Chapter 47 - A Strange Wooden Door

"A what?" The short fishman asked with a clear frown on his face.

"Ah, right…that's not a thing here. Sorry, do you have some kind of large stick?"

The bearded fishman was even more confused than before. However, he still tried his best to serve me to the best of his abilities. He had already noticed that I was quite different from the people he had met in the past, but maybe that's what made him more interested in me.

"Large sticks, large sticks…" He muttered as he looked around his shop. "I probably have that lying around somewhere. But why would you a big stick?"

"To hit people with it?" I said with a smirk.

"Hit people?! Then, why would you want a stick? I have swords, spears, maces, any weapon you're looking for…I have them!"

I shrugged when I heard him say that. "A stick is funnier, no?"

He just shook his head very slowly when he heard that; he was probably exasperated by me already.