Reborn: No Care's

Master Maker

Eliz waited a moment, but Karanel paid no attention, so she looked around.

The first thing she headed to was the stand that was displaying jewelry.

This could have made Eliz look like a showgirl, but she was not.

Eliz was someone who couldn't even have a French manicure. She tried it once.

She took it off the same day; the long nails and sliding doors in the bathroom do not match together.

The jewels that lay before her were beautiful works of art. They were chiseled into delicate shapes, like flowers, animals, or ornaments. Each piece had a price tag that ranged from 20 to 50 gold.

The currency here was pretty simple. One thing Eliz could be grateful to the author for.

Anyone expecting complex financial functions in this novel will be disappointed.

There was only one currency; not even the other races used different currencies. And that was gold, silver, and copper.

When Eliz converted that into dollars, 1 gold was $100, 1 silver was $10, and 1 copper was $1.

Eliz did the math in her head. If she recalculated all her available finances, she now had $350,000 in hand. And that was a decent amount for simple pocket money.

Eliz's eyes glittered wastefully. In her life, she was just an ordinary office worker; something like throwing money around was impossible. Now she was encouraged to do so.

Eliz shook her head, however, and had to control herself.

She could not just be so wasteful; she needed those funds. Even with what she would get for rebuilding the estate, it probably would not be enough for what she had in mind.

"Can I help you?" Said a voice behind her.

Eliz turned to Karanel and walked back to the counter.

Karanel took his glasses from his eyes, and his eyes widened when he saw her and stood up.

"Young Miss Von Roseblood. What an honor to have you visit my humble store." The dwarf recognized her immediately and bowed.

Karanel was of average height for a dwarf. Eliz estimated that he was about 120 to 130 centimeters tall.

The thick beard that reached his belly was the color of chestnut and was neatly tied into the three braids that dwarves were so fond of using.

Although his hair was long, the top of his head was bone-straight and highly polished.

His eyes were dark, not black, but probably dark brown, his nose prominent and a little hooked, and his mouth wide and cheerful.

He wore a simple tunic tied at the waist with a velvet ribbon and brown pants down his legs. He wore no accessories other than the jewelry that held his beard.

Eliz smiled. "No need for pleasantries, Master Karanel." She said.

Karanel put on a modest expression, but although Eliz was not good at discerning the feelings of others, she could tell it was false modesty.

"You are too kind, miss. I would not call myself a master." He said.

Eliz raised an eyebrow at his words. She doubted it very much.

The author mentioned that he was a master maker. Could he be hiding his identity as a master? If so, she would rather not dwell on it.

"If you say so, Mr. Karanel. I must say that your business is beautiful. The way you have carved the walls of your store is truly breathtaking.

It's worth visiting for that alone." She flattered.

Karanel beamed with delight. Of course, Eliz had to butter him up. Someone who cares so much about the exterior of his store must have a special relationship with it.

"Ah, you have a good eye, miss! Not many people will notice that. They are all representations from our rich history." He puffed out his chest proudly.

Eliz nodded. "I can see that. You have excellent taste, Mr. Karanel." She continued to butter him up with compliments, but it was time to get down to business.

"You have some beautiful things here, Mr. Karanel. You make them yourself, I assume?" She looked around the store in detail.

Karanel nodded. "Yes. Are you looking for anything, in particular, miss? I'd be happy to recommend something."

Eliz returned her gaze to his, and he winced a little for some reason.

"I would appreciate that. I am looking for something that will protect a person from hexes or curses. Preferably both." Eliz had some expectation that he might have something like that.

Karanel scratched his beard thoughtfully, then nodded. "Wait a minute, miss." He said and walked to the back of the room.

Eliz had no problem waiting; after all, that was only part of the reason she had come here.

She had another request of him that would require his certain affection.

So first, she had to spend a certain amount of money.