Chapter 482 – Traces and Records (13)
“Now then, shall we stop by the blacksmith guild?”
“Do it or not.”
The answer is cool. No, rather than being cool, he’s pissed off too.
─Wow! I hugged the fat Veronica as if asking what else.
“Hehe. Our Veronica, are you mad that her husband is flirting with someone else?”
“… Noisy. Do you think a hug will ease your anger?”
“Your lips are already half full.”
“I said it was noisy. Like a bad master.”
─Two-dak, two-dak! It was Veronica hitting her chest while stepping on her foot. I said as I hit her cotton fist.
“You also have an identity problem. If you go beyond honorary nobility and receive some territory, I might be able to give you an official status.”
… Stop.
The fist, which had paused for a moment, began striking me in the chest again.
Still, compared to before, it’s weaker, and now it’s like feathers colliding.
“Huh. How can you, a commoner, acquire territory? Even if I am dark in human society, I can guess that much.”
“Ego, I heard you. Still don’t you know? Who would have thought we would end up like this when we first met.”
“It happened. It’s only once or twice that the tongue is roasted and boiled. I’m going to burn it all up. It would be too early for boredom in our relationship.”
Contrary to her words, Veronica, who seems to have let go of her anger, shyly slipped out of her husband’s arms. The lips that deliberately pout are cute. If I hadn’t pretended to be angry, I would have kissed her, but I held back because I thought it would only make her more angry.
“Let’s just go. Lunch break is over.”
“Uh.”
The road to the Blacksmith Guild is short.
The size is different, but the area where the guild is located is similar. Unlike the adventurer’s guild where location is important like convenience stores, these 2 guilds prefer places with cheap land.
When we go there and find Clara, she is having an after-dinner break with Audrey.
No, there is one man I don’t know. He wears goggles and has thick forearms like a Chinese restaurant chef. Probably the blacksmith. Judging by Clara’s expression, he must not have been her husband.
“… Mr Nord? Oh my gosh! How did that arm end up like that?!”
As if she was talking to a stranger, Clara made a fuss about her world when she saw that I had lost her arm.
No, it’s okay to make a fuss about it, but after all, I’m going to ask everyone I really meet. Should I wear a sign around my neck? ‘I broke my arm while fighting. Won I’m going to stick with you again’.
“——So, well, that’s how it happened.”
After a rough explanation, I pointed at Audrey, who was wandering the line between passing out and sleeping.
“Anyway, why is he like that?”
“Oh. Did you know Audrey? I heard about it. I’m already exhausted because the work is a bit difficult.”
“… A little? Some?”
Audrey stood up with bloodshot eyes. The clothes are sweaty.
“Don’t talk nonsense! What is ‘somewhat difficult’ to pounding iron piled up like a mountain all day in that hot blast furnace!!”
─Spooky! Audrey tossed the towel around his neck and wept.
“Nord! This guy is crazy!! They say they don’t even hurt their arms when they keep pounding with swords and spears in the fire pit, even though they don’t have as much stamina as me! It must be crazy! I think my arm is about to fall off already!”
“This is the job you chose. Accept it.”
“Keeeee!!!”
I’m going very crazy. Audrey screamed and fell over and fell back to sleep. Clara said, wiping away sweat.
“Uh… Anyway, you came because of the ring, right? Should I say I’m glad it wasn’t my left arm that was cut off?”
“It was a deadly joke if it wasn’t going to happen again.”
“Oh, sorry. Anyway, the ring is in our blacksmith’s safe, can you bring it right away?”
“After work. You look very busy, but you’re not shameless enough to interrupt your rest.”
“Yeah. I’ll visit you at your house after work, so give me the address… “
“Wait a minute!! Don’t ignore me and keep talking!! What are you young bastard doing!”
The old man, who had been ignored all along, screamed. I covered my ears.
Mr. Special) His voice is loud when he shouts.
“… Mr. Josephine. Whatever you say, I like metal. I’d rather let go of the hammer than do anything else.”
Clara also frowned slightly, as if her ears were hurting. Then, her forearms were thick! She let out a laugh that I couldn’t tell if she was laughing or not.
“Metal is not money. Others work for money, but you alone earn a penny while going through similar hardships, right? Are you going to die of old age after spending your whole life kneading farming tools and weapons for common soldiers?”
“Farming tools and soldiers’ weapons are important, and it’s not a matter of money. I became a blacksmith because I like metal.”
“No~. So I mean, why are you so immature?”
He beat his chest as if he was stuffy and asked why he couldn’t understand even such a simple fact.
“I’m saying this like a daughter, but it’s because you’re still young and don’t know anything. But why do you listen so dearly when your senior spends precious time giving advice on life? Do you hate me?”
“… Nope. It can’t be.”
… Hmm. I can tell just by looking at it.
I nodded my head at Clara’s expression, which seemed like a dick, but it was hard to beat her out of her temper.
I was on a break, but he came to me and started fucking me, which made me feel like shit.
It was my fault. I could have run away if I had said yes when I said I was going with you, but I hadn’t even noticed until then.
“After we got married, our Clara changed, changed.”
As if even managing her expression had become difficult, it was clear that Clara was holding back her sighs. A blacksmith named Josephine did a good job of catching it and pointed with her finger while frowning.
“Don’t make me repeat the same thing over and over again. Are you saying you got anything to gain by making me a new person? It’s all about wishing you well. Things like metal smelting shouldn’t be left to the alchemists!”
Look at the fucking talk. There is no other line to hang on to. If there is a Kkondae Grand Prix, this bastard would be a candidate for the championship.
