339 Lesson 338

In the end, he buys food at the stall he was out on his way, gives it to Balkias and Ifria before heading to the workshop.

"Well, that's all I need. It's more of a workshop."

"Er... that way"

Caro peeks into the map Atal has in his hand from the side and points in the direction he is headed.

"All right, let's go then... you two can eat, but by the time we get to the workshop, you can finish eating, okay?

"Gaw!"

"Accepted!"

Upon confirmation of that reply, Atar follows the map to the workshop district.

Different people on the road were people, dwarves, elves, beasts, dragon men and various races, and no one seemed particularly curious about it.

"It's amazing how many species we have together."

"Hey, we all look friendly, regardless of race."

Walking around talking like that, I hear laughter coming from somewhere.

"Ha ha, brothers, is this your first time in this city?

It was a Dwarf man. I've been talking to Gahaha in a cheerful atmosphere with a big laugh.

"Yeah, but what about you?

Atal has a slightly stiff tone due to his vigilance.

"Ha, I'm sorry to laugh. I'm a real blacksmith in this city. You guys were so naughty."

From Nikakka Laughing Real, I don't feel the temperament of the elusive craftsman Atal knows well.

Either way, he talks friendly in a nostalgic way.

"Right... a blacksmith? Then could you take me to the workshop? I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Real laughs nicely at Atal's words again.

"Ouch! Come to my workshop. Come! I'll introduce you to the other craftsmen! Is that what you want to hear? Or is it something you want to make? You guys look kind of funny. I'm sure the others will be interested too!

Real, who keeps smiling, affirms so.

"Why did you get so far..."

Even though I first met him, Atal wonders why he makes it so much better.

"I told you earlier. Because you guys look interesting. That's it, isn't it? The ones who came to this city on a dragon, right? I guess the dragon you're with can change its size. That sounds interesting, including that. And..."

Speaking in childlike innocence of finding a new toy, Real looks around Caro's chest and laughs niggly.

"What? Huh!

Noticed that gaze, Caro rushes to hide his chest.

Feeling how she hates it, Balkias moves in front of Caro and peels his fangs as he goes low.

Ifria also shows the child dragon size while blowing a small fire from her mouth.

Atal had only taken out one handgun and pointed the muzzle at the real thing.

"What? No! No! No, you're not! It wasn't my breasts I was looking at! It's that breastplate the lady's equipped with!

That's what they say. The Atals look at Caro's breasts, too.

"... uh, you know what? You know what makes this breastplate so special?

"Oh, yeah! You're using materials you've never seen before, okay? Even I have used various materials as a weapon as a craftsman, but I have never seen the materials used for that breastplate. So once it was funny!

The Atals also convince themselves to settle the spear in a realistic way that desperately explains why they saw Caro's breasts in a hurry.

"Ugh, wow. Well, I'm glad you got it. Anyway, meet my people in the workshop."

"Okay."

Real, while chilling, smiles again and precedes him in the workshop area.

As we go down the road about him, the atmosphere of the city gradually changes, and we hear tontenkanten and petty golden noises. Smoke came out of buildings everywhere and the unique heat of the blacksmith was also felt.

"This feels familiar."

"Ha!"

"Gaw!"

Ataru remembered the nostalgia for this atmosphere because even in the kingdom of the giants the sound of the work was heard from the workshop.

"It's also about getting craftsmen to build gear in some city, isn't it? But the craftsmen of this city haven't lost anything else, so stay tuned."

Real laughs nicely at how the Atals are doing.

As far as I could tell, he seemed to laugh like this.

And stop pitting where you've been for a while.

"Well, then I'll call everyone"

I put the Atals here to go and call them, and I thought, Real breathed in heavily.

"You guys, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

A loud voice echoing around.

The Ataru had accidentally blocked their ears.

"Oh, hey! If you're gonna make a big voice, tell me first! And that should bring one together..."

Before the end of Atar's words, the craftsmen emerge from straw and surrounding workshops.

"I'm here... but there's so many of them."

Caro is amazed to see the growing number of craftsmen with one, two or three.

"These are my fellow craftsmen!

How about Real smile at the craftsmen! I was referring.

That number, a total of twelve.

The craftsmen watched Girosilo as if they deserved the Ataru.