Chapter 37

# 37

Chapter.9 Dwarf Village

“It’s a large site that can rival the size of most mines. “It will be fun.”

“I see!”

A young dwarf who was looking at the blueprints with me actively asked me a question.

“Are you saying we can pour everything we can into this without worrying about money?”

The chieftain’s speaking style was natural, but the young dwarves often had a bit of slurred speech. Is this something that can’t be helped since it is spoken in human language rather than dwarven language?

“Again, I have no intention of saving money.”

When I nodded, the dwarves let out exclamations once again. The extravagant offer of being able to use anything seems to have been very attractive to them who were struggling with money no matter how much they wanted to make.

This is a story about construction costs.

The Dwarves themselves are poor, so frugality is the norm when making their own goods. It is rare for a client to set a construction cost this generously even when asked for it.

There is no client as big as me.

“So have you decided?”

“Of course. If a great being tells you to do something, you have to risk your life to do it, but you put such a condition on it... .”

“You have to do it with a happy heart. “Isn’t it better to force it?”

“That’s true, but... .”

“And Lulin isn’t that violent. As long as it doesn’t offend you. “I think there will be no problem if we just continue to treat it the way it is now.”

“Then I’m glad... .”

“And anyway, since the village was devastated, all the surviving dwarves move to the site, right? There is enough space for 30 people. As I said before, if a rare is created within 6 months, we will provide enough reconstruction funds so that you can find another mine and settle down.”

When I explained the amount, the dwarves started to get excited again.

“thank you. thank you! It’s hard to survive right now, but this is such a great offer. But is it really? A great being... .”

The Dwarf Chief trailed off. His face was still dark. The fear of beings called dragons seems to be greater than expected.

In that case, there is no choice but to stimulate the dwarf’s desire to improve and overcome his fear.

“Apart from the cost of rebuilding the village, if the most magnificent dragon lair I pursue is created, I will also give you this as a success reward.”

“yes?”

I carefully placed the opened luxury mechanical watch on the elder’s hand.

A collection of technologies where beautiful gears interlock to form a single world.

In the mental world of dwarves, this is something that would make them drool and lose their senses.

Although mechanical watches last forever, maintenance is more complicated than quartz watches. If the dwarves can make something like this, they will be able to manage it themselves.

In fact, rather than expecting the dwarves to reproduce the clock, we hope that they will drool over the unimaginable artistic structure of a mechanical clock.

Plus this planet.

I don’t know if it’s another parallel world of Earth, but from what I checked, the time structure was 24 hours, exactly the same as modern times.

“What on earth is this?”

The dwarves began to show reactions that did not deviate from my expectations.

Both the young dwarf and the older chieftain dwarf were mesmerized by the splendor of the wind-up parts in front of them.

“You can think of it as art that expresses time in units of one hour. It is the culmination of advanced technology. This is a summon item made with technology that does not yet exist in this world. If you are interested, succeed in building the rare. “I will give you this work of art as compensation.”

“... ... !”

As soon as I finished speaking, the dwarves collectively opened their mouths wide.

And everyone fell silent. The dwarves became quiet.

He seemed to be mesmerized by the technology he was seeing for the first time.

As I take the watch back, the dwarves’ eyes follow my hand.

“How are you? I’ll give it to you when I’m done. “When everything is over.”

“Ahhh!”

“That can’t be possible!”

Sighs come from everywhere.

“Then do you want to move?”

The Dwarf Chief looked around at the other Dwarves. Reconstruction cost and success fee. The difference of opinion has already disappeared. Moreover, since it is a dragon’s order, there is no right to veto it.

“All right. We, the dwarves of the Miliorec Mountains, will all follow the great being.”

“Well thought out. Lulin?”

Although it is not as good as the scent of mushrooms called truffles, the taste is amazing. The taste of shiitake mushrooms and pine mushrooms is also mixed.

Add munton mushrooms to add umami and pepper for a spicy taste. The peppers here are not that spicy, but it is rather suitable.

The meat that is all mixed and pounded is put into the tripe of the cow that Mr. Knoll had been asked to prepare.

Since it will be grilled and eaten right away, there is no need for a huge casing. No, isn’t lamb tripe grand enough?

Repeat this. There are as many as 30 people.

Lulin watched the repetition of the tedious task and began to doze off. I nod my head mercilessly. Saliva is flowing out. It is a mystery why this unkempt appearance is so cute.

While watching this, repeat adding meat to the lamb tripe. Slightly thick sausages that were completed like that.

Now put this on the protective film and bake it all at once. Fireballs are scattered under the shield.

I immediately used my magic.

Cheeeeeeeek!

Cheeeeeek!

Soon, the sausage made from beef began to cook, making a dazzling sound. The smell of cooking sausages wakes up even sleeping dragons.

No really.

“What the hell! “It smells delicious!”

Lurin jumped up, looked around, found a ripe sausage, and opened her mouth with an ecstatic look on her face.

“It needs to cook a little more.”

The slit sausage opens and twists as it cooks. Perhaps because of the smell, dwarves also began to gather.

That’s how the party began.

The savory taste of lamb tripe. And chewy. And the softness of the sausage. Amazing meat taste. And beer.

“Now, let’s eat. It doesn’t taste good when it cools down. “Of course, I think the great being should eat it first.”

When I pointed at Lurin, the dwarves retreated all at once, wiping their saliva.

“okay. I will eat first. Hi-Hi. From here on out, this place is mine!”

Rurin slurped the sausage with a fork. And take it to your mouth. Ah, the mouth opens.

Lurin puts a mouthful of sausage in her mouth and mumbles it.

Saliva eventually dripped from the dwarves’ mouths.

“Khaaah!”

I took a sip of beer and let out an exclamation while simultaneously nodding to the chief. With that signal, the dwarves rushed in.

“I am first!”

“Don’t be funny, you little bastard!”

The beer and sausage war breaks out.

The dragon ate up his declared share.

As the party was getting warmer, the Dwarf Chief came up next to me and opened his mouth.

“thank you. El. Somehow, as I ate the dish, my worries disappeared. “If you were going to use and kill our dwarves, you wouldn’t treat us like this.”

“Of course. I hope you don’t worry about that part. How could six months be enough?”

“We are dwarves, a race of the earth. It’s also a dwarf from Miliorec. Be sure to complete it. certainly.”

The chief nodded vigorously.

“I hope that there will be a day when I repay the kindness of El, who saved me, provided me with temporary shelter, and provided me with a way to live after that. “With the honor of our dwarves at stake.”

“Please pour all your rewards into building rares.”

The very moment I answered the dwarf chieftain, Lurin kicked me in the face from behind.

“Hmmnya. Gororong. Puha!”

I guess I ate a lot and fell asleep before I knew it. I was dozing off before, so it was a scene I expected.

“I’ll hug you if that’s what you want! Hi-Hi!”

Why are you making funny noises and talking in your sleep?

“It’s unimaginable that a great being would follow me like this. El is a great human being.”

The chief muttered that to Lurin and me, and Lurin was not to be outdone and muttered in her sleep.

“Let’s stay together at my rare, you.”

Rurin holds on to my clothes tightly.

I don’t plan on waking him up because he’s probably tired from the teleportation, but I don’t like him talking in his sleep.

So I patted his head.