Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith
Mass Delivery
We have continued to make well ever since, and on this day we were able to create nine copies. Fifty overs almost certainly seems to be achievable. On the contrary, it doesn't look like it's going to exceed sixty. Now we know the maximum number of moulds to be made from tomorrow. I would say to the limit, but you should make 55 a goal.
At dinner this day, we talked about the song, and Deanna was also performing a little singing. As part of everything upbringing, nobility can sing some song for both men and women, and dancing is equally as noble as anyone can do some.
And I want to have a family name when it comes to it. I guess I should really be able to sing something about songs in this world, but it's not included in the cheats, and I don't have any information about songs in my installed knowledge.
I can't even say that and sing a song from the previous world. The lyrics are Japanese or English at best. Only ”Ninth” can be sung in German, but it doesn't change that it's not a word or a song from this side of the world.
So I'm so sorry for Rike and Deanna, but now I've decided I can't sing at a blacksmith. I know it's outrageous, so when I get a chance, I'll remember the songs from this world and perform them...
The next day, tell the three of you that you have 55 final goals and that you have 36 more to reach your goals and that you need to produce nine a day to achieve them. When Deanna had 36 moulds, she told them that she wanted them to work with Thermia on pouring them into the mould. Maybe on the sixth day we have plenty of time to spare, but in that case we should take a break. You won't be able to do it for half a day.
For now, if we concentrate on making it, we're almost certain we'll make it, and we need to concentrate on today's work. The sound of fire and wind sounds quietly in the workplace, and eventually the sound of hammers. When I sang yesterday, did I blow it off, and from time to time, Rike's singing became intertwined? There are also a few repertoires. Until I was told that was what the work song was originally about, but rather than singing to the rhythm of the hammer, both me and Rike were like waving the hammer in the rhythm of the song. Especially not out of the way or anything, and I even feel more focused than when I work silently. There was someone in the previous world who could concentrate quieter and someone who had better have a BGM, but I seem to be the latter. I could make ten this day. That leaves 26 bottles.
Ten bottles were also made the next day, with sixteen remaining, and the creation of the mould was completed. I can recycle the clay, so I figured it out, but it looks like it's time for some inventory. I wish I could get clay near here, but I don't know, so I need Camilo to get some fine clay. Why don't you ask for it at the next delivery?
Furthermore, the next day, the next day and the work proceeded and 55 bottles could be safely finished.
If you think about it for a second, you could tell, but if you turned Deanna into casting, me and Rike finishing it was able to turn the job around at maximum speed, so it couldn't possibly be that way, such as surpassing ten a day, and ended up producing seven bottles on the sixth day, just enough to get some time off. It was tough, but with a clear purpose, that's a lot to accomplish after doing it. It may be a good idea to decide on the number of weeks in the future for normal production. Of course, if you have more time, you should take that portion off. Camilo could be more convenient. Will I talk to you sometime?
The day after I finished 55 bottles, it's delivery day. Unprecedented quantities of long swords are rolled into every ten bottles and loaded into the luggage. The itinerary after that is always the same, but not half the weight. I feel the medium weight even when it's loaded in the luggage car. Fortunately, there's nothing like a wheel sinking into the dirt, but you have to think about it carefully when carrying more than 55 long swords. Or we can finally introduce the horses.
I walked slower than usual, but still managed to arrive at Camilo's shop at a time that would only take a little later than usual.
The procedure itself remains the same for Camilo's shop. The difference is that I brought a purchase order. Pass the purchase order to Camilo and the warden who came into the trading room.
"Fifty-five long swords in total. I made it right.
Well, I didn't mean to confirm the numbers.
"No, Eizo always doesn't exceed my expectations.
Camilo said in a slightly playful tone. So I don't know how far I'm serious about it.
"How long did you think it was?
"I wasn't insulting my skill, but it's not a simple story, and I thought maybe forty or so.
I see, though I said six times, you estimated that to be about it in anticipation of the fact that it simply wouldn't be that much more productive if you spent your time. I'd appreciate it if you said that.
For example, if this turns out to be "100 bottles by next week," if I was working for 8 hours now, I would be able to work for 110 bottles after 16 hours, so I can afford them, because I don't think so. I feel like the orderer who knows the area would appreciate it......
When Camilo glanced at him, the warden nodded and left. I guess I went to check the numbers. It would be more appreciated if you could confirm exactly even if you had trust.
"Is there anything else today?
Camilo cut it out after Mr. Warden left. This is the way it always is, too.
"I have clay. It doesn't have to be today. I appreciate the softness and finesse.
"Clay. I'll hit the pottery workshop we're dealing with.
"I'm sorry, that helps. And I want a horse. Pulling that luggage truck manually is about to come to the limit. Honestly, it's been a long time just getting here. I hope it's almost as usual to go home, but I want to hit my hand while I'm at it because I'm going to have trouble when I buy something bulky or heavy.
"I see...... All right. Let's try the handover.
"I'm sorry, but I asked you.
"Hey, the sinfulness of letting one disciple's little workshop hit 55.
That's what Camilo said and winked. You don't look good, Camilo.