Spending my retirement in a game

chapter 12

Eisen woke up in the morning, his MP now filled again after his exercise the day before nearly depleted it. He stood up and got dressed, placing all of his items into his pocket.

After then bringing the keys back to the reception, he sat down in the restaurant and ordered breakfast, the same as the day before.

The young, pink-haired Waitress he met the other day was working again, and Eisen kept wondering if she wasn't too young to work. However, since he didn't know how stuff like that was managed in this world, he ignored it and treated her like any other waitress.

After breakfast, since Denmir shouldn't be at his shop around this time yet, Eisen thought he would look for Belrim. He stood up from his table after paying and walked to the bar.

He didn't expect anyone to actually be there at this time, but there were a number of people, most of which were Dwarves with dirt covering their arms and faces. There was one relatively large group sat in the corner, centered around the one Human in the group. He had short black hair and a cleanly shaven face and kept smiling smugly while talking to the rest of the group.

But Eisen ignored them, despite the loud conversations and laughter coming from that corner, and walked over to the actual Bar where he saw the man he was looking for.

"Good morning Belrim!" Eisen exclaimed and placed his hand on his shoulder while sitting down next to him, and the Dwarf quickly turned around in surprise. "Ah, Gramps! So how'd it gone at Morrom's place the other day? Got yer memories or skills back?" He asked and began to smile with the jug of Beer in his hand.

"Well, I got my racial skills and a title back at least, but other than that nothing. But I still wanted to thank you! Without you, I wouldn't have even known I could have those skills, to begin with." Eisen smiled happily, and Belrim began to laugh, "That's better than nothin'! And if ya wanna thank me, buy me a drink, you old geezer!"

Eisen laughed lowly and waved over the Barkeeper, and ordered another beer for Belrim, "Haha, ye're a good guy, Gramps!" Belrim laughed out and downed the beer he had standing in front of him in one go, and his jug was swapped out with one that was filled.

Belrim and Eisen continued talking for a while, simply about smaller stuff. During that conversation, he found out the importance of the mine under the town. It is at that spot where two huge veins of Iron and Mythril intersect. Since Eisen didn't know what Mythril was, he had Belrim explain it to him. It's a metal with a silver color, and it's incredibly light but strong at the same time, which was only made possible through the influence of mana that is naturally attracted to the metal.

While the two of them were talking about the general uses of Mythril, a loud noise interrupted their conversation.

Immediately, Eisen turned around to the source of the noise and saw the pink-haired waitress standing there in front of the group in the corner, picking up a few jugs that were thrown on the ground. Since the Restaurant and Bar were a joined business, it seemed like the Waitresses from the Restaurant also worked at the Bar when necessary.

Trying to figure out what happened, Eisen kept his eyes there suspiciously. "That's right, pick those up, you Fake!" The Human of the group yelled out, laughing with a vile face. The other men and women around him laughed as well and looked at her with despising looks.

When he noticed this as well, Belrim simply grunted and continued drinking his beer, "Damn Hendrick..."

"What do you mean? What's going on?" Eisen asked confused, a frown on his face.

Belrim sighed loudly and began to explain, "That girl over there is a Fey-Kin. Ye can see that from 'er bright pink hair and long ears, normally people don't have that, ya know? There's a stigma against Feys, which is completely idiotic. Many people say Feys are more monsters than anythin' else, so if there's a Half-Fey, they aren't easily accepted, hence people call them 'Fake', cuz it sounds like Fey-Kin and means she's a fake person. Pricks like Hendrick use that to look cool in front of others."