Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Journal

- Engraving.

This is a technique that uses magic silver to engrave [magic characters (arts glyphs)] into objects for a variety of effects.

Regardless of the material to be engraved.

Wood.

Leather.

Resin.

etc.

It is particularly common for metallic materials to be carried out in the form of carvings or the like, which are made of silica (hence).

Unlike the typeface used in normal writing, the [magic character (arts glyph)] to be carved also needs to be like a pattern.

The neighborhood is a town by people because of artisan preferences involved.

Bad technicians can be substitutes that can't even be described as patterns because they just keep the letters connected and carved, but when they become famous technicians, they make them beautiful and gorgeous, so much so that they even receive the treatment of art.

What you need is magic silver, of course.

colorants derived from minerals that shape the effect.

A knife, gavel, or hammer needed to dig a groove into an object.

Finishing surfaces can vary from scratch to scratch.

The carving is mostly engraved such that the object lasts longer, and is often required to be processed to prevent corrosion, especially against rust.

However, when this becomes weapons-related, such as blades, the difficulty jumps dramatically.

It is not particularly difficult if only to improve the sharpness and prevent rust, but these things tend to seek sturdy ones often.

Simply engraving for sturdiness can be too sturdy to polish the blade this time.

It must therefore be applied with care in mind, making it difficult to combine engravings.

All in all, it wasn't such a difficult job this time, there were some engravings and most of the original engraving fixtures were maintained.

There is no time for complicated engraving, so you can feel safe in time and material.

Rent the living room of the village chief's house to inspect and repair engraving chips, looting, etc. A while after I pinched my lunch break, the fact is that I am now working on engraving.

... while my husband works at fault, the two servants are not supposed to be free... etc., but are busy taking care of horses and preparing beds, negotiating supplies from other merchants stopping by.

Especially with regard to Kazzi, he seems to be familiar with the countryside, and he is conscious of the indiscipline of these communities and so on.

On the earthbound side, the village humans, who had gathered in rarity, were cheering like toyed children when they saw the high performance of the grindstone they had been able to do earlier.

In the meantime, the village chief brings tea.

"Thank you"

"Most of it's about inspection and repair, so it's not even that much to be thanked for."

"There is no such thing. They're all very helpful."

That's what the village chief says, and he says thank you words that will be several times today.

And

"My wife will prepare a dish for you today."

Following the village chief's gaze, the kitchen had already been brought in various ingredients.

mountain vegetables.

Eggs.

You crushed it in the morning, even the duck.

"That's not how you get that far..."

"No, let me do that. That's all I got you to see. Instead, we have to pay for it."

That's what the village chief says, but I'm not very good around it.

The difference between overnight accommodation and the inspection and maintenance of engraving equipment is slight, even if it doesn't have to be matched. I can even say that the village spends more for making dinner extravagant.

That means.

"... I knew this was soaring too?

When asked while indicating the engraving, the village chief nodded like he was in trouble: "Yes…".

If magic silver soars, naturally the engraving that makes it an ingredient will also be caught and the price will go up.

When that happens, it's not hard to imagine that this place is also affected by it.

And that prediction seemed to be true.

"... from time to time until before, I bought engraving equipment or had it carved, but these days I've been so demanded that my eyeballs pop up just for maintenance"

"That's it..."

"There have been many other sudden price increases, as long as they are painful for us"

and tells me that the price of wheat and salt has gone up.

To the mayor's sigh, I can't help but feel the weight.

This is even Rustinel territory with the Silver Mountain.

Apparently, this time the problem is something pretty serious.

It was a fold I was talking to the village chief about that.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I can call you like that.

Turning his gaze toward the voice, there's a young man in a tulip hat.

He appears to draw the earthly crowd apart, and from behind him, his little fat middle-aged man continues to rough his breath.

Does the fact that you are approaching also mean that you are running errands for the village head? I can see from the wind that I'm not from the village. He's wearing a travel costume, so I guess he's the one who stopped by the village just like himself.

The man in the tulip hat was about the same age as Noah or a little above.

Put your jacket together, a large, curved knife on your hips, and a smaller back sac on your back.

I get the impression that my eyes are as thin as thread and I paste the fox surface of the man's world as it is.

Speaking of features, is that about it?

On the other hand, he seems to be a mediocre man who is a businessman and finds no other traits to name but small fat.

The village chief, who noticed the two of them, speaks to the man in the tulip hat.

"This is Lord Gills."

"Mr. Mayor, excuse me for a moment"

The man, called Gills, winks briskly when he returns a careless greeting to the village chief.

Then he comes here with a grin.

I wonder what the hell is going on.

