episode_0012
by fnovelpia“Anyway, I will now run the blacksmith shop that my father used to run. Cheaper than before. Come visit us anytime. We will provide you with high quality products at low prices. Hehehe!”
After making a quick sales pitch, the man smiled lightly and started looking at the display stand. All he had were a few knives that he made in an instant and a few that were already in stock, but he was still a man who looked at him closely. It seemed like he was trying to gauge my level.
“This knife is yours… … . Was it made by the skeletons behind there?”
“Yes. How do you feel?”
“My wife won’t be satisfied, but it’s still a pretty good product.”
The man, who is a retired knight and has an eye for a blade, gave the same evaluation as my father.
“You say you run a blacksmith shop, so this guy will be your first customer. There were other customers before me, right?”
“This is my first time.”
The man chose a kitchen knife made by a skeleton. It was the most recently made product, and as the skeletons developed little by little, it was the highest quality product made so far.
“That one costs 5,000 med, and the one next to it is sold for 4,000 med.”
“… … How much is this?”
“5,000 Med.”
“5,000 Medranai… … ! To buy something of this size from the new blacksmith shop, you have to pay 20,000 med. Is it really 5,000 meds?”
The man looked like he couldn’t believe the price of 5,000 med. However, this was inevitable because iron products, which were all made by hand, boasted considerable prices. Moreover, since it was not something that could be made just because one wanted to make it, the value of iron products was two or three times the salary of a beginner in society.
When I heard that they were selling such iron products for only 1/4 of the original price, the man could not believe it.
“To begin with, our blacksmith shop was a blacksmith shop that sold good quality products at reasonable prices. And, the new blacksmith shop is making profit.”
Of course, even so, the current selling price is about 1/3 of the price it was sold at at our blacksmith shop. By using a skeleton, labor costs could be saved and the time required for production was not long.
Labor costs accounted for most of the cost of iron products. Since it was made by a blacksmith, who could be considered a craftsman, the labor cost of the product itself was very high. However, since those labor costs disappeared, it was possible to sell it very cheaply.
Of course, that didn’t mean there was any loss. Even excluding the cost of raw materials, fuel costs, skeleton maintenance costs, and blacksmith operating costs, there was a decent amount left over. The labor costs of a blacksmith were expensive.
And, it was clear that by setting the price at this level, we would be able to completely ruin the opposing blacksmith shop, which had disappointed my father, who has no muscles but a soft heart.
If the other person suffered a huge loss and I had something to spare, it was obvious what the outcome would be. This wasn’t even a game of chicken. It’s a game where victory is already assured.
“Then I’ll buy one of these too. Oh, is it possible to sharpen a knife?”
“Two of them cost 9,000 Med. Of course, it is also possible to sharpen a knife. Since you purchased two, next time you come, we will replace both for free.”
“Oh! Thank you!”
The man was very pleased and handed me coins worth 9,000 Med. After confirming that it was 9,000 Med, I simply packed the two knives the man had chosen.
“Hehehe… … . I guess I can save about 1,000 med as an emergency fund.”
The man, carrying two packed kitchen knives, smiled as he left the blacksmith shop. He said he bought it for about 10,000 meds and seemed to be planning to make about 1,000 meds into an emergency fund. Although the lady was not easy, it was obvious that she would never have thought that she would be able to buy two bags of 9,000 meds in the first place.
“I’m your first customer, so I’ll have to help you when I come later.”
If a woman came to me and asked if I really sold two bags for 10,000 med, I decided to say yes. Then, it was obvious that the lady would be surprised by the price and become a regular again, and the guy who had 1,000 med in an emergency fund would also fall in love with my service and become a regular again.
Anyway, once we started doing business like that, people started flocking quickly. This was partly because the new blacksmith shop was making profits as soon as it monopolized the market, and partly because Amy’s uncle had spread the word that this place was cheap and good.
Naturally, people flocked in, and orders began to pile up quickly. In addition to the kitchen knives they mainly sell, there were orders for various other items. The order was to make iron products in the shape they wanted or items that had not been made yet.
“Father. Can I make an ax similar to a sword?”
“It’s a little different. A hole must be drilled where the sack will fit, and the body must be thick to make it easy to split the wood. And the thickness of the body must be adjusted depending on the method of use.”
“There is more to worry about than I thought.”
“That’s right.”
Orders poured in for not only axes that had not yet been made, but also pickaxes, sickles, shovels, and other iron products.
With the help of his father, he taught the skeleton how to make such products. Still, because there were so many orders piling up, there was no choice but to start operating the blacksmith shop 24 hours a day.
The amount produced by the four skeletons non-stop for 24 hours was very large. Thanks to this, I literally started earning money like I was pulling it in with a pitchfork. They were doing it so well that I thought this was better than holding funerals for high-ranking nobles, which was a bit of a drudgery.
The size of the market itself is not large, so these profits may not last long, but that is not a problem as all you have to do is pioneer a new market.
Anyway, as we started releasing the quantities produced 24 hours a day at a low price, we started to get a response. That is, from the man who caused my father to close his blacksmith shop.
“Hey! Owner! Come out!”
