"Mother Earth?"
Nalant understood at once. Sure enough, in this fantasy world, every living being seemed to have its own faith, and all manner of gods had quite a following here.
"Nalant, what are you asking about that for? If you need any help, you can tell me." Seeing Nalant deep in thought, Roel could not quite figure out what he was planning.
"Nothing, Roel. I was just asking casually. I was actually planning to buy a batch of ordinary weapons from the dwarves as well."
Naturally, Nalant could not reveal what he was planning.
The moment he saw Cody's face earlier, he had decided not to let that fellow have an easy time of it.
Not to mention that arrogant, overbearing look of his.
Just the fact that he was using equipment snatched from the Divine Maiden to gain benefits made Nalant find him exceptionally unpleasant to look at.
And now that he had learned from Roel of a way to make dwarves keep their oaths, the risk of being cheated by them had greatly diminished.
Ever since Nalant came to this world, whether nobles or barbarians, all treated oaths sworn to gods with the utmost solemnity. It was nothing like his previous life, where countless people broke their promises and grew fat from it.
Especially tribal peoples like the barbarians, who held endless reverence for the gods they believed in. The dwarves presumably would not be much different.
"Alright!" Roel did not think much of it, believing that Nalant had truly only asked because he intended to conduct an ordinary transaction.
But then, Roel suddenly remembered something.
Nalant was clearly a mage. This time, having found Master Muer, he could actually have a staff forged.
The reason Roel had originally offered to forge him a longsword was because