Chapter 403 â The Old Man and the Bell
Translator: Kell | Editor: Weasalopes
ăDamn that kid. He wonât get away with it.ă
ăHe really got you there, Boss.ă
ăShut your trap!ăThe cat Beastwoman clenched her fist.
ăWhoa! Scary!ăThe dog Beastman leaped back nimbly.
A party of eight, all of them were Beastmen, except for one guy. Even in the Quinbland Empire, there were only a few places that had as high a percentage of Beastmen as Gordon.
It was a town with relatively little discrimination between races.
ăHeâs really taking his time. Someone, go check on him.ă
One of her friends entered the guild. A few moments ago, this feline beastwoman picked a fight with a young boy and got her ass handed to her instead. He was too strong. It was a mystery how such a small figure could hold such power. She was too surprised to react immediately.
ăYou outsiders have been acting awfully cocky lately. We canât back down here.ă
People drawn by rumors of gold came to Gordon in droves. But no adventurer had found gold yet; so far the only people in town were those who failed to find it. Some were attacked by monsters, while others were caught in rockslides.
As more and more adventurers lost their friends and funds, crimes rapidly increased. Those who looked down on beastmen even attacked beastmen living in peace. Beastmen adventurers had to show that they were strong.
ăMaâam!ăHer friend came back out of the building.ăH-Heâs not inside! Itâs like they just disappeared!ă
ăThey went out the back door! Letâs go!ă
The party quickly moved out.
ăMoron. Donât underestimate our sense of smell. We will find you.ă
Grinning, the feline beastwoman dashed towards the back of the guild.
ăNow that I think about it, something similar happened before.ăHikaru said.
The feline beastwomanâs party rushed to the back of the building, unaware that Hikaru and the girls were right under their noses. His Stealth was as effective as ever. Blending in with the other adventurers, they walked out in broad daylight unnoticed.
ăBefore?ăLavia asked, holding Hikaruâs right hand.
ăYeah. It was right after I came to this world. A couple of guys were messing with me at Pondâs guild.ă
Hikaru used Stealth to get away that time too. But something was different this time.
ăThese guys looked desperate. Well, whatever.ă
All Hikaru needed was information to find the Pozi settlement. Once they found it, they would never set foot in Gordon ever again.
ăAll right. Letâs go see them.ă
ăSee who?ăPaula asked. She was holding Hikaruâs left hand.
ăThe person who makes the bells that keep the wyverns away.ă
Hikaru grinned. Only a very small amount of wyvern bells were sold, as only those who ventured deep into the Potterat Mountains bought them. Not all adventurers bought the bells either. Many people thought it was nonsense.
They entered a store that sold daily necessities.
ăExcuse me, Iâm looking for a bell to ward off wyverns.ăHikaru said.
ăAh, we donât sell those anymore.ăthe shopkeeperâan old womanâsaid.ăMiners used to buy them, but not anymore.ă
ăWhere can we get some?ă
ăFrom the old man who makes them. I think heâs still around.ă
Bingo! Hikaru thought. It was the creator that he wanted to meet.
ăAre you an adventurer? You should stop looking for the Pozi settlement. It doesnât exist.ă
ăIâve never heard the name Pozi in my entire life, but lately itâs all Pozi this, Pozi that. Anyway, if the bells sell well, I might restock again.ă
Hikaru gave a wry laugh. After thanking the lady, they left the store and headed for the makerâs house, located far from Gordonâs main streets, in a corner where miners lived.
The small houses were built differently, and the roofs were not uniform in color, but there was a sense of unity in the way they huddled together.
Children were running around. Laundry fluttered above on ropes that were tied to the second floors of houses facing each other. One of the houses on the far end of a blind alley was made of old stone, as if it had existed before the town was built.
Hikaru knocked on the blackened wooden door.ăHello? Is anyone home?ă
There was no reply, only silence. He knocked on the door several times, but still nothing.
ăMaybe no oneâs home.ăLavia said.
ăNo, heâs in there.ă
Hikaruâs Mana Detection told him there was definitely someone inside, and they were ignoring the visitors.
