Thanks to Noelia's directions, he arrived at Gawain's workshop without fighting the Winged Dragon in vain.
It's a house built with potpounds on a big meadow.
There was a wooden hut, like a furnace for blacksmiths and a material storage area, and an equally wooden mother house that seemed to be awake in it.
It's an unreliable building even though it's built where the Wing Dragon is looking for feed...
Why are you working on a blacksmith in a place like this?
I'm talking about freaks too... but I guess it makes sense.
I had a slight anxiety about an amazing blacksmith, who lives in a dangerous area by building a studio and house like a digging shed.
"Dear Flick, Master Gawayne is a little... unusual, but don't worry, he's also one of my magical masters, and I don't think it's probably harmful"
Noelia's words without discouragement add to the anxiety.
And the more disturbing reason is that Noelia's eyes are swimming.
Is it really going to be okay...... oh, I want a good sword but I'm anxious.
"Oh, I expect to be able to request sword making without any problems"
"Now, please wait as we prepare a little. It's invisible air. Be a strong barrier and express yourself around. Air Wall (Window Barrier)"
Noelia wore an air wall (window barrier) that avoided arrows and flying objects.
No way, all of a sudden arrows and dangerous people are releasing...
I don't know how many freaks they call me, but I can do that......
I accidentally put my hand on my sword and stepped out in front of Noelia.
"Don't worry, Master Flick. This is for self-defense. I know they're harmless."
"Well... I thought you were gonna shoot me with an arrow."
"Maybe arrows are better. Yeah, but it's really harmless. Okay, I'll go."
Noelia knocked on the front door saying something she wasn't sure about.
Gabba and momentum. When the door was pulled, huge figures quickly popped out of the inside.
Ha, no! What, this move!
The shadow moved many times faster than an ordinary man, and even my motion vision of not losing sight of Alfine's sword tip couldn't capture it.
"No-e-li-a, I'm here! Mmm, what is this barrier? Ha! Can't you get in touch with my precious Noelia!
It was a magnificent man with a muscular body of a round boy who jumped out the door.
The man was obstructed by an air wall (windbarrier) that covered Noarea and leaned away from him.
Is this the awesome blacksmith Gawayne!?
I glanced at Noelia and made sure the man in front of me was the intended person.
Noelia sensed the intent of my gaze and nodded cocoon.
"Master Gawayne, we're out of time. I am no longer an adult, so I would appreciate it if you would refrain from making excessive contact."
"If you think you've had a face for a long time, you're a disciple who says things you can't do to your master. If we touch each other a little bit, we won't lose it."
"No, less. Please do not, Lord, because my spiritual strength diminishes."
Noelia seems tough on Gawayne, the magic master.
I was told that many magicians were apprenticed by Noelia to learn all sorts of magic.
Apparently Gawayne is one of those magicians.
He looked like a formidable roundboy's uncle, who was convinced if he was told he was a blacksmith, mainly in manual labor, but uncomfortable when he was told he was a magician.
"Um... Master Gawayne, the blacksmith, right?
Today, for final confirmation, I checked with a man who was blocked by an air wall (window barrier).
"What is it, kid? I'm definitely Gawayne the Blacksmith."
Gawayne's gaze at my voice was poured over here.
"Oh boy... he said he liked that swordsmanship idiot Lloyd... is that a flick?
"Yeah, that's right. I wanted to ask you to make a sword. Can you take it on?
The sight similar to the price trail from Gawain still didn't subside, and I was in a uncomfortable mood somewhere.
"Flick, if you let Noelia unravel the air wall (windbarrier) and accept contact with me, I will strike you with a sword for free. What do you say, good terms. My swords are a million ounces or more."
Gawayne, who kept on treading, offered me the conditions to get the sword made.
You can see from Lloyd's sword that the quality is so good that you can strike it.
However, if I drank this condition, I would hate it and suffer from the no-area that is stretched up to the air wall (window barrier), so it was an absolutely unacceptable condition.
"Noelia, shall we go home? The sword will be struck by the blacksmiths of Yughannotes."
Noelia looked surprised when she heard she was leaving.
"Huh? Are you leaving? You can strike your sword for free if I put up with it..."
"I don't want to get a good sword until I sacrifice people. Uncle Borderline might piss me off, but there were some good swords in the city, and that's fine."
"Are you sure? My sword is the quality of my fingerprints, not only in the border, but also in the kingdom. You don't want to try it as a swordsman?
"Yes, as I said earlier, I'm not willing to sacrifice people. You can forget about the request. Come on, Noelia, let's go home."
Gawayne was laughing out loud behind me as I looked back to walk away.
When my voice caught me and looked back, Gawayne was turning to me and smiling and laughing and nodding.
"Wahaha! You're an unusual man, too. You say you don't need Gawain's sword that the swordsmen of the world will throw everything at you and try to get it. You're an asshole, asshole. But I love assholes and idiots. Allow the flick you like to touch me."
"Say what..."
"Master Flick, run away!
Noelia told me to run away with a rarely chopped voice.
What happened...?
Something's been crashing into my body with tremendous momentum, not knowing what's going on.
The object that has been colliding was Gawayne.
As it is, I can tighten up my body with tremendous momentum.
I tried to escape, but I couldn't shake it off with great muscle strength.
I was shocked by the fact that I still thought this was more muscular than people's, so I couldn't pretend.
"Master Gawayne, I'm getting too well. Become a sleep-inducing cloud and express it around you. Sleep Cloud"
When the clouds coming out of Noelia's cane tip enveloped me and Gawain, the sleeper suddenly attacked me and I couldn't keep my eyes open.