Magical Tool Master Dahlia Never Compromises ~ Starting Today: Life as a Freelancer ~

After Wolff asked him to speak in a casual tone, his tone did not sound overly sophisticated.

He was familiar with all kinds of magical tools and must have come from a wealthy merchant family. He left without leaving any contact information and even took a copper coin before leaving.

Wolff was worried that he might be being scolded by his father because of the coat.

"He's a noble, isn't he, since he's willing to lend you a coat like this?"

"No, he said he was a civilian."

"Even if he's a commoner, he must be a successful businessman or his relatives."

"I didn't get his last name, but I know his first name, so I plan to ask at the Trade Guild and thank him properly."

"Did you mention you were a member of the monster subjugation team?"

"Yes, I did."

"Who knows, they might even contact you and want to build a good relationship with you!"

The friend finished his joke and patted Wolfe on the shoulder.

"That would be nice... I still want to chat with him..."

Wolff murmured, smiling like a young boy with dreams.

That expression was completely different from nicknames like "Monster Enemy", "Black Death", and "Girl Killer".

His companions had never seen him with such an expression and were all stunned.

"Are you okay? Wolf!"

"Lord Wolffred is acting strangely..."

"Go notify the captain first! I'll take him to the infirmary right away! He might have been poisoned by a monster or hit his head!"

"This guy isn't Wolf!"

Wolff was then taken directly to the infirmary.

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"Wolfred, I'm glad you're okay."

"Captain Gurat, I'm sorry to trouble you."

After Wolfe finally left the infirmary, he went to the captain's room of the monster subjugation team.

The man with a body as strong as a rock sat behind the desk, looking at Wolf with red eyes.

He is the captain of the monster subjugation force, Marquis Gulart Bartolone.

Although he is nearly fifty years old, he is still an active knight. He is not only a captain in name only, but also participates in expeditions.

"I heard you went to the infirmary just now. How is your injury?"

"It's nothing serious. It's just that the monster's blood seeped into my eye, causing a slight inflammation."

After Wolfe reunited with his teammates, he was immediately taken to the infirmary.

He was diagnosed with mild fatigue, anemia, and a slight eye inflammation. The doctor immediately cleaned his eyes and prescribed some eye drops.

He was clearly not seriously injured, but his teammates were still making a lot of noise. The doctor was so angry that he sent everyone except him to the corridor.

"Let's sit over there and I'll listen to your report of what happened."

Gulart gestured with his chin towards the reception area in the room, and the two of them walked over together.

They sat facing each other on the sofa, separated by a dark table. They were the only two people in the spacious room.

"Reporting: I was abducted by a flying dragon. I stabbed it with my sword mid-air and fell into the forest. I confirmed the dragon's death and then spent two days traveling towards the royal capital. I was rescued by a citizen along the way. He provided me with potions and food and took me back to the capital in a carriage. I contacted the royal city through the west gate and returned."

"You're lucky. Are you sure you killed the dragon?"

"Yes, I confirmed it was dead twice."

After hearing Wolff's reply, Gulat nodded and said "OK".

"A flying dragon is also a dragon. Although you were abducted by it, if you kill that dragon alone, you should be awarded the title of 'Dragon Slayer'."

"No, my teammates had to injure the dragon first, so I could finish it off when it was weakened. I was captured by the dragon, and it cost the troops two days to search for me. I should take responsibility and be punished."

Wolff only told Dali that he would write a letter of apology, but if the dragon attacked the human settlement, the consequences would be disastrous. He knew that he would most likely be punished.

However, the captain in front of him shook his head.

"Since you've killed it, there's no problem. I'd like to ask, since you finally earned the title of 'Dragon Slayer', would you like me to write a letter of recommendation for you to the Royal Guards?"

"No need."

"You're probably the only one in the team who doesn't want to be recommended for the Royal Guards."

"...If you recommend me, I might quit the group."

"If you don't want to go there, there's nothing I can do."

Seeing Wolf's expressionless face, Gulart gave a wry smile.

When this man had previously dealt with a difficult monster, Gulat had suggested that he join the Guards, but he had also flatly refused.

Every knight aspired to be in the Royal Guard, but this man avoided it as much as possible.

"Okay, then let's discuss why the dragon abducted you during the battle. Do you think the dragon intended to use humans as 'human shields'?"

"I don't know. But if you use humans as human shields, mages won't be able to attack them with magic, and knights won't be able to use enhanced bows. It's quite effective."

"This is the first time the subjugation team has encountered such a situation. I hope the lizards didn't teach it to do this..."

Gulart scratched his thinning dark gray hair and frowned.

"I'll tell my teammates that if I get caught by a monster again, just attack it."

"What nonsense! If I were captured, wouldn't my brothers attack me too? That won't work. We should train everyone to be able to handle Feilong even if they're captured."

"terribly sorry."

Gulart didn't want Wolf to find out, and sighed silently in his heart.

The handsome man in front of me - Wolfred Scafalot.

After joining the team at the age of seventeen, he volunteered to take on the dangerous role of "Red Armor" and climbed to this position in just half a year.

