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he used for different things. He named the eighth generation of one of them Takemikazuchi Style Eight.
    Ainz’s crimson cape also had one of these custom names: Necroplasmic Cape. The idea was borrowed from the dark hero of an American comic.
    This was all relic gear. That was two tiers below his usual, but he could think of several good reasons to not bring overly powerful items to this place, so he had stopped himself there.
    As Ainz rotated his shoulders and relished the freedom he felt after taking off his armor, Narberal asked him a question. “What should we do with that unpleasant lady from before?”
    “Oh, you mean the one whose potion broke? We shouldn’t have to worry about her. I mean, if something important to me got broken, I’d fly into a rage…” Remembering the changes in his psychology since he ended up in this body, he faltered for a moment and then continued, “…myself. Probably. I was careless, so of course she would blame me.”
    “But that only happened as a result of a stupid human committing so foolish an act as picking a fight with you, Supreme One. That man is surely the one to blame.”
    “That’s true, but I was the one who threw him. In this case, we should practice tolerance and forgive. Plus, we’re in this city to build reputations as Momon and Nabe, beings from this world. If word got out that we couldn’t even afford a potion, we’d be off to a bad start.”
    Narberal didn’t seem completely on board with his way of thinking, but she acquiesced with a low bow.
    “Plus, she was more experienced than us. We should probably try to keep the more experienced adventurers from getting their pride hurt.”
    Momonga toyed with the other chain around his neck.
These are just metal plates, so I wonder if it’s possible to counterfeit them… Well, I’ll let the guild worry about that.
Hanging as it was, essentially, a dog tag.
    Plates were the proof of an adventurer’s ability level: copper, iron, silver, gold, platinum, mythril, orichalcum, adamantite. The latter metals indicated a better reputation, and higher ranks could not only select more difficult jobs but were also better compensated. The system was designed to avoid unnecessary adventurer deaths.
    Ainz had just registered with the guild, so he had a copper plate, the lowest rank, while that woman was an iron plate. Showing a minimum level of respect for superiors is one of the ways to get ahead in any society.
    “But Lord Ainz, adamantite is such a soft metal; you should be a prismatic ore like apoithakarah or scarletite. They must all be blind.” Narberal was listing highly valuable metals from
Yggdrasil
.
    Ainz narrowed his eyes and brought up something that had been bugging him. “Nabe, just in case, you should call me Momon while we’re here.”
    “Understood, Lord Momon!”
    “You really want to have this conversation again? It’s just
Momon
.”
    “M-my apologies, Mr. Momooon!”
    “Mr. Momooon sounds pretty dopey… Well, whatever. If Momon is too hard, then at least say Mr. Momon. Got it?”
    “Yes, Mr. Momon!”
    She bowed low again and Ainz put a couple fingers to his forehead.
She doesn’t understand why I’m making her say Momon. I guess she’s a little slow… Well, at least there’s no one who can see us right now; I’ll let it go for the moment.
    “For now, let’s just discuss our plan of action.”
    “My lord!” She dropped to one knee and lowered her head—the posture of an attendant awaiting orders from her master.
    What am I gonna do with her?
They were fine now because he had locked the door the moment they had walked through it, but he had the feeling people would talk if they witnessed a scene like this.
And
why
doesn’t she understand why I want her to call me Momon? I’m pretty sure I explained it on the way here…
    He began to speak, half resigned. “We’re going to build reputations undercover as famed adventurers in this city. One reason for that is to obtain