“Hey, Old Man! You still haven’t decided? Will you hand this building over to us? Won’t you be able to buy alcohol every day until you die if you do so?” 

The men who entered the smithy were rough-looking, and their physique was good. They reminded Grid of the employees from Mother's Heart Is Happy. They took a heavy-handed attitude as they handed a sheet of paper to the elderly blacksmith.

‘What’s this?’

It was a contract to sell this building and the land to the Mero Company.

Grid instinctively realized it. ‘If I analyze this based on my recent successes and troubles, it’s likely that I’ll get involved in a stupid quest as I stand here.’

That absolutely couldn’t be allowed to happen. The urgent thing right now was to earn money by making items.

‘There’s no time to waste on unwanted quests.’ Grid admired his brain’s quick thinking and moved to avoid this situation. Nevertheless, how many things ever went according to his will?

Grid only managed to move a few steps before he was caught by the gangsters.

"Hey, where did this newbie come from? You trying to sneak into our business like a rat?” They started to question...