Chapter 79

Chapter 79: 79

Except there was a little something special about it, which is the deal as usual. Mr. Keeper leaves the room to tell us what he’s loading into our luggage.

“Oh, so five Halvards, though.”

“What happened?

“My Lord Count, you bought it quickly.”

“Well, I didn’t really think I’d buy it”

“So, my Lord Count, this is a request.”

“Ho. What?”

“They want me to sell about three more of those Halvards. Let the guards at the mansion have it.”

“I see. I got it.”

If you want to make a bespoke model, you need to ask the person to come to us, but if not, simply take the request. Let’s make it before we forget it when we get home.

After that, as usual, we’re talking about something about the situation in the world. So far, this is my only chance to hear the world move. Given that we were able to catch stories of riots on the back of the world on the Internet in the previous world, it’s amazing to say that we’re just listening to a limited area once a week from just one person. Would it be better to secure some other means of doing so? We’re not in a hurry, so let’s just take our time exploring it.

Especially since I never seem to have talked about there being a big war somewhere or a troop out for a big crusade (dragon “Dragon” or giant ghost “Auga”), there doesn’t seem to be a rush to me for a few hits. It doesn’t matter if I take it or not.

However, although it’s not definitive information, they say it stinks, or there’s going to be, or is going to be, a skirmish with a small demon in the periphery, or a skirmish over borders and water rights. Hopefully none of this will be massive.

Leaving Camilo’s shop and passing the city entrance, so to speak, the person on the stand isn’t equipped with Halvard yet, but the training also takes a reasonable amount of time. I guess I couldn’t deploy right away. I just passed through the meeting again.

Nothing particularly significant has happened in the streets or in the woods. Always vigilant, but as always relaxed. As it were about the house, we all carried our bags in and the purpose of going to the city today was accomplished.

From the next day on, it’s a blacksmith job. Make sheet metal, I’ll make Halvard, and the Liques will make other weapons. Halvard made it before, and now he made three without difficulty.

The time taken so far is roughly two and a half days. Today, the third day is free. We were talking about letting the guards at the mansion hold it, so we’re going to sculpt Halvard in an empty half-day.In order to put the sculpture in the misril before, did it work to fortify the glasses, Swiss and the sculpture could be applied, and the three halvards were completed. It’s barely boneless to use for the ritual, but enough hattering to hold for the guards of the mansion to guard the gates.

Since we have finished the production of the order, from the next day we will move on to the production of the goods to be wholesaled to Camilo’s store. Lique continues to produce general models, and Thermia and Deanna go hunting. There’s enough meat, so half of it would be like a forest patrol. That’s how the “always” routine began.

Tomorrow the Thermeans will be off hunting, so I’ll make a knife one today. Me and Rike each heat up the sheet metal and beat it, making a knife. The sound of a loose flame and a regular hammer echoes in the blacksmith. In between, the sounds of ju ‘u when cooking and shrish when grinding intersect. I sandwiched lunch and continued it until before evening, then (…) came.

A sound that was sounding like some kind of music mixes with another. That’s the sound of knocking on the doors of the workshop and outlet. It doesn’t feel as far-fetched as Helen did, it feels like a snack or something. No, compared to the knock that I thought would break Helen’s door, don’t get me into a lot of trouble.

“Yes, yes, I’ll be there now.”

I get up and go to the door. You heard the voice, knock stopped.

When the door is unscrewed and opened, a woman stands there. Taller than Lique, but a little lower than Thermia. Overall, he wraps his sneaky body shape in his traveling clothes. The thin, silver-colored hair cut around the shoulder in the long cut eye is also impressive, but above all, it’s the ears that caught my eye. Thin, long, pointed ears.

Knowledge gained in the world before me and in the installation returns the same answer. She is an elf.

When the elf woman nods, she unloads her luggage and sits in a chair (though round too) without making a sound softly. Once a simple table was also attached, and when Lique placed the beverage there gently, the woman lowered her head gently to show her appreciation.

“So, what do you want from me?

“This is it.”

What was wrapped in cloth was removed from the unloaded luggage and spread onto the table. I look at what was wrapped inside and keep an eye out.

“I want you to fix this.”

The woman looked at this one with a begging eye and said.

On the table lay the sword of Mithril, which had become many fragments.