So, in this world, armor +1 or higher wasn't rare. No, there was actually quite a lot of it. But... it depended on the circumstances.
For example, the Dwarf army's standard armor for Dwarf Miners was already +1...
Of course, theirs was basically all forged by hand.
There wasn't a single enchantment on it.
Now, back to this iron gauntlet. Even if it were simply sold or melted down, it would be worth at least 20 Gold Coins. As the stakes in a duel, it was indeed a little lacking.
The problem was... "You... you don't know? When a knight throws down his gauntlet, it means he's challenging you to a duel. And when you pick it up, it means you accept the challenge!" The Young Master Knight stared at the Dwarf Miner in disbelief.
"Hm? Do you humans have a rule like that? I had no idea. Well, it's almost dark, so run along home and go to bed, little baby." The Dwarf Miner looked sidelong at the Young Master Knight and spoke with complete confidence.
"You..." Seeing the Dwarf Miner's expression, the Young Master Knight grew so angry he trembled. Feeling that his "dignity" had been insulted, he clenched his fists and shouted, "Are you saying you're too scared to accept my challenge?"
"Oh, human boy, you should know that we Dwarfs take duels very seriously. Since you want to challenge me, I'll give you a chance." As he spoke, the Dwarf Miner took out a small keg of ale.
The keg was about the size of a human head. It didn't look very big.
"If you dare drink this whole keg of Dwarven Ale, I'll acknowledge that you're qualified to challenge me." As he spoke... the Dwarf Miner took a drink from the keg himself. "Oh, I'll