly shorter route and took a different one.
Maybe I'll find a Lovers' Trail or something, but that kind of thing doesn't interest me at all anymore.
"Get out of the way!"
Just as I was about to return to the hotel to enjoy a celebratory moment with Lilith, a group of people suddenly ran up from the other side of the alley and started yelling at me.
"Um... what's going on?"
But I have no time to observe them now, so to avoid unnecessary conflict, I chose to stick to the wall and make way for them.
But just as I brushed past them, I noticed that the two people in the middle were carrying a burlap sack, and a white arm was sticking out from the sack, which required two people to run through.
There's probably a child inside!
"Is it another kidnapping gang? These guys are really persistent!"
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