This person has encountered countless dangerous situations so far, but has never been seriously injured.

In the first few years, some people said behind his back that he was brave but not wise, but now people inside and outside the army praise him as a "brave knight with great strength."

Most nobles can use offensive magic or healing magic, but Wolfe does not have such abilities.

He only knew how to use magic to strengthen his body, and with this he faced monsters calmly, charging, killing, and dodging again and again.

Furthermore, if he judged that a move would be effective in a crusade or beneficial to the entire team, he would act recklessly. Rather than being brave, he was more reckless, even having a death wish.

Gulat originally thought that he was eager to achieve military exploits or was proud of self-sacrifice, but after fighting alongside him, he realized that he was not that kind of person.

This man is not arrogant, he does not feel fear, and he does not seek achievements.

If he considers something as "something he should do" in his job, he will complete it seriously without any emotion.

Since I belong to the monster-suppression force, it is natural for me to fight against powerful monsters.

As a Red Armor, it was only natural for him to serve as a dangerous vanguard, bait, or rearguard.

He considers that his job and doesn't take it too seriously or too lightly.

Wolff always puts work first and doesn't take himself seriously at all, which makes Goulart a little worried.

"Rest until your eyes are fully healed before returning. Starting tomorrow, take six days off and then return to work after receiving a doctor's diagnosis. If you're still not fully healed, go to the temple for treatment. I'll cover your medical expenses."

"I understand. Thank you."

Wolff coughed lightly a few times and sat up straight.

"Captain Gurat, I have a favor to ask of you."

"What? Now that you've become a 'Dragon Slayer', you want me to get you a magic sword?"

"It has nothing to do with the Demon Sword."

The only topic that interested Wolf was the magic sword.

Gulat had a magic sword called Gray Hand, and he had shown it to Wolf several times when he was not on a campaign.

The year he first joined the team, Goulart repeatedly warned him that "anyone other than himself will get burned if they touch the ash hands." However, he still asked Goulart to let him try it, and he really got burned.

As long as they talked about the magic sword, they could drink and chat happily all night long.

But he seemed to have other requests today.

"The man who saved me in the forest seems to be a merchant. I'd like you to write me a letter of introduction so I can contact him at the Merchant Guild. I haven't paid him for the potion yet."

"Did you forget to ask what the name of his shop is?"

“No, he didn’t want to take my money. He said I was helping civilians defeat monsters, and he wanted me to just consider it a donation. Before I could finish my words, the carriage behind us arrived…”

"Did he just run away like that? Is there something wrong with that guy?"

After hearing what Gulart said, Wolf frowned slightly.

"What kind of problem are you referring to?"

"Perhaps he's an illegal collector, or a spy sent by another country... but there seems no need for spies to go to the western forest."

"I don't think he's that kind of person."

"Or maybe... he doesn't want you to go to his house or store because he's afraid his wife or sister will see you?"

"That shouldn't be the case."

However, Wolff's pause confirmed this possibility.

Goulart meant it as a joke, but maybe it was true.

The man was striking in appearance. He was tall, with black hair and golden eyes, a rare combination.

His teammates often teased him about his appearance, saying that he was "too handsome to be annoying" and "too handsome to be this good".

Although he himself does not want to, he does easily attract the attention of women.

Goulart even heard from his teammates that there was a manual circulating in the team that taught fellow players how to refuse when their female relatives or friends wanted to get to know Wolff.

To be honest, if Gulart had a daughter, he wouldn't want her to meet Wolff.

“…Please, I want to thank that person.”

"Okay, I'll write it now. You sit and wait for me."

The young man gradually radiated a subtle, dark mood. Feeling a little sympathetic, Gurat returned to his desk and began writing a letter. After finishing, he used a hair dryer to dry the ink on the parchment.

"I hope you can find that benefactor."

Wolff took the letter of introduction and bowed deeply in thanks.

Then he left the captain's room at a slower pace than when he came in.

"...If Mr. Dali has a girlfriend, why not just meet her at a restaurant or bar..."

The black-haired young man's whisper echoed in the empty corridor.

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Dahlia replaced the magic lamp with a fire magic stone and hung it in the workshop.

It's still raining outside.

It is said that the magic lamp was the first magical tool invented by her grandfather.

My grandfather used fire magic stones instead of oil, reducing the size of the lantern and increasing its efficiency. The magical light can last for a long time on a single magic stone, making it an ideal companion for travel and night patrols.

When my grandfather invented this magical tool, oil was cheaper. Now that magic stones are more common, the maintenance costs of the two are comparable. While the oil lamp is cheaper initially, considering safety and maintenance, the magic lamp is superior. Both have their uses.

The most advanced magical tools in this country are household magic tools, which are similar to "home appliances" to Dalia.

Household magical appliances suddenly became popular during my grandfather's time. My father said this might be related to the research and popularization of magic stones.

Although this is a fantasy world, people still have to live their lives, so magic tools for life came into being.

For example, refrigerators and freezers made of ice magic stone, electric fans made of wind magic stone, heaters and furnace enhancers made of fire magic stone, etc.

However, this magical world also has magical tools that Dahlia could not have imagined in her previous life.