When Gauss returned to Falim, it was already late at night.
The biggest difference between a large city and a small town was the nightlife. Falim was lively at night, too, with bright lights and bustling streets everywhere.
Back in the city, the Dwarves, who had spent two days on edge, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
They returned to the Adventurer's Guild and settled the commission.
"Then we'll leave this Mithril to you."
Gauss and the others received their payment for the commission.
He hefted it in his hand. It weighed about twenty pounds, or ten kilograms.
Albenna inspected it, and after confirming the Mithril was of good quality, both parties considered the commission complete.
Don't underestimate those twenty-odd pounds of Mithril. According to Albenna, it should be enough to make three sets of armor for someone about Gauss's size, with some left over.
Mixed with high-strength steel, Mithril could increase the steel's defensive power several times over. It also improved mana conductivity, magical protection, and many other properties.
"We'll come with you."
Knowing that Bruno and the others were unfamiliar with the area, Gauss didn't mind temporarily joining them around the city.
After all, they were generous spenders.
There was nothing to lose by befriending them. Dwarves generally meant no harm; as long as you could put up with their blunt manner, most people could feel comfortable making friends with them.
"Cheers!"
Inside the tavern, mugs clinked and drinks flowed.
The Dwarves, who had been a little awed by Gauss, seemed like different people after a few drinks. Standing on a chair, their faces flushed, they draped an arm over Gauss's shoulder, waved their hands, and shouted,
"Gauss, I swear on my beard, you really ought to eat more. You're as skinny as a stick—you'll never attract women