The next day I begin taking footprints from adventurers.
As usual I accompany them shopping, negotiate and calculate. I bring them to the inn after that and get feet samples from them.
I paid the innkeeper and had his wife wash the adventurers' feet and take their footprints.
I would not like to touch the dirty feet of adventurers, besides they were happy that I was willing to pay a copper coin.
When adventurers ask why I am doing this I tell them, "I am making magical shoes for adventurers. In exchange for letting us take your footprints we will give you a discount."
I give them a marked wooden piece to those that have their footprints taken. Adventurers are weak to word such as service or free. While it is pleasant when I see them put the wooden piece protectively in their breast pocket. I have mixed feelings because they could be easily tricked by others.
In the city there is a brothel, while I should not go there I cannot help it.
It is a man's worthiness to support a woman they like.
You should make enough money to support them.
This is an adventurer.
I collect footprint samples for the next two weeks.
Recently, Sarah who has been turned into my sale staff told me that the Adventurers Guild is filled with rumours of my shoes.
I have accumulated more than one-hundred feet samples. I should move onto the next stage of my plan. Just as I thought that, the opportunity arose.
A man named Suibelie, the deputy chief of the Swordsman's corps, visited the inn.
Next chapter is a new arc.