Starting with the goblin extermination

next second.

Dalak rubbed the fur vigorously with both hands, following its texture, feeling the incredible smoothness and abrasiveness.

The texture is clear, the fur is relatively intact, and look at the feel... hey, it's fucking comfortable.

Without a doubt, this is the fur of a shadow leopard, and judging from its size, it belongs to a relatively large female leopard.

It is stronger and more difficult to deal with; ordinary level one professionals are simply no match for it.

ordinary.

The thought of this word left Dalark somewhat numb.

Indeed, this monster cannot be viewed through the eyes of an ordinary person.

Dallak excitedly punched Logan in the chest.

boom!

Dalark felt as if he had hit a steel plate, the impact making his fist slightly numb.

Logan simply clutched his chest, feigning pain as he winced, then laughed.

"Damn it, what a monster," Dalark cursed inwardly.

"I knew you were talented, but I didn't expect it to be this fast!"

Dalark patted the huge animal hide, spitting as he spoke.

"You even skinned the Shadow Leopard from the deepest level! Who would have thought! You know, I just posted a bronze-level commission on the guild to buy this thing two months ago, bronze level!"

"Oh, how did it go?"

"Not so good. Four professionals barely managed to finish by carrying two wounded soldiers, and the animal hides were torn with several large holes. It wasn't as clean and efficient as your kill!"

Dalark stroked the fur with obvious delight, muttering to himself.

"This is top-grade material for crafting magical armor. The Shadow Panther's light-absorbing and stealthy skin properties are practically tailor-made for wanderers..."

At this point, Dalark's eyes darted past Logan to Elsa beside him, then he grinned slyly.

"Oh, you little rascal, so you're here to change your little sweetheart's outfit."

Elsa paused slightly, her pointed ears instantly turning red, but she didn't refute.

Logan shrugged and readily admitted it.

"That is indeed the purpose."

Logan had this idea after killing the Shadow Panther.

Throughout the fighting, Elsa wore only a simple leather armor, which looked like the same one she had worn in the past.

Although Thorin's items are reliable, and the wanderers always lurk in the shadows to deliver a fatal blow, they rarely engage in close combat.

But the monsters they face will definitely get stronger and stronger, and Logan can't keep pinning his hopes on the lucky break that Elsa won't get hit.

Using shadow leopard skin to make magical armor not only reduces expenses and solves Elsa's protection problem, but may also further enhance her stealth ability and speed, making it a worthwhile investment.

Elsa agreed to use her money to do it.

As for myself.

Logan looked down at the ring armor he was wearing, which had many cracks. It was indeed a good piece of armor, having helped him withstand a lot of damage, but out with the old, in with the new; perhaps it was time to replace it.

In addition to armor, his longsword was effective against low-level monsters, and even against high-level monsters like the Shadow Leopard, he could still inflict fatal damage with his [Thrust] combat skill.

But Logan began to feel a sense of powerlessness.

I'll ask Dadak later.

Dallak gestured to indicate the size of the leopard skin, then patted his chest.

"No problem. This material is quite substantial; I'll use it as a base to craft an enchanted leather armor for your little sweetheart."

"Wearing it will not only increase your speed, but also make you invisible to everyone in the shadows."

"As for the money, you'll need to pay me an additional 10 platinum coins for the materials and labor. Don't worry, this price is absolutely fair."

Logan didn't haggle; he simply nodded.

The price is not low, but it's still acceptable.

Logan was rather curious to see what the armor's stats would look like.

"Okay! I'll pick up the goods in a week."

Dalak quickly rolled up the shadow leopard skin and locked it in the cabinet, as if afraid Logan would change his mind.

He glanced at Elsa again and waved his hand.

"Also, don't worry about the size. Magical items will adapt to the wearer's body shape, ensuring a comfortable fit as if you're not wearing anything at all."

Upon hearing this, Logan subconsciously rubbed the [Abyssal Thorn Ring] on his hand. Indeed, he hadn't noticed before that this magical ring, which originally adorned the orc's thick finger, instantly shrank after being slipped onto his finger, perfectly fitting his shape.

"As for you."

Dallak roughly patted the ring armor on Logan, making a clanging metallic sound.

"It can be repaired, but now that you've already taken the job, why don't you consider getting a new one?"

It must be said that Dadlach knows how to do business.

Logan was indeed tempted.

A suit of armor, gleaming with a jet-black sheen, was handed to Logan.

"Chain armor. It's nothing like the ring armor you're wearing now, where iron rings are sewn onto your leather coat. This thing is made by me hammering out individual steel rings, interlocking them, and riveting them together. Its defensive power is at least twice that of your ring armor, and—"

Dalark shook the chainmail in his hand; it swayed softly like ripples on water.

"See? Don't let its weight fool you, it will fit your body evenly once you put it on, allowing you to move however you want."

Logan put on the chainmail.

It was close to the skin, cold, yet extremely smooth.

Thanks to his strength, which had surged to 8 points after he took up the job, Logan didn't feel any noticeable weight in the heavy chainmail.

He tried rotating his waist and abdomen, and suddenly made a standard thrusting motion.

Swish!

There was no sense of obstruction.

The chainmail moved with his actions like a second skin, without any sluggishness. With this armor, he might not be as durable as Ellis, but his margin for error had definitely increased.

"Great, how much?"

Logan nodded, quite satisfied.

"70 gold coin".

Dallac tapped the price tag next to him, but after a pause, he spoke again.

"Fine, I'll give you 65. I won't offer you any drinks. Consider this small discount my way of celebrating your inauguration."

"Thanks, Dadlach."

Logan nodded, then placed his longsword on the counter.

"Now, let's talk about my sword."

"Ha, I knew you couldn't resist."

Dallak glanced at Logan, his expression suggesting he had expected this.

Having worked in this line of work for so many years, he had seen too many low-level adventurers who, after taking up a job, were desperate to upgrade their weapons.

Logan's sword, even though it had been enhanced by his dwarven magic, was still unenchanted, so it naturally had a lot of room for improvement.

As a blacksmith, he had been itching to get his hands dirty for a long time.

He was eager to see what the sword would look like after it was enchanted.

"As I told you before, this sword is of the highest quality, and with the enhancement of our dwarven secret arts, it has become even more durable and sharp."

"But that's precisely why," Darak flicked the blade, "ordinary enchanting materials aren't good enough for it."

"If you're going to use something, use the good stuff."

Dalac paused.

"I know you still have that Shadow Leopard's claws. But that's not enough. The Shadow Leopard's strengths are speed and stealth, and as you know, its fur is the most valuable part."

"Claws are fine for making daggers, but they're absolutely unworthy of something like this."

Logan frowned slightly.

"So you mean... what materials should I use?"