Chapter 77 – Ep.77 Smith, a Black Company in Another World
The administrator stood up with a faint smile on his face.
“Then, shall we go look at the ingots that will be used as materials?”
“Ah, yep.”
I got up and followed the administrator with a happy heart.
Originally, I, the lowest-ranking person here (slave), should have opened the door, but the administrator just walked over with a kind face and opened the door wide.
“Now, shall we go?”
Thankfully, the administrator held the door with his hand until Giena and I came out.
Giena and I came out, following the administrator who was walking ahead of us.
The atmosphere outside was even worse than before Giena and I came inside.
I could roughly figure out what the reason was without anyone telling me.
The magistrate took us to the stables between the castle gate and the guard station.
When we arrived there, we could see wagons lying around as if there were no owners, and there were a total of six wagons.
“Hmm? “Why are you doing this?”
“…”
As she always walked one step ahead of me, Ms. Na suddenly stretched out one of her arms and stopped me from walking.
This time she even took out the bow that was hanging on her shoulder and held it in her hand.
“Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”
“…”
The administrator suddenly stopped, looked back at us, and tilted her head as if wondering.
Mr. Giena, who was still making an incomprehensible expression towards the administrator, spoke in a grave tone.
“If you don’t belong to the same group, I will kill you.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Mr. Na took out one of her arrows from the quiver she was carrying on her back and pulled her string.
But fortunately, the arrow did not leave Mr. Giena’s hand.
“We know each other well. That’s right.”
“…”
Before Ms. Gi Na released her arrow, the administrator first raised both her hands and said that.
Only then did Ms. Gi Na put her arrow back where it had been and put her arrow on her back.
The administrator smiled bitterly and sighed briefly.
“The level of adventurers these days is amazing.”
The administrator spoke to Na in a subtle tone, but Na simply kept her mouth shut.
I couldn’t help but feel curious about this sudden situation.
“I… Is something happening?”
“The person who was serving as an escort was in a very good mood, so he seemed to have misunderstood the people who came with me as my guard as enemies.”
“Aha.”
I glanced at Ms. Na’s face as she stood there with a grave expression on her face.
Although she seemed extremely weak to Amella, Giena was an elf who was not only a master of the bow but also an expert at magic.
I don’t know what it was, but the administrator seemed quite taken aback by Giena’s skills, so I just pretended not to know anything and said, ‘Aha. ‘I see.’ I just nodded in response.
The administrator wiped his bitter smile and with a good look on his face again led us behind the carriage and gently pulled one side of the screen to show us.
“Oh wow. “Is this really all iron ingots?”
I couldn’t hide my bewilderment at the heavy-looking pockets packed inside the carriage.
“Yes. “The rest of the wagons are loaded with similar amounts.”
“Holy Sheep.”
I think each small bag was about 40 kilos, so how many kilos of iron lumps are loaded on this wagon?
“The words… “Are you okay?”
“You mean?”
“Yep. Isn’t there a person who would have brought this here? Just looking at it, it must have been really heavy…”
“Well, Mr. Smith, you were from the desert, right?”
“That’s right?”
Is it my imagination?
For a moment, I felt like the administrator’s eyes turned slightly sharper as he looked at me.
“Haha, on the continent, carriages carrying heavy loads like this are usually pulled by tame drakes, not horses.”
“Drake?”
Could this be the Drake I know?
Those guys who are a subspecies of dragons that often appear in games and novels on Earth and walk around on two legs?
“Yes. “The species itself is very ferocious and aggressive, but if you can successfully tame them, they are like ten excellent warhorses.”
“Then… “Are you saying they are here now?”
“Yes. “I’m using the whole massa over there.”
The Masa that the administrator pointed to was the largest area here.
“I would like to show you around, but they are very shy.”
“Oh, no. “I’ll take a look later when I get a chance.”
Actually, I was a little curious about how they came to be.
But it wasn’t enough to risk my life.
I recently realized that curiosity is best left as just curiosity, so I wiped the Drake guys out of my head.
