Chapter 29 - Ethan Asks His Goddess for Weapon!
"Alright, that's it for now."
After rummaging through the warehouse, Ethan finally selected over thirty defective weapons.
They were all swords and blades. It wasn't that he disliked other weapons, but these were all that were available.
Spears weren't something his dwarf friend specialized in making.
"That's all you're taking?"
The dwarf owner couldn't help but ask as he looked at the weapons Ethan had chosen.
Over thirty weapons sounded like a lot, but they were all defective products.
Their quality was mediocre, and if anything was wrong with them, they were essentially scrap.
In the end, these "trash" weapons would either be melted down and recast or sold cheaply as scrap.
Thus, the dwarf owner wasn't particularly concerned about them.
"Space is limited. Do you think my magic can store an infinite amount? It's linked to my magic power. I would love to take them all, but I have to be able to carry them."
"Alright then."
The dwarf owner didn't think too much about Ethan's explanation.
After all, no one could really say for sure how this kind of magic worked.
Plus, it was a personal matter, and it wouldn't be appropriate to ask too many questions.
He wasn't that kind of nosy person.
"Thank you this time, Whitebeard."
"You bastard, get out of here. I get annoyed just seeing you."
"Alright, alright, I'm going."
Ethan said as he walked out of the warehouse, then left without looking back.
The dwarf owner couldn't help but understand that the reason Ethan had come to him today was probably for this. He was a really cunning guy.
On the other side, Ethan left the dwarf owner's shop and went straight to the next floor.
He entered the elevator and went straight to the top floor.
His 'weapons' had been replenished, but he still had to be careful.
After all, these weapons were all consumables, and they were all defective products.
They were worse than his previous weapons, and they would break faster if used more.
"Hmm?"
As soon as he returned, Ethan saw a familiar figure.
"Ottar?"
Ottar's figure finally appeared again at the door of Freya's bedroom.
Ottar's appearance meant that Freya had returned.
It had been eight or nine days, and Ethan was curious to see how much his status had grown.
However, before Ethan could speak, Ottar spoke first.
"Freya-sama said, after you come back, go see her directly."
(PS: Freya-sama sounds better.)
"Inside?"
"Mhm."
As always, cherishing his words like gold, Ethan had almost gotten used to it.
'Dong, Dong.'
Arriving at the door, Ethan knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A languid voice came from inside, and only then did Ethan push the door and enter.
Ottar glanced at Ethan, a flicker of a different color passing through his eyes, but Ethan, with his back to Ottar, didn't catch that.
Entering the room, Ethan instinctively looked for Freya's figure.
On a throne belonging only to the goddess, Freya wore an exquisite white dress.
The pattern, outlined stitch by stitch, exuded elegance and nobility, with the edge's design being exceptionally beautiful.
However, under that pure white dress were a pair of perfect feet wrapped in lustrous black stockings.
To Ethan, the combination of black stockings and white attire seemed odd, but on Freya, it perfectly showcased all her charms.
"Does it look good?"
Freya, seeing Ethan staring at her as soon as he entered, smiled charmingly.
"It looks good."
That was the truth, really beautiful, far surpassing any celebrity beauties from before his transmigration.
When watching the anime, because of the animation quality, Freya was like a moving picture.
Although beautiful, it was just that.
But when you truly gaze upon Goddess Freya, you understand what 'flawless' and 'goddess' mean.
"Did you miss me these past few days?"
Clearly with a 'tempting' tone, it involuntarily led to fanciful thoughts.
"I did. I can't be at peace not seeing my goddess for a day."
"What a cute little guy."
Freya knew the credibility of Ethan's 'flattery' wasn't high, but she was pleased nonetheless.
It's like saying, 'money can't buy my happiness,' similarly, 'wealth can't bring me joy.'
"Do you have only this pair of 'black stockings'?"
"Uh, what's wrong?"
"Although it's comfortable and nice, the style is a bit monotonous."
Saying so, she lifted her beautiful leg, the layer of black stockings, especially the lace at the goddess's thigh, showcasing her charm.
"Other styles, yes, if it were someone else, I wouldn't give a single thread, but in front of Freya-sama, I have to bring out my treasures!"
Saying this, Ethan gestured, and card after card appeared out of the void, falling into his hands.
Although not the first time seeing this, Freya was still amazed, this 'child from another world' of hers is truly mysterious.
Short black stockings, long black stockings, pantyhose black stockings…
Transparent, semi-transparent…
A total of seven or eight types of black stockings, all of different styles, were presented in front of Freya.
Seeing these exquisite black stockings, Freya also smiled, with so many styles, she could match a lot of dresses for attendance, definitely making other goddesses envious.
"Very nice, tell me, what do you want as a reward?"
Putting away the black stockings, Freya looked at Ethan.
She had also understood Ethan, knowing his character, he wouldn't 'show anything good without asking in return.'
Even last time, he only offered a single pair of black stockings, this time bringing out so many, there must be a reason.
"Hehe, well, I want a better weapon. I'm a bit strapped for money, so I was hoping to ask Freya-sama for a favor..."
"A better weapon?"
"That's right, it doesn't need to be the best, a first-class weapon would do."
"You really dare to ask. First-class weapons are the strongest equipment in Orario."
"Ask for something outrageous, then settle for less. We can negotiate."
Seeing Ethan's thick-skinnedness, Freya was somewhat amused.
In all of Orario, only the guy in front of her dared to speak to her like this, but that's not bad.
No one knows, as the 'goddess of beauty,' Freya can easily win everyone's 'favor,' yet she herself is an incredibly 'lonely' goddess.
"Don't even think about a first-class weapon. There's a sword in the familia's treasury. Let Ottar deliver it to you tomorrow."
"A sword? What class?"
"It's a second-class weapon."
"A second-class weapon? That will do for now."
Hearing Ethan's words, Freya rolled her eyes. A second-class weapon is just okay? He really dared to say!
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