‘There are a lot of old people in the blacksmith guild.’
Even though he was a person who declared that he only touched metal, he felt rather fortunate to have met Clara.
Even if it’s the right thing to say, it’s a law to get angry.
Even I, who was listening, felt annoyance in my stomach as the PTSD of my graduate student days soared.
What the fuck If I can’t stand this, I think her eyes will roll back and throw me away, just like when I first went to Clara’s forge.
─Flutter!!
As I was trying to say something to save our poor ringmaker, there was a sudden loud sound from the sky like a leather flag waving.
No, I was the only one who caught that sound. Because the opponent was coming down from the sky.
And the others who followed me to the sky were also amazed. Josephine, who was about to shoot something, collapsed with a shudder.
“Huh uh huh—?!”
“Mister Nord! Is there Mr. Nord of Sargadis—!!”
─Flutter!! Flutter!!
With a sound like a leather flag, the wyvern swung from the sky. When the rider on top of it suddenly called my name and came down, Veronica half-opened her eyes as if asking if it was her master again.
No, look at those eyes. I swear I don’t know.
“Everything, what are you?! What are you doing, riding such a dangerous thing and coming down to someone else’s guild site?!”
“Hey—! Sorry! I’m a courier from the Transport Guild, and of course I have permission to fly from the co-ops. Here is the certificate.”
When Josephine shouted, he showed the pattern of the transport guild and said calmly. I’m a fucking courier.
Just looking at the existence of the wall, you can tell, but the means to fly through the air like a wyvern are fucking expensive and rare. This is because wild wyverns are actually a type of monster and cannot be tamed.
Some farms tame and sell one animal every few years with some kind of artisan’s technique or trade secret.
‘But what the fuck is a courier riding a wyvern?’
Uh, no This is a bit of a different idea. Is there any law telling a delivery man not to ride a motorcycle that costs tens of thousands of won?
And when I thought about it, I had some guesses.
A few days ago, I borrowed Tyrsi’s hand and wrote several letters to Romania.
“… Is there anything in front of me?”
“Yes. I stopped by the house and the wizard guild, but I heard that you were here, so I came straight away. Were you rude?”
“Please. Welcome.”
There is only one acquaintance who can do this kind of money.
‘It’s on a different level than the dirt spoons that throw paper money.’
Wyvern is unlikely to be pacified with beef jerky, so hacking like Catherine did won’t work. Security is tight.
Just as it is faster to crack someone who knows the password than to hack it, if the password is too strong, there will be no problem even if the password is 1234.
Anyway, very perfect. Timing is the best
‘I’m lucky.’
I got a letter from a rider on a wyvern, jumping over the old man who had hit his butt.
It was a letter with the seal of the Armials family.
It was a machoism-filled introduction that started with ‘You’re an asshole’. Well. It’s the first time I’ve received a letter from a man and my heart raced. ‘I received your letter well. The loss of an arm is heartbreaking for me too. Since you say there is a way to get the elixir, I won’t enclose it, but if you need it, feel free to contact me.〉 Let’s skip it, skip it. I skipped over the introduction or greetings and focused only on the main topic. Your family or party members—probably about Tirsi—how are you, me and my daughter-in-law getting along well, the knight commander wants to meet again, things like that. I don’t want to meet that crazy man. The letter, which was leisurely written on expensive-looking stationery, did not come to the main point until the second page. OK, got permission. I closed the letter The money line, no, the water owner’s assurance was received. It’s not good to just open a business in an octopus way, but wouldn’t it be a waste to miss this opportunity? “Miss Clara.” I told her, avoiding her old man, her old man. “Would you like to recreate the lost technology that enchants metal?” As a rule of thumb, cash is the best of the best. Wouldn’t it be helpful to the elixir business if we proceed with a big business based on the magic of the ancient civilization’s axe, and borrow a little from the sponsor elders’ funds or the results of the business? And this was something only I could do in this world. ‘You, blacksmith guild. Do you have the Eye of Odin?’ I can write a thesis with the ax I farmed this time. Thank you as always. Odin’s loyalty. “Magic… Yo? Is it metal? Is that, is that possible?!”
“Perhaps it is possible. I’ve finished researching the formula, but I’m too busy to repeat trial and error.”
The interpretation of the enchantment of the ancient civilization was successful.
Now it was enough to research what materials this professional metal lover needed.
“What, what are you talking about? Do you enchant metal? I’m just saying this because you don’t know how hard it is! Where are the amateurs talking nonsense!”
The old man stood up vigorously, but when the wyvern purred—and let out her snort, he hardened like a stone.
“You have to do it to know. And it’s not my money anyway. Khehehe.”
Based on my experience, when dealing with old people, it is best to push them with money and power rather than a hundred persuasive words. They may curse at you from behind, but they crawl on their own in front.
“Hee, hee… !! Hey, hey you! What to do with this guy… !!”
─It’s okay. Josephine didn’t respond and watched the wyvern lick her face with her tongue, blushing.
If it got caught in that big chin, the uncle’s head would probably explode.
“Ah! Our Daphne looks like she smells like breadweed! Even though Daphne looks like that, she likes bread!”
The courier smiled cheerfully as if to say not to worry. I also giggled and laughed.
And Clara’s face became brighter than when she received the mithril ring request.
“I will! In the least chance, I don’t care! Please! Please let me challenge you!”
“Quack. Good.”
This makes me happy too.
Damn it, can’t even a dirt spoon like us be able to make a little bit of a self-made business?
