Chapter 70 – Monsters Hiding in Buildings (2)
“Is your business not doing well?”
“Ah, please. It’s a busy farming season, and the blacksmith’s going to be tight on money?”
Harvest season is a busy time for blacksmiths, including repairing farm equipment. Even at Hotulusil’s farm, I used Clara’s scythe, so there won’t be a shortage of work.
‘… Is it because it’s so well made that it doesn’t even need repair?’
Where was it I’ve heard that a company that makes machines used in farmhouses made machines that won’t break even after 40 years of continuous use, but went bankrupt because they couldn’t make any profit from A/S costs or sales of new products.
Even if a new product is produced, the buyers do not buy a new one because they are already satisfied with the one they bought last time, and they do not earn money for repairs because it does not break. So it will be ruined.
Clara might be in a similar situation. The scythe that person made was an item that was used to remove the wooden car of King Walking-elk, who used to deal with mana.
“Here!! I brought something that the dwarves often use!!”
Udang-tang-!! Gurrureuk!!
Clara quickly puts the weapons in the box on display. What a lot of shit yeah
“For Dwarves, a weapon that uses dexterity and strength is recommended! How about this heavy hammer here?!”
As he said that, what he recommended to Fran was a heavy hammer that could crush a lion’s head with one blow.
No, you should have put an anvil on the end of the fucking rod. If you get hit by that, Beast Mode Tabula will also search for it.
I received and listened to it, but it was really heavy without countermeasures. Can this cost a franc?
“Come on, Fran.”
“Thanks.”
─Flash!
Fuck this.
‘Hit. I was able to apply it with my usual strength.’
Fran tried to lift and release a hammer that seemed to weigh 20kg with one hand. It was fairly easy to lift because of the well-balanced center of gravity, but seemed difficult to carry.
It’s not fucking Mjolnir, but if you bump into a passer-by while carrying something, it’s at least an outpatient treatment for compound fractures. If you get hit by Bural, it will be the first ovulation day of the baby.
“Is there anything else besides this? Something this heavy is hard to handle.”
Fran put down the hammer and said, probably thinking the same thing. Clara put her ringed hand on his chin and her eyes lit up.
“If you don’t like heavy things, how about the lightest weapon? I recommend this throwing knife series!!”
Cheerurureuk—.
Something like a small knife fell on the table, like the sound of spilling coins in a casino. The knives, tied with a string of five, were as thick as one blade of a pair of scissors.
“This is a throwing knife favored by adventurers and thieves. Some human or elven thieves use bows, but dwarves choose knives.”
“Yes? Why?”
“Uh… It’s good to use the dexterity and strength of the dwarves for throwing.”
Isn’t that the same for bows?
There is no relationship between dexterity and skill with a bow, as with rifle shooting, but strength applies to bows as well. If the bow is made of monster material, it becomes so tight that it is difficult for ordinary people to pull the string, because arrows shot with this can pierce rocks.
“… Oh.”
Seeing Fran pick up the knife then, I noticed the real reason Clara kept quiet.
‘It must have been because of his height.’
Dwarves with short stature cannot use long bows. Because his limbs are also short like his height.
A short bow could have been used, but a short bow would have been difficult to use.
‘Crossbows are hard to see in another world.’
It would be easy for dwarves, who are small in size, to use a crossbow, but in another world, crossbows have been pushed away by bows and died. Arrows shot with human power are stronger. Firepower? Do you want to have a speed match with Beast Return Kin?
To the people of the other world, the fact that such a weapon was developed was a crossbow, surprisingly a weapon with no merit.
“Now!! I’ll put a target here, so try throwing it!”
─Less.
Clara put something like a dart target on the wall. Fran threw a throwing knife there.
─Puck!
Nailed to authenticity
On the wall.
“… Kheuk.”
“I’m sorry!!”
When her shop was nicked, Clara made a strangling noise as if she had been hit by a knife. Frank hung his head in bewilderment, but the professional arms dealer faked a smile and held it back.
“Oh, no! I told you to throw it!”
“I-I’ll throw well this time!!”
Fran shouted resolutely, and when she raised the knife, Clara’s face turned like a trampled frog. He speaks to me in a silent clamor.
─Boyfriend! Let’s dry it!!!
─Neng.
Responding to the wind, I held Fran’s wrist lightly. Then, he gently spread Fran’s hand and handed over the knife.
The weight of the knife was heavier than expected. It feels a little heavier than kitchen scissors.
“Nor? What’s the matter?”
“No, I am going to demonstrate. This is what you do when you throw a dart or a ball.”
I, Kang Buk-ho, have always been a pro at throwing.
When I was in high school, I made a canteen bet with a dart some crazy guy brought to class, and when I was in the army, I was dragged by a crazy platoon leader and played catch with his boys.