Thatâs a lot of magic items.
What was more surprising was the large amount of magical energy near the person. The little amount of mana in each indicated that they were magic items.
ăYou leave me no choice.ă
If youâre gonna ignore us, then weâll invite ourselves in.
The unlocked door opened easily. There was a table, two chairs, and a kitchen. There seemed to be more rooms at the back of the long and narrow house. The person they were looking for was in the next room; it had no door, so they could easily see inside.
ăWho are you? I did not invite you in.ă
In the middle of the small room was a mat, where an old man sat working, his back hunched over. His shaggy, gray hair hid his eyes.
Heâs not human⊠Looks like one, but heâs of a different race. I donât know what, though.
The walls were lined with fist-sized cowbells. They were a dull vermilion color, with circuits etched into the metal surface.
So there are all magic items.
ăWe wanted to buy wyvern-warding bells.ăHikaru said.
ăAre you an adventurer too?ă
ăThereâs plenty of what you want over there. Just get some.ă
Does he hate people? Or maybe heâs just not interested in doing business. If he was business-minded, he wouldnât be living in a place like this, and if an outsider showed up, he would try to sell more.
Hikaru took out a few silver coins and placed them on the old manâs tool desk.
ăToo much.ăthe old man said with a cranky tone.
ăBetter than too little.ă
ăIf youâre done, you may leave.ă
Hikaru grabbed a bell that was right next to him and exited the house together with Lavia and Paula.
ăI wonder if he hates people.ăLavia said.
Hikaruâs mind was somewhere else. The old man was making bells, but he had no intention of selling them. Weird.
The magic items, as far as he could tell with Mana Detection, were the kind that actually worked as intended, not just for some superstition or for peace of mind. He had no idea if they actually worked against wyverns, though.
Whyâs he making a lot of them?
Hikaru tried to shake the bell, but no sound came out. There was, however, a faint ripple of mana. It dissolved into the air, but it felt like it had an effect on the atmosphere somehow.
I can detect mana with Mana Detection, but I canât tell what kind of phenomena it creates.
Hikaru wondered if he should use his Soul Board to heighten his senses.
Hikaru noticed a figure walking towards them from up ahead. He was too focused on the bell to notice her approach. It was none other than the feline beastwoman from the guild.
ăOh, hello there.ăHikaru said.ăHavenât seen you since the guild.ă
ăHelloâwait, no! Whereâd you go?! You didnât do anything to gramps, did you?!ă
ăThe bellmakerâs my gramps!ă
ăDoesnât look like youâre the same race.ă
ăOf course not. I was an orphan and gramps took me in. Wait, you so did see him!ăShe was alone, but she was staring daggers at Hikaru.ăYou better not have done anything to him.ă
What if I told her I did? Hikaru wondered. Nah, no point.
ăI did nothing. Just bought a bell.ăWhen Hikaru showed her the bell, she appeared relieved.
ăWe canât have a kid like you wandering around.ă
Hikaru looked at the bell and then the woman.ăFine.ăHe left it on the ground.ăBye, now.ă
The feline beastwoman was caught off-guard.
The next morning, a hung-over feline beastwoman stumbled out of her room.
ăOw⊠My head hurtsâŠăshe said.
ăHangover? Want some water?ă
ăOh, thanks. Wait, what are you doing here?!ă
The boy from yesterdayâHikaruâwas at her home.
ăYou told me to give the bell back, so I came here to get a new one.ă
ăYou think this is some kind of a joke?! OwâŠă
ăDo you need a healing spell?ăPaula asked, running over to her.
ăAh, yes, please. Wait, no!ăShe clutched her head in pain once more.
ăIâll cast a spell, okay, Miss Beastwoman?ăPaula began chanting.
The woman wore an awkward look.ăItâs Farna. My nameâs Farna.ă
ăOkay, Farna. All done.ă
ăThanksâWow! My headacheâs gone!ă
ăPaula is incredible.ăLavia said, wearing a smug grin.