"Ya, I heard there was a nobleman here or something, and I thought I'd say hello. It's polite and talkative to show your face when these things happen. I don't know."

"Oh, oh."

Jumping out of his subtle mouth was quite a regional cliché.

Even though I haven't heard it, it's like coming up with Bella Bella, an aunt from a local city in a man's country.

Pushed and bewildered by such a man's momentum, he turns his gaze to the village chief and looks black-and-white with his eyes on whether he is also unable to adapt to the momentum of a tulip hat man.

Then the other person I saw spoke to me in a voice to gloat.

"Gui, Lord Gills. It would be rude to be so kind to the aristocrats..."

"Shit. Wye, from the birth of Imeria, feels so familiar when she talks. Please, and you don't really care? Huh?

I snorted at Gills, who approached me with a threaded smile and asked me how pushy I was.

"As, well..."

"Here! With your nobles' tattoos! This will solve everything!

I try to push the verbal thing off with a smile, Gills. What? The thickness of the skin on the face, but wonder and I don't find it rude because of the affection in every part of it? Smiling like a person loves to, just a little over gesture hand gesture. I didn't really feel bad about them.

Sometimes the village chief was going to drink the tea he brought, and once he stops his hand.

When you look at the earthly one for a moment, you see Noah.

Probably came to see me on guard.

Returning his gaze, Gills slowly sat down in the front chair and the other sat next to it in a modest condition.

And let loose the back sac you unloaded from your back.

"Wye is Gills, Richie Monya. It's called a traveling merchant. Go east and west, go north and south, go around countries and do business. Well, the neighbor... what did you do?

"My name is Pirocoro. I was in some business, too. Please know... uh, ma'am?

"Ugh..."

I didn't mean any ill will to ask, but I still can't help but draw my tongue to the words.

Try to squeeze the bitter taste out of your crampy mouth and correct it.

"Ko, I'm still a man for once..."

"That's very rude!

As Pirocoro quickly bowed his head, Gills, a traveling merchant, took a firm stance,

"No, thanks for the pirocco. I didn't know which Wai was either."

"What, Lord Gills?

"Piroko Han seems serious, and I thought if I took him, he'd ask me first. Forgive me."

To Gills' words, Pirocoro puckered his mouth. Eventually I hold my head.

What a combo exchange... but uncomfortable to think of as a combo.

"Doesn't that mean you two know each other?

"Shit. I just got to know Pirokoro Han. Like someone else in the red."

"Yes, in the fold preparing the tent, from Lord Gills, who came to say hello." I'm going to say hello to the nobles, so how about a pirocoro han? "Asked..."

Piroccolo mumbles there for some reason.

I mean, it is. To deduce from earlier stories.

"... said he was pulled with or without"

"Yes."

Little fat merchant showing fatigue on his face.

This pace of action and chatter on the part of Gills would certainly be exhausting.

"Shit. I had time to hang out, so I did just fine."

I think it's Mr Pirocolo who thinks about that, but that's what Gills wants to do.

"... I'm Arcs. I know it's been a while, but it's nice to meet you."

When I greeted him with an unusual greeting, Gills said,

"Really, should I call you Master Arcs?

"You can call me whatever you want."

"Oh, eh?

"There's no one here to blame or insult me."

If you shake it up, you'll just attract trouble.

Either way, you won't have to get out too high pressure because it's just the meeting here with them.

Gills' "Really, Arcs, with you. Yeah? to the word," Oh, "returns a simple affirmation.

On the other hand, it seems that those in the pyrochorus are terrible to call that, and look frightened.

"Both of you, from the mountain road, after all?

"Saya. So Pyrocollo Han and I were eating each other's stomps. Yeah, but you're in a lot of trouble, right?

"Yeah, well..."

To that word, it pins.

"What's the big zone... oh, you were pulling a couple of baggage cars?

"Yes, that's our load."

"Really?"

Then Gills throws a grin that is contained in the pyrochorus.

"I wonder what the hell you're carrying. Using such a sturdy looking luggage car means a lot of monsters and candles."

"It's refined silver, and it's being transported from the nearby silver mountain to the lord."

"Ho! Silver!"

"Silver..."

I'm surprised by the words. I didn't know I was carrying what I was looking for right now.

It also seems like an odd edge, but sometimes it bothers me separately.

"Oh, I mean, don't you carry it under the Lord's jurisdiction?

"Yes. Of course, that shipment is under the Lord's control. We are also in business as transporters, and this carriage is also carried out on the orders of our lords."

"Oh, I see..."

I guess it takes the form of consignments when it comes to transport. Carrying heavy loads takes both manpower and cost. For this reason, the form of entrusting it to a specialist vendor around it would probably lead to a reduction in expenses.

