Is It Wrong For Me To Start With Three Skills In Danmachi ?!

"Mm, let's go."

Hearing this, Fron smiled.

"Alright then, let's go."

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"Cough cough cough..."

Pushing open the long-unseen wooden door, a cloud of dust mixed with iron shavings and rotting wood smell burst into the air, making Fron quickly step aside from the entrance.

"Sorry, it needs a bit of cleaning. I left in a hurry last time and forgot to tidy up."

"We'll help too!"

Fron's workshop wasn't very large overall, and with the three of them tidying up together, it was soon refreshed.

"Well, it's a bit simple, just sit wherever you like. Speaking of which, you're not lacking in weapons or equipment, right? Then is there anything small you'd like, shields, sleep charms, or whatever?"

"Eh eh, really?"

"Of course, consider it your reward for helping clean the workshop."

"Mm... Let me think carefully."

"No rush, I need to get a few things ready before work anyway."

"What about Ais, does she have something she wants?"

Ais' expression remained blank. She tilted her head with a cute look, eyes fixed on Fron's back.

"Hairclip?"

"A hairclip? No problem."

Fron paused in his movements, briefly imagining a hairclip shape that would perfectly complement Ais' dazzling golden hair.

"Should be silver..."

He muttered softly, then began the forging process.

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The city of Orario has very strict entry and exit controls.

Especially for the gods, even more so.

Because the gods who descended sealed away their divine powers, they're no different from ordinary people in the lower world.

Banning them from leaving Orario is also for their own safety.

Besides the gods, high-level adventurers are the next most strictly regulated.

As top-tier combat forces, even losing one would make the guilds feel the pain; under normal circumstances, they absolutely wouldn't allow them to leave.

As for ordinary people, only basic inspections are required.

As the center of the world, Orario was originally a fortress city built to suppress the dungeon.

After the gods descended in modern times, that situation began to change.

To meet the gods' desires, the fortress city gradually added various entertainment facilities.

For example, the [Casino] operated by the distant Amusement City Santorio Vega, and the [Grand Theater] rebuilt by the opera nation Opera Country Meilstora.

These entertainment facilities attract the affluent.

The wealthy merchants and adventurers coming and going in Orario are all major customers.

Naturally, the Gods are not left out.

Across the continent, there are many kingdoms and empires.

The nobles from these countries are incredibly wealthy; for thrills, Orario is their top choice.

Some spend fortunes in the casino, betting everything on a certain horse and ending up in ruins.

Of course, there are nobles with rather twisted views who enjoy keeping monsters.

The nobles from Aelia are exactly such people.

South district of Orario.

Inside a tavern in a corner, two cloaked mysterious figures were having a conversation.

"This batch is high quality, the employers are very satisfied."

"I don't care if they're satisfied. What matters is gold coins, understand?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? Those nobles are loaded, the key is to keep them happy."

"Relax, once the collars are on, even monsters have to behave."

"Good then."

"So, where's the money?"

"Right here."

Clink...

A large bag of gold coins was thrown on the table, but none of the other patrons in the tavern reacted at all, as if they hadn't seen anything.

"Such a convenient ability."

"Thanks for the compliment."

"When's the next deal?"

"Three months from now."

"Business needs trust. Don't let anything go wrong."

"You think I want that? Last time it was your people who leaked info, the Guild found out. If I hadn't acted fast, we'd be exposed! I don't want to go up against the Guild just yet. That would be the end of us."

"Hehehe, House of Pigs… Something about 'Some Association…'"

"Hey hey hey, what kind of sarcastic nonsense is that? Acting like you're not scared? Then why don't you just openly transport those monsters out of the city?"

"You..."

"Idiot."

Dix sneered and left with the money.

As for the one talking to him, he was just a merchant representative employed by those nobles.

In short, just an errand boy.

Facing a Lv.5 powerhouse it's smart to back down when needed. These remnants of the dark factions are all ruthless killers.

"Tch, a bunch of desperate remnants. If not for the gold, who'd sit here with you."

The darkness unfolding in a corner of the city was still unknown to Fron.

Or rather, he had an idea, but chose to ignore it.

Others might not know, but he knew very well. Orario may have ended its [Dark Age] on the surface, but the undercurrents were strong below.

Not only are dark faction remnants stirring, but a certain god under the alias Enyo is also constantly causing trouble for entertainment.

This sense of crisis continuously pushes Fron to rapidly grow stronger.

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Ding, ding, ding...

The forging hammer struck the hot metal, gradually shaping it.

With each strike, a mysterious red glow faintly appeared on the tools and his arms, as a certain power began altering the metal's properties.

"Wow, this is the development ability 'Smithing'? That's amazing. No wonder they say only those who master 'Smithing' can become high-level blacksmiths."

It wasn't just Tiona who widened her eyes in curiosity; it was also Ais' first time seeing a blacksmith with 'Smithing' at work.

Soon, thanks to Fron's efforts,

The equipment gradually took form.

It was a silver hairclip, the same color as Ais' light armor.

What differed was the mysterious pattern inside the clip.

"This is a hairclip I imbued with the 'Endurance' attribute. It slightly boosts endurance. It's not some rare gear, but it barely reaches the third-grade weapon level. Of course, with its beautiful appearance, that adds a bit more value."

The delicate hairclip shimmered with a mysterious glow. With a small amount of mithril added, it had excellent magic conductivity.

"Wow, it's so pretty!"

"Ais, quick, try it on!"

"Mm..."

Taking the little gift from Fron, Ais removed her old hairclip and put the new one on.

"It suits you so well, it draws attention instantly."

There wasn't even a hint of awkwardness-

The hairclip fit her beautifully, enhancing her already striking appearance.

"It's very pretty. I like it a lot. Thank you… Fron."

Ais' cheeks turned slightly red as she fidgeted and stammered her thanks.

Tiona blinked playfully:

"Wow, is this a token of love? Hehehe, if Loki finds out, she'll kill you!"

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Fron slowly raised a question mark acting dumb, "Who's Loki? I don't remember any Loki."

"Here, this is your collar. I really don't get you Amazoness women. What's the deal with liking these neck collars?"

"Tch, you don't understand, it's tradition, tradition!"

The item crafted for Tiona was a golden collar, also engraved with intricate patterns.

"This is a special weapon enchanted with the 'Strength' attribute. Satisfied now?"

"Very satisfied, hehe!"

Tiona looked delighted with the collar on.

As a special weapon, it was quite rare. There weren't many high-level blacksmiths capable of forging such things.

Fron relied on his own development abilities, 'Smithing' and 'Mystery', to cleverly succeed in crafting them.