Smith， a Black Company in Another World 64

Chapter 64 – Ep.64 Smith, a Black Company in Another World

When I came out of the bathroom, my sister was no longer in the room.

After taking the clothes and cleanliness scroll that I had left behind right before, I left my sister’s room and came downstairs.

“I guess Shiron hasn’t arrived yet.”

In front of the cracked door, the piece of scroll I had attached was still stuck there.
I retrieved the piece and entered the room.
I put the cleanliness scroll back in the storage box under the bed and got up.

Outside the window, I saw a dark night sky and a high moon.

Growling.
Okay. I wondered why it didn’t ring.

It was soon time for dinner, and I had to replenish my energy by eating a lot of protein.

Knock. Knock. Knock.
Three honest knocks.

When I turned my head, I saw Giena’s face through the crack in the door.

“Mr. Smith. “Can I come in?”
“Ah, yep.”

The door opened.
Gienna held a tray in one hand, and on top of it were my favorite Amela sandwiches and a plate of sweet-smelling stew.

“That?”
“The manager told me to bring it to you.”
“Aha.”

My sister’s consideration that I never felt even when I was a receptionist.
It seems like you really liked the massage.

While I was thinking about my sister for a moment, Kiena moved her plate from her tray to my desk.

“Oh, and I heard it from the manager. He said he was saving a tree. “It would have been better if you had come to see me sooner and asked me for a favor.”
“Uh, um…”

I couldn’t answer easily.

Ms. Giena is looking at me with truly pure gaze, her orange eyes sparkling.
However, you should not be fooled by those innocent eyes. Mr. Giena’s innocence could be said to be evil without malice.
Anyway, that’s it.

“I will get the cane tree by lunchtime tomorrow and move it to the guild’s vacant lot.”
“Thank you.”
“No. “I decided to get paid properly.”

Geenashi smiled brightly and turned his back.

“Oh, and adventurer Siron won’t be back until tomorrow evening.”
“Tomorrow dinner?”

No, what are you doing that keeps someone there for an entire day?
… What Siron and Kernax did was too great to take sides.

“This is what I heard on my way here, but they both have good physical strength, so they work for a day and rest for half a day. “They said it works like this.”

Mr. Giena added that the supervisor’s goal is to ensure that the craftsmen and the workers who receive daily wages, except for the two, take shifts and rest properly, while the two people with remaining stamina eat as much as possible and somehow finish the restoration work in a short time.

“Then I’ll see you around lunch tomorrow.”
“Ah, thank you for bringing me the meal.”
“It was nothing.”

Giena bowed her head slightly in greeting, as was her courtesy, then gently closed her door and left the room.

“Gulkun. Is Siron coming tomorrow evening? Then, I won’t have time to do anything else.”

Half a day.
In other words, she had to go to the recovery site again the next day.
It seemed like there would be no time to spend with Siron and Kernax until the northern streets were completely restored.

Percussion-!!

-Keek!!
―Weeeeek… !!

After a hearty dinner, I fell into a deep sleep when I heard an unusual sound in my ear.

“… “What?”

Rubbing her eyes, she lifted herself up and looked at the window frame.
The morning sunlight came in warmly, covering the wooden floor with a warm glow.

Tak, percussion. Crack!!

– Strengthen your legs properly and hold on. You stupid bitches.

At the very familiar sound, I stretched out of bed and headed to the window sill.
I opened the window wide and looked down.

In the clearing where the adventurers were supposed to be training for a while, I saw a truly unexpected person standing there holding a wooden sword.

“Sister?”

Sister Amela was beating up the adventurers in the clearing like they were dogs with a wooden sword.

“Evil!! Argh!! Bone! “I hit a bone!!”
“Crazy bitch. “If you scream that you got hit in the bone, will the other person not even stab you?”

“Huh profit?!”
“What if this stupid bitch loses her shield?”

“Duh…” Gosh!!”
“I’m going to be amazed. “There’s a bitch in the world who attacks by screaming?”

More than ten adventurers each grabbed their weapons and attacked the sister, but the results were disastrous.

Is that the raid or something?

Wow!!

Let’s stop and find out.

I closed the window and came down to the kitchen.

“Ah, Mr. Smith. “My eldest sister here prepared it.”
“Oh. Thank you.”

I always sat down where Amela sat and stuffed a salad with thick meat, fresh vegetables, and sour sauce into her mouth.

“Um, Mr. Smith?”
“Oh, yeah?”

While I was engrossed in eating, a kitchen worker with a familiar face came up next to me.

“Do you know that your eldest sister has become a completely different person since last night?”
“Oh, yes. “I saw you this morning, and you were holding adventurers in the vacant lot like they were dogs.”
“Hehe, it all turns into blood and flesh.”
“Is that so?”
“Sure. Anyway, Mr. Smith. “Please take good care of my eldest sister.”

-Please me too!!
-That’s right!! Now I can finally take a breather and do some work!!
-Please save us. Please really please. Yes?

Requests came in from all over to take good care of my sister.
To be honest, if my sister is in a good mood, the benefits I can get increase, so I nodded to the kitchen staff’s wishes.

After finishing breakfast, I returned to the room, digested food properly, and then started doing bodyweight exercises.
After cooling off and drying my sweaty body and clothes with a cleanliness scroll, I opened the window for ventilation.

“Ah, Mr. Smith.”

Na looked up at me and waved her hand as she was carrying a heavy load of wood on her back.
Seeing Giena in the vacant lot, she must have already had lunch.

“Mr. Gienna!! “I’m sorry, but could you please move me to my room?”
“It’s not difficult. “I’ll be there soon.”

I opened the door wide and waited for Giena to come up.
After waiting for a while, several footsteps were heard in the hallway.

