Volume 2 Chapter 13-2 Ankidu Golem
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I hadn’t really checked out the carriage before, but now that I’m looking, it’s got a super flimsy vibe.
I’m thinking I could totally build something like this myself.
It’s a low-class noble’s ride, so it’s not all flashy or anything.
The wooden parts have carved decorations, but they’re crazy sloppy.
If Master Zenom saw this lazy work, he wouldn’t just yell—he’d probably smack me!
The wheels are wood, patched with thin metal strips instead of rubber tires.
The suspension’s just leaf springs—basic but seems to do the job.
With this kind of craftsmanship, I could probably convince my teacher to whip one up no problem.
The tricky part is hooking up the horses. I can mess with leather, but crafting comfy harnesses for them takes serious skills.
Looking at the scrawny horse, I spot painful sores from the leather straps digging in, even oozing gross pus.
That’s just heartbreaking. This harness is trash—not even worth copying. At least it’s a solid “what not to do” lesson.
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As I kept gawking at the carriage, Ms. Nina gave a little throat-clear. Oh, right—I’m here for secondhand clothes!
Some thrift shops just sell clothes, while others tailor them to fit.
The ones that just sell are way cheaper and let you try stuff on easy, so I’m all about those.
I can handle basic sewing tweaks myself, and if it’s too tough, I’ll just beg Ms. Lyra for help.
I’m obsessed with a shop called Ankidu—Ms. Floria swears by it.
They keep prices low and stock fresh stuff daily, so you can dig up some real treasures.
Lately, I’ve noticed just checking out production skills boosts my proficiency points.
Basically, items that give off big skill vibes just from looking are usually top-notch.
I can’t inspect every single thing, but if something catches my eye and feels right, it’s often a banger.
Stuff Ms. Nina picks out also has a high shot at being awesome.
When I say “awesome,” I mean the craftsman nailed it—not necessarily high fashion.
We team up to narrow down the pile, then lock in what to buy.
I’ve still got some cash, but Ms. Nina despises wasting money.
Even if it’s dirt cheap, buying pointless stuff puts her in a grumpy mood.
My fave is a women’s fur robe.
A sleek black robe that’d look killer on Ms. Nina, with stitching so epic it’s mind-blowing.
Just holding it makes my sewing skills tingle like crazy—it’s a total masterpiece.
Up close, it’s crafted from tons of tiny furs, like mouse-sized, all sewn together.
This is straight-up master artisan work.
It’s a bit beat-up and bug-eaten, but the core is solid. A little TLC, and it’ll be good as new.
”Sure, it’s an amazing piece, but by the time winter hits, I won’t even be here, you know?”
Man, Ms. Nina talks like it’s no big deal.
I usually try not to think about her lifespan, but when it’s brought up suddenly, it hits pretty hard.
The robe was 2 gold coins, but I bought it anyway.
Ms. Nina didn’t say a word.
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After the thrift shop, it’s time to storm the Ankidu markets!
I’m not big on old junk, but chasing epic treasures to level up my skills is a blast.
If I spot some retro furniture like Ms. Hóa’s or a wicked silver chess set from a shady trader, you bet I’m grabbing it!
We hit up a few stores, but Ms. Nina’s appraisal game is straight-up legendary.
Her one-of-a-kind Princess Auroora figure? Total royalty vibes.
Bummer alert: the silver pieces I’m hyped for are from ancient ruins, so they’re stupid expensive. No way I can afford ’em.
Heading home soon, but in a tiny shop, I score a dope item for cheap that’s crazy skilled and masterfully made.
It’s called a fragment of an Ankidu golem—just some random machine bit.
Pretty much scrap metal.
Golem parts still in action cost a fortune, but old ones nobody knows how to use? Basically worthless.
Sometimes they’re even sold as kids’ toys!
The first piece I nab is a brass-looking cylinder, covered in teeny screws the size of rice grains.
No clue what it does, but just staring at it screams, “Take me apart!” My crafting skills are about to go wild.
The Ankidu golem bits were stacked high in a basket at the shop, each tagged at ten gold.
I made Ms. Nina wait while I dug through, and ended up snagging the whole basket.
I haggled hard, and they dropped the price to a thousand gold for the lot.
Not pocket change, but the shopkeeper seemed too lazy to count every piece.
That basket was heavy—way too much for two grown dudes to lug.
Ms. Ant could hoist it with one hand like it’s nothing, but me? No chance I’m getting it home solo.
Sure, I probably bought a pile of useless junk, and Ms. Nina threw me that classic side-eye.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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