At that time, it was literally the extreme of being like a dick, but the ‘how to throw the ball well’ taught by the platoon leader was still easily remembered.
“When you give strength, you use the lower body by twisting the waist, not the arms. When it comes to getting it where you want it to go, the timing of your hand release and the snap of your wrist are important.”
He took a pose while explaining the principle.
But if you can’t keep your form like this, you’re a dog. I raised my mana subtly and polished my concentration. My five senses became very sensitive, and my senses were revived even to my fingertips.
Get ready——and shoot!
Whiik- Puck!!
“Wow!!”
“Awesome!!”
─ Clap clap clap!!
Fran and Clara clapped in surprise. The knife I threw hit the exact center of the target.
It’s a fucking half shot, but it worked because I hit it anyway. I ran my hand over the nose that was about to become conceited and soothed it.
“Now, do you understand roughly?”
“Yes! I’ll try!”
Frank eagerly raises a knife. Clara watched, her hands sweating, and about ten seconds later the silver knife left her Franc’s hand.
Whiik- Puck!
The knife was driven into the end of the target. It was a hit anyway, so I raised my hand to clap, but Fran didn’t stop there and continued the challenge.
Whiik- Puck!
Whiik- Puck!
Whiik– Puck!!
“Hmm.”
It was a throwing knife that got closer and closer to the center of the target, like zeroing a rifle. I admired the look.
Frank’s attitude was, to be honest, pretty messed up. Even as an amateur, I could see that the throwing posture was different every time, and the strength of the waist was strong.
Whiik– Puck!!
Fran made up for this shortfall with one dexterity.
Even if the throwing posture was messed up, the timing of releasing the hand was right, so the aim did not miss. Every time he throws, he sensibly adjusts the timing or snap of releasing his hand to make the throw successful in ‘any position’.
‘I bet that’s harder than throwing with the right attitude?’
If that skill reached the peak, wouldn’t it be possible to hit all the targets with just a cursory movement of the hand while lying face down on the bed?
Is this the difference between that talent or something? Humans are really assholes.
─Puck puck puck puck!!
All of the knives Fran threw continuously hit the center of the target. There was only a positional difference of about 3 cm.
“Nor! I got it now!”
“It’s Cheongchuleoram. You can ‘dismount’.”
─Clap clap clap!
I clapped in excitement. It felt like our Franc found his talent in an unexpected place.
“Cheongchuleoram?”
“There is such a thing. It roughly means that you have surpassed your master.”
Old sayings and proverbs do not translate well. Papago was not completely omnipotent. I retrieved the target and the knife stuck in it.
“Choose another weapon besides this one. You should also have a weapon to use against enemies who come close.”
“Wait a minute? Think about it.”
Fran bought a hammer of the right length after consulting with Clara. It’s a hammer awl similar to the one I used last time. It was a familiar weapon.
So I bought a hammer and 30 knives. Fran kept it in a pocket inside the poncho, along with a special case.
“Throwing knives are 5 for 1 copper, and hammers are 7 copper. Up to three knife cases, that’s 16 coopers in all.”
“Yes? 7 Cooper?”
As I was about to pay, I was stunned. A cooper coin fell from the wallet onto the table.
“I-I can’t cut it any higher than this!!”
At my words, Clara flinched and shouted. It might be because I’m tight on money, but what surprised me was that the price was so cheap.
“Aren’t my pants 65 copper? But the hammer you use as a weapon is only 7 copper?”
“It’s made of monster hide…”
This shit. Right.
In comparison, my pants seemed to be more expensive and cost more. Throwing knives are slightly scalpel-like in shape, making them look easy to make, while hammers are everyday items made tougher for combat.
‘There was a reason Fran used a hammer.’
Only 70,000 won. Junnae is cheap.
No, are my pants too expensive? Even if you put all the hammers and knives Fran uses together, it won’t weigh more than 10 kg. Iron is cheap in this world.
“Yes, what. For that price, I’m satisfied. Here you go.”
I picked up a 1 copper coin and added 18 coppers to pay. Clara took it politely with his hands and smiled with pleasure.
“Thank you! Please come again next time!”
“Okay.”
I think I will come here often because of the throwing knives.
We bought weapons like that and this time we went to look at the watch. The watch shop was on the high-class affluent street where they had been to last night.
“This is a product for adventurers.”
The old man wearing monocles, who looked like a watchmaker at first sight, suggested a rugged watch that adventurers buy.
“When you start the watch, you just insert the main spring and turn it. The clock moves for one day per rotation, but be careful as even if you turn it more than 10 times, it will only spin.”
I thought it was the first time, but it seems that the pocket watch in the other world also works by spring. Although I heard that this clockwork technology itself was developed because of the golem.
“If it falls into the water or stops, you can get it repaired for a fee at the watch guild in each city. This watch was made for adventurers, so it rarely breaks down.”
