For the first time in ages, I was getting a new armor set.
When Ohma and I entered the door, a bell jingled, signaling our arrival. A dark-skinned man in goggles was working in the back, hammering a sword.
"Yo! Smithy!" Ohma said.
"What's up, Ohma?"
"I brought you a new customer! His name's Ares!"
"Heh. I can always count on you to keep my business afloat!"
"It's no problem!"
Yep. This guy's name is Smithy too, and he looks the exact same as the one from Mechanicsville. That was a while ago, so I'm not sure if you still remember.
It was like Nurse Joy from Pokémon. In Serial Slain, there would be a Smithy in each blacksmith shop.
"What can I do for you?" Smithy asked me, putting down his tongs and raising his goggles.
"I'd like the Solomon armor set."
"Ah, you've been slaying demons, have you?"
"Yeah."
"You got all the materials for the full set?"
I nodded.
"Alright. Hand them over."
