Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi no Slow na Second Life

Quickly, I'll be taken out of the blacksmith.

And Grandpa Smith holds the sword he has just swayed, swinging it out.

"Huh!

That alone cut down two or three trees growing near the blacksmith.

".................. ugh!

Zorro Zorro arrived Campbell Street Forge was also stunned.

"Wow this...!

I groaned with indignation.

Awesome to say what's awesome and just the feel in your hand.

The feeling when passing through the aura is completely different from the iron sword.

Mithril's sword lodges the aura as if the cotton sucks water.

Compared to that, the iron sword seemed to be the one trying to make the iron suck water.

That's how different I felt.

"Mithril, penetrate the aura inside. The other metals just let them clump around. That's what they call the decisive difference."

Grandpa Smith speaks proudly.

I think I'm happy with the wind that I've had a good job for a long time.

"That's why Mithrill-made weapons are jumping through in battles using Aura. I don't know because I'm only on the side of making it, but I'm also saying that there were some unique methods of warfare that used Mithril weapons."

I enjoy waving my Mithril weapon, and I swing my phone.

Each time the tree falls.

Is that a little too much?

"Because of this, you can chop and chop fine and make firewood. Fire is essential for a blacksmith job."

It was Grandpa Smith who really got younger from the tone.

"You! You're filthy!

And Fitbitan coming to protest.

What are you so angry about?

"That old man, he's not a village blacksmith!? He must be a namesake! Why did you hide it?"

"You're the ones who took it personally, aren't you? I don't have any complaints."

Grandpa Smith, it's just a tone of voice here.

"By and large, you guys are more ruthless sitting around against the will of the center guild. If you have a complaint, do you sue me? Hmm?"

"Ku...... Huh!?"

It's not that I have a legal basis, not to mention my skill as a blacksmith.

Before Campbell Street was shown to have solved all of Grandpa Smith's complaints from the state of total manoeuvre, it was a sealed state.

"Ro, old master..., I apologize for your disrespect"

Still, Fitbitan resolutely says.

"If you reveal who you are from the beginning, this is what I paid you for... That celebrity art, I just admire it. Would you mind teaching a blacksmith in my city?"

"Oh, shit."

Grandpa Smith, I'm sorry.

"Why would I have to teach a stranger how to instill and hone a blacksmith's life? And for free? There's more to it than that."

"... ugh!?"

"Why don't we talk about you guys carefully when the Alliance executives come back? I'll let you relax in the village until then."

"Oh, wait, old master...... ugh!

"Let's go young."

Grandpa Smith encouraged me and was leaving clearly.

I look back.

In the rear, Fitbitan stared at him with his bloody eyes.

Is it your fault?

That impatient gaze was rather pouring on me.

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"No, it's refreshing! Scuffy and refreshing!

Grandpa Smith is in a good mood on his way back to the center of the village.

"Oh well, it's great to feed someone upside down who thinks anything will do what he wants. Bye!

"Don't do anything that leaves too much to be done."

I wanted to avoid a deterioration in my relationship with my neighbor because I am a resident of the village of Lax, both physically and mentally.

However, it was helpful that Grandpa Smith turned down the other offer.

Because if Campbell Street forces had learned how to process Mithrills here and sat in a blacksmith, it would have been quite a hassle for Lax Village.

"Now, young man, it's time to return the sword"

"Huh!?"

Can't you give me this sword?

From the flow so far, it won't!?

"Don't be silly. Such a sword, not a prototype I made for a shoulder habit I touched a long time ago!

"Ha...!?"

"It wouldn't hang in your hands if it weren't for a fuller force. It's in your hands that I've identified as the best."

Huh?

Does that mean...?

"I saw you earlier, didn't I? There is no madness in the feeling of the eagle devoting much of his life to blacksmithing. Few people with special aura aptitudes like you have ever seen. If you are...!

Talk that far, Grandpa Smith gets hacked.

"... No, I need to keep my customer information secret. Anyway, young man, it doesn't look good on you unless it's a special weapon. That's what I'm talking about."

"Are you saying you're going to make it?

"Of course not."

"Are you sure!? Are you sure you want to make it?!?"

I know enough to say I don't like it when Grandpa Smith says he's a celebrity without two people in the world in the past.

That masterpiece waves his arm!? On purpose!?

For me!?

"Can you stay without making it? Luck to be touched by a misrill that I thought I would never touch again for the rest of my life. Besides, he was the best user who showed up at a time that seemed like heavenly destiny. I'll make the best weapon for you. That must have been my last job."

A professional light dwells in Grandpa Smith's eyes.

"My short life ahead. Create the greatest masterpiece you'll ever regret!!"

I'm happy with your intentions, but don't give me the momentum that's going to burn your life out.

At that age, it doesn't go out of style.

"As a blacksmith, I do a lot of research."

"Ha...?

"We gathered knowledge of the East and West in ancient times to create weapons no one had ever seen or imagined, and we repeated our experiments. Still, misrills are essential to reaching the highest standards, and I left my eagle dreams hopeless that they would not come true......!

Long.

Xuan Man, long description.

"I see hope thanks to you. A user who inspires creativity in the most important ingredient: Mithril. All you have to do is shape a concept that has been warming up for years!

"... about enough, huh?

So, what are we gonna do now?

Back to the blacksmith again to work?

"We also need to get the ingredients misrills."

"Then you'll be fine. I was lost and left alone."

Mr. Smith removes Mithril's ingot from the nostalgia.

"Jizzy!?"

"I can't believe the workshop wasn't there either. I have a whole new approach to production. So we don't need a conventional workshop!

You mean that's the idea you were saying?

What the hell are you going to create, you jizzy...?

It's not dangerous for the user either, is it?

"I have the tools I need, and I'm sure I'll have a late apprentice. Let's just say we get into production as soon as it arrives!

"Why are apprentices delayed?

"Because I have heavy baggage. I came first because I couldn't wait to see Mithril."

You jizzy...!?

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That's how we wait for Grandpa Smith's apprentice to arrive and see the secret tools and dots they brought in.

"This is an essential new weapon for the production of my greatest masterpiece! Glad to hear Mithril can be used, I couldn't bring it in. Wow!

"Is this...!?"

I was stunned to see one of Grandpa Smith's pride dishes.

Because it looked familiar.

This is for sure.

"Athanol furnace!?"

"Oh, you know what?

Unique.

I still belong to the former Demon King's Army. It's a secret though.

Because this Athanol furnace is what the Demons are supposed to use.

The Demon Clan creates the Demonic Instrument, but one of the tools used to create its Demonic Instrument is this Athanol Furnace.

So to speak, it's a magic tool to create a magic tool.