The next day, Thermia and Deanna pulled up a "big" pig, Thermia said, from the lake. All I'm saying is that Thermia is big, and she's certainly quite a size. The previous world also says pigs weigh about 70 kg, but this is likely to be about as much even if the intestine is "annoyed" is removed.
If I skinned it and turned it into meat, I would think it would be considerably less, but it would still be a fine amount for the other two weeks. Build a carriage and pull it off as usual. The baggage is huge, but it's easy to pull it off because it's four of us.
I went back and sat down, but I was still able to secure a good amount of meat.
"I'm fine with this for a while"
"Can we get another one next week or so?
"Oh, that's enough."
I would rather have more stock.
"See you next week. I don't know what I'd like."
Thermia is in a good mood for a big shot.
"The big prey in this forest is the bear...... anyway, what is there but pigs and deer?
"That's about as big as it gets. If it's a little smaller, there's a big raccoon sometimes."
"Big Raccoon?
"This is about the round one. You look a little cute."
Thermia represents the size by hand, about 70 cm. You sure are big for a raccoon.
"Delicious?
"Sort of... It doesn't taste bad, but since deer and pigs are more numerous and delicious, I don't bother to acquire them."
"I see. So much so that when no other prey is captured"
"Hey."
Salt or dry the meat while we have that conversation. Except for what we eat today, of course.
On this day's lunch we served sautéed pork with flavored liquor - brandy and salted peppered steak, but let's add that Thermia and Riquette, of course, were also popular with Deanna.
Me and Like do blacksmith work this afternoon, but Thermia and Deanna seem to do some repairs. There's nothing big about it, but there seems to be a little bit of damage.
Like, because of course it includes underwear. I certainly can't do that. So leave it to the two of us, and we'll concentrate on the blacksmith job.
As usual, I'm the luxury model, and Lique is the general model. I'm fast at making it, but Rike has enough to make until today, so if I make it again tomorrow, I'm likely to be able to secure enough deliveries. The sound of flames and hammers echoes in the blacksmith. The hammer jumped on top of it and the product took shape one after the other, dancing with bright red heated iron on stage.
The next day, Thermia and Deanna, who had her lunch box held, went out to collect it. They look for fruits and vegetables. Me and Rike are still at the blacksmith today.
"Do you want to go outside once in a while, too, Rike?
"Why not?
"No, Rike's been working the blacksmith, hasn't he? Thermos are out."
"If you say you don't want to leave, it's a lie, because Dwarf is for real, and it's fun enough for that"
"Right. That would be nice."
"Thank you for your concern, parent"
"No...... yeah"
That's how the two of us start a blacksmith job. Even before evening, the number there could be created. Maybe more than usual at this rate. Should I take the day off tomorrow? When you think so, the door to the sales space is slammed. I'm beating him pretty hard. Leaving a surprised liqueur on the spot, I heard a familiar voice as I headed to the door.
"Eizo, come on!
Still a dumb big voice.
"I'll open it now, so wait!
I yell back loud and open the door, no less than I lose. There stood a long, red-haired woman with a full grin on her face with a large knife wound but also a lovely one.
"Yo, long time no see!
"Hey. Nice to meet you. Come in and sit down."
"Oh, thank you."
Woman - Helen, who is called ”Thunder Sword” because of her mercenary speed, enters Zukazuka and sits down with Dokari. I haven't made that much actual noise, but I feel like it's loud because of the movement. I'll tell Liqué to prepare the wine divided by water instead of tea.
"So? What are you doing today? Was it a glitch?
"No, there's no noticeable glitch. It's just, Atai, next time you're going to a bit of a distant battlefield. I wanted to ask you to take care of it and check it out before I do."
"Oh, I see"
When I receive two short swords from Helen, I check for any blade spills or distortions.
"Have you used this a lot?
"Mm-hmm. It's been a week of training since then, and after that, I've been urrying because I said I'd exorcise a pirate near here or something, and in between, I've also practiced with my Marutai opponent on this, so that's pretty much it."
"I see."
There is little blade spill, and it can be said that there is no distortion, but conversely, there is some. How much power can I use to hurt my bespoke model so far? There are still things I don't know unless I put them in action.
"Oh, yeah."
Helen stands up as if she thought.
"Hmm? What's up?
I figured something out.
"The sword, it was so sturdy as Atai imagined. If I do, I can cut it. I've saved your life a few times."
Ho ho. Then I guess I got swords with this and other unscrupulous uses. Will it be enough if I endure this much? The material itself is just steel.
"I don't care how much you say thank you, but let me tell you. Thanks."
That's what Helen says. He gives me his right hand.
"... because this is my job. I've decided to do my job. I'm gonna do my job."
I hold the hand offered. The gripping hand hurt, but now happiness prevails over such a thing.
"Parents aren't very honest."
Not enough to ignore Like's words saying that with a sigh of laughter.