Once we've all done our worship, we'll get to work. Put the fire on the fire floor, send the wind to raise the temperature, and when it comes up, stick the Mithril sword in and heat it up. Apart from that, the furnace was also kept on fire. This is for the Liquettes to work on.
Remove and beat with hammer when the temperature of the misthrill rises and becomes critical among machinable temperatures. Clear, glassy sounds echo inside the blacksmith, sparkling light, beating quickly so that you can beat it more than once.
But it's also not to say that you should slap it right here as soon as you can. If you go a little crazy at hand, the woven magic will be lost for that matter. We have to do two things at the same time: be careful not to do it, and beat it quickly. Surely there will be a limited number of people who can handle this. Even more so in blacksmiths where the majority do not understand magic. It would be suspicious if they told me that I truly understood magic too, but I still see a proper flow of magic.
And those who can see the flow of magic properly say that if there is a fairly limited number of people in this world who can use magic, if they become wizards without being blacksmiths, that's the only thing that's cheap about their lives, so the result is that "few things can handle misrills correctly in a human blacksmith".
Mithrill, who has built up his magic almost to the limit, sounds clear but responds very heavily and is poorly stretched. It comes off the machinable temperature while beating a few times. I put my sword in the fire bed again and heat it up, take it out, slap it. The glassy sound of me slamming a misrill and the metal sound of Rike slamming his sword to make a general model resonates loudly in the workplace. By its side, Thermia and Deanna are moulding and flushing the iron dissolved in the furnace.
Fire, wind, hammer, and man make their own sounds, and do their own work. It seemed to me like this space was very comfortable.
That does, and Mithril doesn't stretch me at all, so I'm making very poor progress. Still, it seems like we'll make it to the two-week deadline.
In the end, on this day, I was able to stretch half of the remaining 2/3, or 1/3, to where I left off. Perhaps this should still be considerably faster than a regular blacksmith, but slower progress than the usual steel sword is quite stressful. It was saved that the sound was beautiful when I hit it. If it hadn't been for that one, we might have been further behind schedule.
But from now on, considering Apoitacara and other still unseen ores, you can't be snagging at Mithril's rebound either. You have to get through this and be confident.
The next day, given yesterday's progress, today is the day when I will continue to beat Mithrill for a day. I will not forget the exchange of water and salt on the new and routine shrine, nor the worship. The Liques are still producing general models today. Mr. Liddy is supposed to tour my work the same way today. That said, I'm just looking where I'm stretching out a day hitting Mithril with a hammer.
"Mr. Liddy.
"What is it?
Listening while heating with a misthrill on the fire floor, Ms Liddy replied with the same cool and clear voice.
"Is it fun to watch?
"Right. If it's normal work, you might think it's boring somewhere if you watch it all day, because Mr. Eizou's work is not normal.
"Thanks for that.
I thank you by deciding that you probably complimented me as Mr. Liddy. It's not normal, actually.
"Besides, the elves have a longer life span, so they feel a day shorter than a human day.
Intelligent, but if I thought it was some laid-back atmosphere, I see, different times to feel it? Wait, so Thermia's five years was a pretty long day. Unfortunately, it is a feeling that I will never know, even if I get cheats, that I am a human being.
"Sounds good, too. The blacksmith who could make a beautiful noise so far was neither in me nor in the approximate.
"Does it sound different depending on who hammers it?
"Yeah. The more efficient and magical you are, the better the misrills sound. I don't think anyone who can do it on Mr. Eizou's level is that good at an elf blacksmith either.
"Ho.
Pretending not to notice Like snorting unh at the edge of his sight, hammering a heated misrill, I hammer. The beaten misril sounded beautiful.
"When it comes to sounding so far, it also affects the refinement of the misrills.
"Really?
"Yep. Steel won't do that, but Mithril is so easy to build up magic that it's purely close, and the sound is cleaner when you hit it.
"Ha ha, I see.
I can't really make that noise. Now I know why I feel different than I did when I struck Mithril's fine sword before. Mithril was less "refined" then this one - I mean, I guess it had a lot of impurities. To say that magic could have struck with less effort without caging for that matter is not such a sloppy imagination.
In time, we'll explore ways to improve refinement. That's what I thought, listening to the beautiful sound of glass.