“What is the price?”
“It will be 40 coopers for one.”
1 child. It’s way too expensive
I clicked my tongue and paid the price. It was really fortunate that there was a lot of income from defeating the bandits. Even so, if you become a bronze class, your income will increase, so you should be able to cover it.
“Franc. Yours here.”
I left the store and presented Fran with a watch.
I tried to set a romantic atmosphere, but I was ashamed to set the form because it was a watch that considered durability and cost performance. It felt like the Casio watch I bought for when I went to the military, so I won.
“I wish I had one thing for Norr…”
Perhaps because of something she had said earlier at the inn, Fran calmly accepted the watch I bought while saying that.
“Still, it would be better for each of us to carry a watch when we work.”
It was the same when Tirsi and I were clearing out the bandits this time.
If I had a watch there, I would have been able to set the plunge time, but it was impossible, so I was anxious.
If the leader of the thieves had been strong on the level of Tabula, it might have been a big deal if Tirsi had faced him alone. I’d rather spend some money than put Frank through that kind of risk.
“This is all we need to prepare, so let’s go back to the inn, pack our bag and food, and set off.”
I tied the watch chain to my clothes and put it in my bosom.
It was finally the beginning of the goblin eradication request.
***
The bronze class is in an ambiguous position.
In the case of a company, it is less than the rank of assistant manager, and in the case of the military, it is about the rank of Private First Class No. 3. I don’t know anything yet, but I can say that I’m in the position of neglecting it while thinking that I’m going to take care of everything.
Since there is no case of teaching properly, it is also a grade that begins to die clumsily overconfident in one’s skills.
‘But that’s about newbies who just graduated from Attakgi, right?’
The level of the enemies I’ve fought so far is, and now it’s ridiculous to peck at a few goblins. Let’s distinguish between being careless and shrinking in fear.
So Fran and I packed up only his preparations and headed for the village of Perfort.
“Are you going to ask the animals when you get to town?”
Fran asked while walking along the road leading to Perfort Village.
“Yes. I’ll probably arrive before nightfall. Ask the animals living around you, and decide whether to get rid of them right away or find an inn and spend the night.”
I explained to Fran about my magic while talking about what happened at the thieves’ lair last night.
To be precise, it’s similar to that magic, but simpler and more effective, so he asked me to keep it a secret.
‘It would have been okay to tell Fran about her translation skills, but…’
I felt it was too early to tell the whole story yet.
If we talk about translation ability, it will naturally lead to the question of how he acquired that ability.
To talk about the earth there, the scale is too big and the content is too big to handle. However, if we go around it roughly, it becomes a lie for the sake of a lie.
‘But we’ll have to talk about it sooner or later.’
It might be heartbreaking for Fran to find out that I’m trying to find a way back to Earth. To prevent that from happening, let’s talk about it before the year ends.
─Tumble.
Like low-level adventurers, we walked diligently on our own two feet.
Fran and I don’t get tired even if we walk all day. You should be able to reach the village faster than the average traveler.
─Heeheein…
As I was walking down the street, I heard a strange cry from the ranch next door.
It sounded like an exhausted horse. It was a cry that could only come out in a situation where I was lying on the bed and was about to go to the goal. It was a tragic cry in the world, so the word “Crying” Seemed to fit perfectly.
“What is this sound?”
“It must be Hamal’s cry.”
“What?”
“Yes. There you are.”
Looking at where Frank was pointing, he saw a fucking dick-like creature in a stable on a pasture. It was a creature that looked like a mix of a hippopotamus and a horse and tripled its leg hair.
Fran said, looking at the creature.
“You also raised a hippo in this pasture. I did not know.”
“Hmm. Where have you heard Are you the Hamal in the proverb, ‘You act like a horse with a man on your back’?”
“Is it right? I’m not familiar with the Britannia proverb.”
Hamal.
It is a creature representative of the lazy creatures of another world. I didn’t know what he looked like, but I’d heard it from time to time among proverbs and idioms.
“Those kids say they don’t want to go to work right away if they have a person on their back or a load on their back. That’s why it’s called ‘selfish words that don’t tell others to do good things’.”
“It’s not selfish, isn’t it natural?”
The people of this world also classify livestock into useful and useless. I’d say it’s a very sad truth.
‘It’s laziness.’
You only act lazily when you have something on your back. Could there be something wrong with those guys?
It is said that they are quick on their feet when they are not carrying anything, so it might not be bad to visit them for a while. Pasture farms also rent out livestock.
I spoke to Fran with a feeling of interest.
“Franc. Would you like to go see it for a second?”
“Yes? Oh, if Nord wants to go, let’s go together. I want to see you for a long time too. I saw them often in my hometown.”
So we went to the farm where Hamal is raised.