“But Mr. Smith?”
“Ah, yep.”
I was looking at Martha who said Drake was there, but I turned my head when I heard the administrator’s call.
“Where is the workshop? “I will transport the ingots you need right there.”
“Uh…”
I had a brief brain freeze.
I took over the warehouse on the first floor of the guild from my sister, albeit temporarily.
The problem is that the luggage inside has not been disposed of yet.
I naturally looked at the administrator’s thoughts.
“Hmm?”
The administrator just tilted his head with an innocent face.
This kind of thing.
You fucking lazy Smith bastard.
I was thinking of preparing a plausible battle to avoid suspicion, but due to various issues, I kept putting it off and ended up getting to the point.
Curse the Smiths of the past.
“Mr. Smith?”
“Yes? Ah, that workshop.”
I could feel my back getting wet with cold sweat in real time.
It was at that moment when I didn’t know what to do and kept my mouth shut.
“Mr. Smith’s workshop is currently being moved. “I think you can move the items on the wagon to the guard captain’s residence.”
“Oh my, are you living together?”
“That’s right.”
“Oh my. Okay. Lord Kernax’s residence. All right. Then, I’ll move just one wagon’s worth of it a little later.”
Since she was the administrator, she said that while looking at Na, so Na just nodded her head in silence.
“Great. “Then our conversation is essentially over.”
“Ah, yep.”
I blinked and nodded.
“I would like to have a little personal conversation, but I will have to take over a lot of things to replace Sir Kernax, who will be away, so please excuse me.”
“Ah, yep. Thank you for your hard work.”
“What about the hardships? It was a pleasure to talk to such a wonderful man. Haha. Then please go back carefully.”
The administrator slightly bowed his head to me and quickly entered the security building.
Only after the administrator had completely disappeared did I sigh briefly and express my gratitude to Mr. Giena.
“Mr. Giena. “Thank you so much.”
“What?”
Ms. Giena gave me a slightly questioning look at my gratitude.
“You gave the answer for me a little while ago.”
“I just told you the facts as they are? “Mr. Smith’s workshop is the place where Mr. Smith is.”
“Uh, um. What. Yes. “Heh, heh.”
I scratched my head shyly.
Mr. Giena knew that I could make bows and stockings using the secret arts of the desert tribe, but I had forgotten that fact until a little while ago.
Anyway, it was true that the crisis was overcome thanks to Gienna, so I expressed my gratitude once again in my heart.
“I think the business is over. What do you want to do?”
“Hmm… “I think it would be best to go home.”
I had a few questions to ask Kernax about stockings, but I thought it would be better to just go back now.
Even if I stay, I will only make Kernax more nervous, and the soldiers will find it annoying and annoying in many ways.
“Then let’s go back.”
“Ah, Gienna. “Is it okay if I stop by the guild for a moment?”
It’s true that Giena stuck by my side like a piece of gum, but that didn’t mean she was by my side all day.
Even though it looked like this, he was an elf with a busy schedule as he was pointing his bow at the adventurers at the guild after lunch.
Giena looked at the sky for a moment and then nodded her head.
“It looks like there’s a lot of time left until lunch, so it’ll be okay.”
“Thank you.”
“Then shall we go to the guild?”
“Oh, if there’s an open street stall on the way, I’ll buy something.”
“That’s a good idea.”
Guild branch leader’s office.
Just right. Just right. Just right.
Sister Amela was sitting at her work desk, tapping her slender fingers rhythmically on the desk.
“Therefore… “Do you want to follow that bitch Kernax?”
“… Yep.”
Just right. Just right. Just right.
My sister knocked on the desk again.
After purchasing deer skewers from a street vendor with Giena, I arrived at the guild and immediately looked for my sister.
My sister was in the branch manager’s office with Siron, and I told her that I wanted to follow Kernax if he would give me permission.
It’s been like this ever since.
My sister looked straight at me with an extremely serious face.
“You… Are you aware of your status as a slave?”
“… Sure.”