That's what I said. I'll take my permit out of my nostalgia, and I'll show it to you. Piroccolo.

Gills replied vaguely, "Ho..." once he took it.

"Well, you did a hell of a lot when you got to the mountain road, didn't you?

"Yep. Talk about a thief showing up, I don't care anymore..."

My complexion isn't very good because of the fear that they might steal the load.

I guess the child merchant has a rather weak personality because he is badly distressed.

"Even so, silver. As much as I want Wye to sell it. If we do it now, we'll have all the people we want."

"As I said earlier, that shipment is delivered to the lord, so it cannot be sold. Even if we could sell it, Lord Gills wouldn't have the means to carry it, would he?

"Ha! I don't think so! They took one of these! Oh, my God!"

Gills is laughing alone.

Even this one, I'm concerned that the object is nearby, but the purpose of this journey is purchasing.

Naturally, we can't negotiate here with Pirocoro, make a purchase and say yes, and if we buy the lord's baggage on this occasion in the first place, it's obvious that it will get twisted.

Since there is an authorization letter, it is also possible to push it through, but then there will now be a problem between the royal family and the Rustinel family. If I were to do it, I wouldn't be brave enough, and after I properly offered to the lord, I would buy it via the right path.

"So, Arcs, what the hell are you gonna do?

"It's engraved.... or I think I'll know when I see it?

"It's just a conversation hang-up. Even so, I don't know how clever I am at that age. Hands on the fine part."

Girth lifts the grinding wheel that was placed and begins to flaunt it. "Is there anything else? asked," When you show the ignition device (lighter),

"... ho? This is not quite."

Roar as you light the fire. And

"The beauty of the engraved pattern is impeccable in its retention and effect. The only thing you can do so far with these tools, Arcs, is you're pretty good at it."

"Lord Gills, can you see the engraving?

"I'm still going to see all kinds of monsters. But I've never seen a muscle print before. What genre?

"I'm not a genre anywhere."

"Are you self-taught?"

Even so, I'm basically just referring to geometry and so on.

"By the way, Arcs, do you do any other engraving?

"It's basically just day-to-day items like small parts or the igniter (lighter) that I just put out."

"Ho. That's..."

Gills, for just a moment, opens that detail and turns a sharp glance. After receiving a gaze with that somewhere worthy light, he turned and made a smile,

"Doya? Mr. Arcs, will you let me handle your engraving equipment, even at Wynn's?

"I don't care."

What this one said was such an ambiguous reply.

The word alone cannot tell if it is genuine or rhetorical, and it is the world's lesson that cheap contracts are strictly forbidden to people in these arrangements in the first place.

In the meantime, a thoughtful grin appeared at Gills' mouth on the pretend.

And it's what popped out of that mouth.

"Arcs Laceft"

――

"Oh? Did you hit it?

Gills showing her throat and face.

This one, on the other hand, changes the complexion of my face due to the fact that I was even given a family name.

"You, how did you get my name?

"I don't know, rumors of the wind"

and said, to the threaded man trying to tear the core apart,

"Rumors of the wind... so you're forced to name people, aren't you?

"Ainya. Don't be so hard. I rarely have a silver-haired lineage in the kingdom, but if I crush the verse that comes to mind, yes, I will."

Indeed, the Laceft family is also famous for producing silver blondes.

It is also logical that if we know beforehand what we mean by nobility, we can reach it.

"I'm talking about incompetence and obsolescence, but no, no, I can't believe the rumors."

Is the story even spread to traveling merchants? For the first time in a long time, my anger at my father Joshua grows.

"So? Does staying here mean the purpose is silver after all?

…………

Now don't show it to your face, and stay in a grumpy mood.

How could this man have guessed it?

Turning only to the gaze of vigilance without responding, Gills shows a rushed bareback as to whether he felt he had stepped on a mine.

"No, no, it's not that easy? Engraving means you need magic silver. I mean, you're gonna need silver for the ingredients, too. Do it? So, so, so."

"I see..."

That's what I'm saying, I'll give you a careless reply.

Meanwhile, Pirokoro changed the subject to see if the air on the field made him feel uncomfortable because he conceived swordswallowing.

"Dear Arcs. If you need silver, after you arrive in the capital, you might be able to speak up a little."

"Oh, oh... well. Well, I guess I'll say hello then."

I don't need to do that because I have a letter of authorization, but I will give you an unusual reply.

Then Pirocoro says, "I did," and bows his head.

"Well, it's time for your spare time."

"Right."

"Well, Wye's in the tent. If anything happens, call me."

That said, the strange man left the village chief's house with Pirocoro.