E - Rank Hero In Another World
Chapter 26 - Break

"3 gold coins. I'll pay you that much, so please sell it to me." The old man said to Dimas.

He seemed to want that old helmet.

But seeing his reaction, Dimas felt a little curious about what was on his mind.

"Why?"

Just a word. Dimas did not specify what the question meant. That way, He can avoid later if He says something wrong.

But according to his expectations....

"Helm this.... Although made of iron, but has a hardness and resistance that is slightly below mithril. I was very curious about how it was made.

If I can't figure it out though, I can still sell it back to someone else. So how? Will you accept my offer?" Obviously the old man named Hendrik was quite long.

While the reply given by Dimas....

"Four. I'll just sell it for four gold coins."

A meeting between an enthusiastic buyer. Added to an item that is currently second to none.

That was the reason that made him dare to slightly raise the price. As well as a way to measure for yourself how valuable the object that obtained his Enchantment was.

At his sight, there was the figure of an old man who was slightly grumbling. But his right hand was constantly stroking his white beard as if he was thinking hard.

After a few tens of seconds....

"alright. Here, four gold coins for you. But on one condition." Said the old man.

"Condition?"

"If you have something similar like this helmet again, bring it here first."

'Monopoly, huh? Most likely that's what he wants to do. But stupid, right now I need money to rest.' Thought Pricked in his heart.

Quickly, he answered.

"A shitty gesture, but all right. I'll obey your will"

With that reply, Dimas finally sold his first item given the addition of the Enchantment.

A very easy and very profitable business by exploiting the power of his S level.

4 Pieces of gold coins have now been stored well in the pocket of his pants. And the goal now....

'Lodging and food....' Said Dimas while occasionally holding his left hand.

The pain was slightly disguised by the cold. But in this condition, he could not figure out how bad the wound was.

He began to be able to move his left hand quite easily upon arrival in this city.

But that doesn't mean a good sign. It could be, because of the cold that covered the pain that Dimas could move his hand without much thought.

If only....

His hand is really broken....

'Is there some kind of doctor or something? I'm a little hesitant, but I hope my hands are okay.' Thought Dimas in his heart while walking towards a fairly large building.

By the time he arrived in the building....

"Welcome, can anyone help?" Said a young girl with black hair that was not too long.

He was wearing a brownish suit, an outfit that seemed to be a uniform in this place.

"Room for one, and soft food like porridge. Just count how long I can stay and eat with this. Now, where's my room...." Said Dimas while handing over one piece of gold coin.

The girl's face looked quite surprised when she obtained a payment from such a large Dimas.

"Tu-wait first! You sure, Mister?" Ask the girl with a panicked face. The girl tried her best to keep her courtesy towards the customers. Especially customers like Dimas.

But the reply he got....

"Well, I'm half dead from the cold. My left hand just got hurt, I don't know. Now tell me where my room is and how long can I stay by eating 3 meals a day?" Dimas asked with a pretty horrible look.

His gaze was not only sharp, but also cold. If the one who saw him was an experienced adventurer or warrior, they would be aware that Dimas was emitting quite a powerful killing intent.

"L-aaahh! I-i'm sorry! Come with me.... Seila! Prepare a set of porridge dishes for room number 22!" Shouted The girl while accelerating her footsteps.

Dimas followed him in silence. Climb the 1 meter wide ladder slowly.

After arriving at the front of the room in question, the girl immediately opened her door and invited Dimas to enter.

He even gave help to Dimas to walk.

"Master, please wait a minute. The dishes will be ready soon." Said the girl, bowed her body and left.

'Good enough service.'

That was the sentence that came to Dimas's mind at the moment.

While slightly closing the door, Dimas took the key hanging from the inside and laid his body on the bed with the white cloth.

The servant girl who had just served Dimas, including a girl in the same uniform who had blond short hair, heard him.

"Miriah.... Is he a soldier?" Seila asked the black haired girl.

"apparently. His left hand was injured, but his blood had frozen. I saw it behind his armour." Reply The black haired girl named Miria.

"Ooh.... So anyway. Then I will call a healer for him. You just deliver this to him." Said Seila who unilaterally handed over the tray containing the food and drink.

"Came on! Why did you assign this task to me!"

"Just be wild! I'm afraid of soldiers!" Reply to Seila who had run down those stairs.

Miria herself did not answer. But as soon as Seila was far enough away, she could only speak.

"I'm scared of him myself, too, you know?"

Despite saying so, Miria immediately turned her pouting face into a cheerful one. With a calm step, he re-entered room number 22.

'Dok! Doc!'

The sound of knocking on the door was heard quite clearly.

"Excuse me, Mister. I brought you some food." Said Miria while pushing the wooden door that was not tightly closed.

He tried to catch his breath as best he could. Likewise with his footsteps and his facial expression.

It is already a must to serve the customers of this inn as best as possible regardless of their background.

After all, he had also never received bad treatment from customers.

So there's no problem.

That was what was in his mind as he entered this room. But nevertheless....

What he saw inside....

"aaa.... I-I'm sorry...." Said Miria with a face so frightened. It was as if her preparations just now were completely useless.

Both of his eyes were wide open. His mouth began to gap even tremble as if feeling cold.

But he kept trying to stay calm. The worst thing he could do right now was drop the food tray right in front of his customers.

"Oohs? Already come? Thanks." Reply to Dimas while walking closer to Miria's figure.

Unintentionally, Miria took a step back. As if trying to avoid Dimas who approached him.

Realizing that something was strange, Dimas was only able to lower his head.

"Leave it at the table." Said Dimas while turning his body.

"I'm sorry, sir.... But my partner is calling for a healer. Hope so...."

"Are these? This wound won't heal. But if the healer does come, I hope he can heal these bruises and scratches on my left arm." Dimas' words cut off the girl's words.

Although talking like there is no problem, but his own body said another.

The former whip that filled his back.

The bruises that are even still present to this day.

At once the marks of the sword incisions were visible all over his body. Or rather, the upper part of the body Dimas.

It also included a hot iron scar that formed a crest on his right shoulder.

All of that was clearly visible as Dimas removed his iron armor and leather clothes to check for the wound on his left arm.

A bruise that was quite severe, with a large scratch that spewed a lot of blood around his upper arm. Although, the blood immediately froze due to the cold and the pain of his bruising was slightly delayed.

But nevertheless.....

Everyone would definitely be aware soon after seeing the emblem. How not....

It was an emblem that showed the status of slaves in this world.

For anyone who saw or found slaves, it is highly recommended to tell the city guards to immediately return them to their place.

Of course, Dimas himself was aware of that.

"bitch. If you respect someone, that person will respect you. Just like this time.

If I see the figure of a soldier coming here, especially in disguise to look for me....

I won't hesitate to burn down this building and kill you. You gotit? Now go, I'll eat." Said Dimas once more with that cold look of his.

Hearing that, Miria immediately bowed her body.

"I won't call the guards, I promise." Said Miria with a trembling body.

With that sentence, he immediately turned his body around and left this room.