The Bitch In The Fantasy World

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (3)

Vivian and Marie stepped inside a building.

Marie was carrying her equipment and went straight to the counter where there were two clerks, a Priest and a Priestess, sitting behind, both of whom were wearing White Cloaks.

Vivian, on the other hand, decided to look around.

This is the Blacksmith Shop...?

When Marie told her that she needed to go to the blacksmith to help her wear her armor because she couldn't do it by herself and Vivian had no experience in putting on a set of armor, she was expecting to see a dimly lit room with a burly dwarf or a long-bearded and mean-looking muscular old man forging a weapon with his scrawny assistant and they're all drenched in sweat while furnaces were coughing out flames and smoke.

She was even expecting some hardcore death metal music playing in the background. Instead, what she was seeing in front of her was just a normal weapon and armor shop with two clerks behind a counter.

And of course, they were still inside the compound of the land where the members of the Temple of Priests reside.

Marie was escorted to one of the rooms at the side by one of the clerks, a female in her mid-20s.

Vivian continued walking around, giving each item a quick glance before moving to another.

No price tags...

Some items were hung on the wall, while others were on top of tables. However, none of them had price tags.

She continued looking around before her eyes finally landed on a bardiche that was hanging on a wall.

The body was 6ft long and painted in silver, while the blade was 1ft long.

She reached out her hand to touch it but stopped mid-way and pulled back her hand.

"That's a good weapon, sister," a male voice suddenly said.

Vivian turned her head in the direction of where the voice came from and saw that it was one of the clerks behind the counter, a Priest in his early 30s.

"Great for slaying larger and tougher opponents even without enchantment and caring about the sharpness. But some would argue that a normal axe or mace would suffice. Well, I guess it depends on the person."

"I see," Vivian said before turning away and resuming to look around.

The man noticed the sword on Vivian's waist and her boots with metal covers.

"You practice [Sword Mastery] and [Leg Mastery]?"

Vivian stopped and returned her gaze to the Priest once more.

"Yes."

"I'm Brother Sike. I'm one of the people in charge of managing this shop."

"Sister Vivian," she replied and resumed searching around once again.

Noticing that Vivian wasn't in the mood to talk, he left her alone.

Vivian continued searching around until she noticed another interesting weapon.

Brass knuckles...?

In front of her was a pair of silver-colored brass knuckles. Back in the previous world that Vivian was from, specifically in the country she was born and raised in, carrying brass knuckles was no different from carrying a knife and gun. Once a man was seen carrying something like that, they would immediately attract unnecessary attention. However, what really caught her eye about the weapon was that it had some red words or symbols on the outer layer of its rings.