“I’m glad. “I thought you had forgotten that you were a slave because everyone around you said you were cute.”
My sister said things to me that a normal sister would never say.
Of course, I didn’t feel bad at all.
Obviously, the words that came out of my sister’s mouth were all harsh and degrading, but I could not sense sincerity in any of them.
Perhaps my sister is worried about me and wants me to change my mind by saying something like that, so she speaks harshly.
“… You idiot. “Hurry up and tell your sister I’m sorry.”
“…”
Siron, who was standing next to me with sleepy eyes, gently poked my side and whispered very softly in my ear.
Just-
The sound of tapping on the desk stopped.
Siron and I looked at each other at the same time.
“… “Think about it.”
“Sister?!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Siron next to me shouted loudly for Amela for the first time.
“Shut up.”
“…”
However, at her sister’s extremely cruel words, Siron gritted her teeth and lowered her eyes to the floor.
My sister, who had been glaring at Shiron for a moment, looked at me.
“Is that the end of what you have to say?”
“Oh that… “I plan to raise the quality a little more and give it to the soldiers of Molingta.”
“To some extent.”
“It’s shocking…”
“Do it that way. “Is the business over?”
“Ah, yep.”
“Then get out.”
“Yep…”
I watched my sister’s thoughts and left the branch manager’s office with Giena.
**
After Smith left, Siron, who had been quietly keeping her mouth shut, raised her head and asked Amela.
“Sister… “You really don’t plan on sending Smith after that bitch Kernax, do you?”
“What are you going to do if you’re thinking of sending it away?”
“… It’s crazy?”
“Do you want to get married?”
“Under… !! “That’s not what I’m saying!!”
“Oh fuck you bitch. It’s really fucking loud. “Shut up and go back to sleep, you bitch.”
“Sister!!”
Shiron irritably shouted at Amela again.
But, unlike before, Amela simply sighed.
“Shiron. Siron. Siron, we just used our power ignorantly.”
“Who, who is being ignorant?”
“You bitch. You. You dude Are you going to keep Smith locked up in this city for the rest of his life?”
“That… “No.”
“Our Siron. Sometimes, think about people other than yourself. You bitch. The kid from the desert who was already free-spirited had been almost trapped in this stuffy city for four years. “If it were you, wouldn’t you go crazy?”
“…”
Siron could not answer Amela’s question.
Seeing such a discussion, Amella let out her sigh once again.
“It worked out better. I was thinking of giving myself some breathing room at least once, but…”
Amela quietly swallowed her words that sooner or later the guild master would return to the empire.
“… “What else?”
“That guy Smith too. “I felt like I needed to see with my own eyes what kind of results the piece of cloth I made would produce.”
“… This?”
Siron slightly lifted her pants and showed the ‘Night Fairy’ to Amela.
Ah Mela looked at that and nodded her head slightly.
“That guy Smith. “I don’t know how they make something like that, but the performance is so outrageous.”
“… “It was kind of amazing.”
Siron, who had fully experienced the performance of the ‘Night Fairy’ through battles with cultists and Kernax, could not help but agree with Amela’s words.
“And that piece of cloth…” Same with the bow. These are items that, if released on the market, will turn the battlefield upside down… In fact, the bastard who made it has no interest in that part, even as a goblin asshole.”
This time too, Siron was unable to refute anything.
When Smith made things, he knew better than anyone else that they were made with a sole focus on ‘sex.’
“Therefore… Her older sister. That idiot saw her battlefield for himself… What is it. Anyway. “Do you want me to become self-aware?”
“Okay. “If you see for yourself what happens when you make too much of something, you will probably control yourself even if I don’t touch it.”
“… Ha.”
I felt like I wanted to insist that it couldn’t be done, but I couldn’t do it in the end.
Siron sighed and rubbed her face and spoke to Amela.
“Am I going to follow you too?”
At Siron’s words, she grabbed Amela’s collar pan and said with a smile, as if teasing her a little.
“Tell me about it after the restoration work is finished.”
“… Under.”
Siron’s face crumpled.