A rugged-looking man came to the front of the blacksmith shop, kicked down the door, and started looking for me.
It was a human who was the owner and blacksmith of the blacksmith shop that I had quietly passed by not long ago. Even though it’s not like he’s a flattering person, he’s full of rugged muscles and has a very rugged look.
“Hey? Owner? Come out?”
I was sitting sprawled out on a chair set up like a counter and wiggled my eyebrows as I watched the guy’s behavior. And, to control the momentum, I took out the tobacco that I had prepared in advance.
After using black magic to create a black flame in the air, he lit it and sucked in the smoke from the beginning of the year. Of course, it was not an ordinary beginning of the year, but a beginning of the year that helped restore dark magic. Battle of the Four… … No, it was because using the blacksmith’s skeleton and the housekeeping skeleton at home consumed a considerable amount of black magic power.
After taking a deep breath of the tobacco, I exhaled the gray smoke, frowned, and gave him a look.
“What.”
Since I knew who the other person was anyway, I had no intention of responding politely. I may have been a customer, but I had no intention of welcoming Jinsang warmly, who was not even a customer.
“Uh, uh… … . Well, that… … .”
Of course, the guy who came in with a lot of energy started to look pale when he saw me and the skeleton banging a hammer inside. It seemed like he had never thought that a warlock would be hanging out here.
Most people who lived in the village from the beginning knew that I had become a warlock, but most of those who came from outside did not know that fact, so it was not strange. When we returned to the village, there was even a soldier who rang a bell to signal an enemy attack.
Anyway, in order to put a little more pressure on the guy who was so embarrassed, I adjusted the skeletons. The four skeletons were banging the metal in rhythm. Even with his gaze turned towards that guy.
“Hi!”
bang! bang! bang! When I made him look at the beat and hit the hammer, he took a step back, making a thin sound that was unbecoming of his bulky body.
It seemed like if I took a few more steps like this, I would be out the door again, so I immediately used black magic to close the door. Of course, bang! Strong enough to make a sound.
“Ugh!”
As the door suddenly closed, the guy’s face turned pale and he tried to open the door. But my dark magic was still active, so he couldn’t open the door.
” He told me to come out. If you call me, you have to say something, can you just try to stand out? I’m really curious why you called me.”
“Uuuu!”
As I approached him, puffing out gray smoke, he started moving as if he had been struck by lightning. I couldn’t help but laugh at that sight.
“Don’t be scared, I’m a certified warlock. I have no intention of putting a curse on that person for no reason or killing him and turning him into a skeleton.”
“Go, public figure… … .”
He took out the certificate he always carried with him and showed it to me. The lightly shining token proved itself to be genuine, and the person who confirmed it seemed relieved. No, rather than being relieved, I felt like I was regaining my confidence.
So I decided to put some pressure on it again.
“Hmm… … . But, if you make a skeleton from a blacksmith’s corpse, will you become better at metallurgy?”
“Hiyak!”
Anyway, I couldn’t throw away my qualifications as a certified warlock just because of this guy, so I had no intention of actually doing it. Of course, my curiosity was genuine.
Anyway, after making him feel intimidated again, I inhaled deeply the smoke from the beginning of the year and looked at him.
“So, what is the owner of the blacksmith shop over there doing here?”
“That… … .”
He seemed slightly hesitant at my question. But soon, as if he had made up his mind, his expression began to turn grim. Seeing his muscles bulge slightly, it seemed like he was planning to use his body to put pressure on me. It seemed like this wasn’t the first time he had done something like this.
“There is commercial morality! What should I do if they sell it so cheaply?”
“Ha!”
I couldn’t help but snort at the sight of him shouting loudly with his scary face. There was nothing I could do about it since a guy who had no morals was talking about commercial ethics.
I wondered if he didn’t remember the time he dumped cheaply and caused his father’s blacksmith shop to close due to financial difficulties.
“I don’t think that’s what you want to say, right? You sold it too cheap, discouraged your competitors, and now you’re making a profit, right? Where is the commercial morality here?”
“It’s natural to be pushed out of the competition!”
He was just a typical person, ‘If I do it, it’s romance, if someone else does it, it’s adultery.’ And, there was only one way to make these people realize reality.
“Then you too have been left out of the competition, so you will just be left out.”
It was to make him realize that what he had done was not romance but an affair. It could also be said to be a forcibly injected reverse dose.
I approached the guy, puffing out gray smoke, thinking about forcing him to take the position of the enemy. Of course, this time, the black magic that fixed the door had been released.
“Ugh!”
Ujijik!
And, astonished by my actions, the guy started screaming, opened the blacksmith shop door in the opposite direction, and ran away. No, shit! What if I open it like that!
As if the muscles weren’t there for nothing, the door opened in a direction it shouldn’t have due to its strength. Of course, in the process, the door suffered considerable damage, and even the hinges were broken and it fell to the floor.
“… … Oh, Mr.”
I decided to bring in a skeleton who was banging on a piece of iron and have him fix the door, and get revenge on that guy.
The force injector for reverse massage is activated, you bastard. I will also serve as revenge for making a one-way swing door bi-directional.
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