ăWhatâs will all the ruckus? Itâs too early in the morning.ăThe old man appeared.ăYou got your bell, so leave.ă
Hikaru came early to procure a new bell. The old man apparently heard about what happened from Farna.
ăWe brought some food. How about some breakfast?ă
Hikaru took out the meal they had bought on the way hereâsome hotdog because Lavia insisted, and some fruit.
ăWe donât want any.ăthe old man said.ăWe will not indulge youâă
Farnaâs stomach grumbled.ăUh, gramps. Iâm kinda starving.ăShe held her stomach, and the old man heaved a long sigh.
The old man took a hotdog and left a bell, perhaps as payment, and went back to his manufacturing room.
ăPondâs hot dogs are the best in the continent. You can find them in every city!ăLavia looked smug again, eating a hotdog with ultra-spicy sauce.
Selica had kept her word of including hot sauce on the menu. It had been a while since Hikaru had a Pond Hotdog. The sausage had a nice, chewy texture, and the sour sauce spread in his mouth along with the meat juice. It was a hot dog with onion sauce, not the standard ketchup and mayonnaise.
ăSo, you guys still wanna climb up the mountains? Just donât. If there was gold, it wouldâve been found ages ago.ă
Upon talking to Farna, Hikaru learned that she was a nice adventurer. She just hated outsiders who caused chaos, so she picked on him to assert dominance. Hikaru was annoyed, but he could understand her anger for the strangers that had made the town less safe.
ăYouâre pretty strong for someone so young.ăFarna said.ăWhatâs your rank?ă
ăWhat?! Same as me?ăFarna was shocked.
ăYouâre not related to the old man, right?ă
ăNope. Anyway, D? Damn.ă
ăHikaru-sama is amazing.ăPaula affirmed.
Farna looked perturbed.ăI mean, D? Thatâs like, one step from being top notch!ă
ăHikaru-sama is amazing.ă
ăI think your friendâs got a problem.ăFarna whispered to Hikaru.
I know that, so please donât ask me about it.
ăSo you lived here your whole life?ăHikaru asked.
ăYeah. I donât know about gramps, though. He was already old when he picked me up.ăShe laughed.ăAnyway, Iâm full now, so Iâm leaving for work.ă
ăWork? Going adventuring?ă
ăYup. Gordon adventurers hunt down monsters in the forest. Donât do anything to gramps while Iâm gone!ă
ăYou think Iâm some kind of a thug?ă
Farna no longer thought of Hikaru as a rich manâs son or an adventurer playing with his money. She flashed a grin, then left.
ăIâm gonna talk to the old man.ă
Hikaru left Lavia and Paula behind and moved to the next room. As usual, the old man was creating anti-wyvern bells.
ăMr. Hoya. I want to talk to you about something.ă
Silence. He was completely ignoring Hikaru. It wasnât that he couldnât hear him. He just didnât want to talk. Do anything to the old man? Heck, heâs ignoring me. Hikaru didnât really mind, though.
ăIâve been wondering what youâre gonna do with all these bells. The shop said they donât sell them anymore, and you donât want to sell them to adventurers whoâre chasing rumors of gold. But youâre still making them, nevertheless.ă
ăYou think the wyverns are gonna attack the town, arenât you?ă
The old manâs hands suddenly stopped moving. I knew it, Hikaru thought.
ăYouâre preparing for their eventual attack. You want to give the bells to the people of the town. The magic items in here do look like they have some kind of an effect, though I donât know how much. But you know that theyâre effective.ă
There were many different kinds of magic items, but the underlying sorcery was somewhat fixed. It was like a secret sauce or mathematical formula that had been passed down from generation to generation, the result of continuous research and optimization from the past to the present.
Hikaru also had knowledge of sorcery because of Roland, his bodyâs original owner.
ăThis magic item does indeed work, but this inscription is not something I have ever seen. I canât imagine what kind of effect it has either. Where did you learn of this?ă
ăLet me change the question. You learned this from the mythical mountain tribe, the Pozi, didnât you?ă