Chapter 643

Chapter 643: Oriharkon

Oriharkon. A mineral in the godland that bears its name. Mithril is also close as a combination of lightness and toughness, but it seems that the orihalcon is several steps higher.

If you make a blade with this, it won’t rust, it won’t bend, it won’t spill, and it should be light.

I’ve repaired Mithrill’s sword. It was in a shattered state, but I could see the marks of slight use.

In other words, even if it is loose compared to ordinary metal, it will wear out even if it is called misrill, but the Oriharkon does not have it.

What happens when my blacksmithing skills (although it’s a cheat) are added to it? A sword would do something terrible. “Since the Demon King is invading us, I don’t want to make him a hero unless it’s something like that.”

“I wonder if I have any special abilities.” Like, call for water or something. “

“Like an apoitakara glowing?”

Well, that’s just Hikaru, but I’ve never noticed anything else.

Is that so?

Yeah. Maybe we can get some water, but unfortunately it’s not.

“I’ve never actually seen anything like it.”

As I said, Diana sighed tinyly. I know how you feel. In other words, if the water came out, my tension would have been one step higher.

Anne’s in for a talk, too.

Oryharkon told me to call the thunder.

“Where?”

“The bard who came to my house told me.”

I see.

Of Anne – the palace of the Empire. Since it is the story of the bard who was called there, can I accept it as a fair story?

God is real in this world, so even if you think it’s absurd, it may actually happen. In the first place, my cheat is ridiculous.

However, basically, it is people who tell stories, so even from Anne’s casual expression, it seems that it is better not to take it too seriously.

It seems that if it’s a story that is passed down to us, it can cause the ground to shake.

“If that happens, the weapon’s performance will no longer be relevant…”

“Right, I think it’s good to have that kind of impact.”

It seems to have been conveyed in the Dwarf Riquet’s house. Although this is not an aristocrat, there is a very long tradition of dwarves, and the story is told in the house of blacksmiths.

It is difficult to cut it out of your head and throw it away, but as Riquet said, perhaps what was said metaphorically probably came to refer to itself one day. What was said to be “fast as flying” is said to be “flying” one day.

Camilo said, mocking his moustache.

I didn’t know I could do anything amazing, either.

But if you say you have no other ability, can you give such a precious thing to the Empire?

Uh…

Camilo scratched his cheek.

Actually, the origin of Oriharkon is the Empire.

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I realized that my eyebrows were rising. Anne also began to soisowa.

“That’s why, as a matter of fact, the Empire’s things return to the Empire.”

“I trusted you very much.”

It was probably the Oriharkon that was brought in undercover. If the kingdom decides not to exist, the Empire will be stolen from Oriharkon.

“That’s not the measure of the Empire… but it’s a little bit of a flaunt, isn’t it?”

When I put a question mark on his head, Camilo said, tinkling with his mustache again.

An appeal that even if we were to take this amount, it would be okay.

“The Empire has more.”

I looked towards Chiras and Anne, but since I tilted my neck, the exact amount of holdings seemed to be a secret.

In such a place, the national power will be unexpectedly–no, in this case it will be quite explicit. In any case, it will be effective in diplomacy later. I thought it would increase my credibility when I let the Oriharkon fluff up.

So, what do we do?

Camilo, who had regrouped his arms, asked me. I have a question mark on my mind that I don’t know how many times it will be today.

What is it?

Camilo sighed heavily.

Would you like to take it?

Did you bring the knife of Oriharkon?

Camilo nodded this time. I laughed. You look a little bad, and you realize it.

“Do you think you have a choice not to accept it?”

Dodo and the trading room are filled with laughter. Well, he’s got to be a little bit of a temper.