The doors of an old abandoned looking shop was opened to reveal Nador in his usual cloak covering his pointy ears and hair color stepping in with suspicious feeling in his very gut.
'This damn system better not be playing with my feelings!' He angrily thought as he walked over to the counter where a short dwarf sat looking dead... If not for the loud snores escaping his lips, Nador would have thougt the shop's run by a dead man.
"Oi! Shorty!" Calling him out, his response was a louder snore that overshadowed his voice.
"ZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!" Nador helplessly stared at the expansion of a mouth he had. Like seriously, how can his mouth open to such degree.
Within that same moment, a fly the size of a fingernail zoomed through the air and straight to it's death as it was swallowed whole.
*Cough!!* *COUGH!!!* *COOOOOUGH!!*
The dwarf's face turned crimson as he choked on the fly he struggled to get out his throat. His eyes scanned the shop for help before landing on Nador who stared back at him in confusion.
"H-Help ME BOY!" He struggled to say as he clutched his neck with his left hand before reaching out his right hands towards Nador's direction.
"I see no reason I should help you." Nador's reply poured the dwarf's body a bucket of ice cold water. How can this brat see an old man dying in front of him and yet act so nonchalant?
"W-WHAT DO YOU WANT!!!" The old man choked out of desperation to get saved by this unforgivable young brat.
"That's the problem... I don't know? I was referred here by a really annoying yet reliable friend for a weapon of choice, I'm sure you know where this is headed?"
Hearing the nonsense this greedy fucker was spewing, the old man saw his death approaching so he quickly rushed to the back of the room and bashed the glass vault keeping the strage box with golden colored runic inscription on it's pitch black body.
He tossed the package at Nador's face but it froze mid air before floating towards him at a slower pace.
*Thud!*
The old man collapsed on the ground as his sould was on the verge of ascension. Nador who was checking out the package saw that the generous old man was about to die without giving him a key to open this box and rushed to save him to further exploit him.
He touched the exposed chest of the old man and sent a wave of calm cold wind through the esophagus of the man before retracting back with the dead fly floating in the air.
Even after removing the cause of his problem, the old dwarf refused to get up or show any sign of reviving. After a whole minute of watching his chest rise and fall, Nador decided to take a look round the shop, seeing the variety of weapons and artifacts on display.
[Storms Eye activated]
[Iron Sword: (common grade)... ↓]
[Staff of Harmony; (Magic Grade)...↓]
He strolled before stopping before a door as he strained his pointy ears which were still concealed by the cloak to hear beyond the wall.
*Driiip* *Driiip*
"♪♪♪ ooh Crystal out flames of the earh♪♪
♥♥Quest forth and display your wrath♪♪
Strike down and burn without any obstacles ♪♪"
The sound of the steamy water running along with a beautiful feminine angle like voice entered his ears.
"What am I doing!?" Nador silently muttered as he slowly pushed the door opened only for a wooden ca e to strike down on his neck with sharp and painful precision.
*WHAAACK!!!!*
"Ow!" With a swift turn, he thrusts his fingers towards the eyes of the attacker but upon recognizing the attacker, his fingers paused a few centimeters away from the eyeballs of the old dwarf who mercilessly beat down Nador his savior with his wooden cane.
"Ack! Damn oldie! I saved your life and this is how you repay me!?!?" Nador said as he dashed away from the old man who closed in on him witb his cane drawn, ready to draw blood.
"Damn brat!! You not only exploited me, but was about to peek on my angel!!" No one could define the anger and hatered this old man now haboured against Nador who was hiding somewhere within this shop.
"Oh~~ I know ever nook and crook of this shop boy! Just give up and bring yourself to me... I promise to treat you with... Care~~" Nador who was hiding behind one of the various racks of weapons couldn't help but shiver at the wording of the old man. How can a fantasy book suddenly change genre and become a horror one? Damn author is on to something!
"Found you." Nador slowly turned to the side to see a wrinkled face peeking out from the side with wicked eyes and a wooden crane ready for blood.
"JESUS!!"
***
A few minutes later, Nador is seen kneeling before the old man and a new figure standing beside the old bastard.
Her pink shoulder length hair neatly packed in a ponytail swayed like a unicorns tail. (Lol)
Her toned skin reflected with tan lines, which was very exotic given the attire she wore. Her cleavage was revealed, as he G cups defied laws of gravity.
Her delicate lips and pretty nose attracted Nador's attention to for a playful tease. But it seems like her muscular physique refrained him from harbouring such thought for too long.
"And you say you are his daughter?" Nador silently muttered but was on the receiving end on the wooden cane which crashed on his head.
"What do you mean boy!!!" The old man seemed sensitive when it comes to matter regarding his height.
"Kekekeke ~ I like this one... Pa, can we keep him?" The girl who Nador found out was Fern Burch asked with a smile on her face.
'to think that I would be held captive by a female supporting character's family... How low have you fallen Nador!' Nador silently reprimanded himself but was shocked at the old man's next statement.
"... Regardless, I owe my life to you, thus giving you the chance to redeem yourself." The old swine said without an ounce of shame within his blood.
'Redeem? I sense something troublesome.'
"Fern here is going on a journey to retrieve a very precious ingot from a... Friend, and your job is to escort her and ensure that she remains safe throughout." He said with a pause.
'I knew it!! This chapter was made for my early demise!'
"And to show my appreciation, I shall give you this... One of my most prized weapon to have ever lay hand in my grasp... Vynland O' Vahlah, a Mythical grade weapon, although broken still holds great power." He said as he open the box with ease to reveal a broken spearhead with a very short grip.
"As you can see, it is not complete. It has two more sections that you need to find in order to bring out it's full potential. I entrust you with this to protect my daughter." He said before handing the weapon to Nador who stared at the spear with interest.
The spearhead was 35cm in length with an additional 10cm for the broken grip. It had a doubled edged spear tip made out of an unknown iron, and it's grip was of black wood with golden engravens on its body. To Nador, it looked like a halberd with regular flashy yet plain designs.
"Vineyard O' Lahlah? What a strange name?" Nador said, lifting his head from the weapon to meet the eyes of a now furious old man who slammed his cane on the head of poor old Nador.
"It's VYNLAND O' VAHLAH you cunt!!!!"