“Oh…”

When she peeked out her head, she could see five other adventurers, including Giena, walking towards my room with Giena carrying a wooden baggage on her back.

“Can I leave it here?”
“Yep. “You can leave it roughly.”
“Then.”

Giena put down the wooden luggage under my closet and took the luggage off the other adventurers’ backs and lined them up neatly.

“Are you planning on making a bow from now on?”
“That’s what I plan to do if no one is looking.”
“It’s a bamboo bow made in the style of a desert tribe… “I’m already looking forward to what kind of child will be born!!”
“Ha, haha.”

Sorry.
He’s probably not the guy Giena thinks he is.

I made her nod her head, apologizing to me inwardly because her eyes were sparkling and she was expressing her expectations for me.

“Ah! “Then we’ll just leave.”
“Thank you for your effort.”
“As I said yesterday, there is no need to be particularly grateful because you have been paid. Instead, the bow is completed…”
“Sure. I’ll be sure to show you when it’s completed. “I promise.”
“Heh, heh… Then. “I’ll be waiting to see you later.”

Ms. Gina left her room very quietly and quickly, taking the standing adventurers with her.

Left alone, I stretched out my hand toward the wooden luggage neatly placed in front of the closet-

“Storage of sacred materials.”

The piece of wood that touched her hand disappeared without a sound.
After moving all the pieces of wood into storage, I sat down on a chair.

《Material Storage List》
◎Pure iron: 3kg
◎Kanamu: 4.69kg

I laughed out loud after checking the status of the archive.
I put in 5 pieces of wood, but it only weighed 4 kg.

“It’s really a fucking Changryeol tree.”

Contrary to my expectations, which I thought would be plenty, the amount was only enough to make two if I had to use the minimum amount.

“Well, it doesn’t matter since we’re not going to mass produce it right now… “No matter how much I think about it, it’s really a piece of crap wood for its cost-effectiveness.”

I activated the creation of a holy object.
Since you have already decided which material to use for which part, you can immediately create a new holy object by simply writing down the amount of material to be consumed.

Unlike stockings, the composition of the ingredients cannot be changed, but the amount of ingredients used each time I make them can be freely modified, so I first filled in the minimum ingredients and then pressed ‘Create’.

“Oh oh.”

Just like the night fairy, a ‘holy object’ just appeared on the desk.

“It looks much more luxurious than I thought.”

It is not a plain D-shaped bow, but a ↜↝ shape, and both ends of the bow are bent in the shape of my hands, which I previously completed with the help of Siron’s pussy and claws.

The bow stem inherited the dark brown color of the main material, the cane tree, and both curved ends of the bow were made of pure iron and sparkled with a clear silver color.

I picked up the bow.

A longbow that is slightly shorter than my height.
The weight was appropriate for me when I held it with one hand.

I waved the bow up and down.

Crack.

The dull sound of metal clashing against metal was heard from the lower part of the bow.
This sound was made by a small iron bead attached to the back of the bowstring connecting the bowstrings hitting the iron bowstring.

“Fortunately, the sound is much quieter than I thought.”

As the sound was so small, there was almost no vibration.

I have a new sacred object in my hand. I was quite satisfied with the ‘Bow of Consolation’ as it looked much better than I expected.

As you might expect from the name, this bow was made not for any other function, but to help women of this era masturbate.

The function of the bow itself remains the same, but when sexual desire builds up, I insert the tip of the bow, which imitates the shape of my hand curved to match Siron’s pussy and clit, into the lone flower petal.

Personally, I think this alone was a novel idea. But I didn’t end there.
The key is the part that sticks out slightly, like a deer’s antler, modeled after my thumb.
When the protruding part connected to the iron bead is aligned with the claw and shaken, the iron bead moves up and down and hits the bow rod, and the vibration is transmitted to the claw.

In other words, should we call it a manual clicap?

To be honest, it’s only now that I’ve thought about it, but I think I’m a bit crazy too.
How could I come up with something like this?
Amazing. Smith’s motherfucker from the past.

“But it would be difficult to change the position unless you cut the rope.”

The bow was so large that there was no problem holding it and swinging it.
It was clear that this was a guy who would blow you away if you lied down on the bed or leaned against something like the bathroom.
On the contrary, due to the nature of the bow, it is difficult to fix it somewhere, and if it is fixed, you will not be able to utilize the function of the manual cleat cap, which is the core of this bow.

“Hmm, bows have this problem.”

I’m thinking of a ‘sword’ as my next holy object, but then I’ll have to try making it while thinking about more diverse positions.

“But wouldn’t it be okay if I took this out now?”

I only met Giena three times, but even though she was a bit unusual, she didn’t seem like a bad person.
If I take this bow out now, people will definitely ask me how I made it. However, if I avoid answering, I can guarantee that although she will be disappointed, she will not cause me any more trouble.

Nevertheless, I have no intention of showing this bow to Mr. Giena right now.
Because although she trusts Giena, today she cannot trust the rest of the adventurers who came with Giena and other people at all.
In the first place, it wasn’t a question of whether to believe or not, but by now there would probably be rumors going around about why I needed the tree.

In order to sell a sacred item, it is necessary to attract a certain amount of attention, but the timing is not right now.

“But I can’t test it on Siron, who will return today.”

I don’t want to try out a masturbation device while holding on to a tired body.
Also, if the switch was turned on incorrectly, there was a very high possibility that it would be reversed, so I didn’t even dare to try it.

“Oh… ?”

A new sacred object in my mind that I was thinking about. I could think of only one person who could test and evaluate the various performances of the ‘Bow of Consolation’.

He is more free than anyone else, people don’t think it’s strange when he comes into my room, and even if there is noise, he is the only one who can clean it up.

It was Amela.