Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

After a delightful drink, the soldiers return to the garrison. Mr. Liddy went back inside once with the elves and was to come back to the garrison tomorrow to return with him.

When I returned to the garrison, Sandro's men prepared a meal and waited. With that said, it's almost past noon.

"Everybody's tired! Come on, eat up!

When the old man screams out loud, unbeaten by the hustle and bustle of the soldiers, the tension is lifted and suddenly hungry conscious soldiers run to the cafeteria and head for it.

"You don't have to panic so much to change the amount of mesh!

That's what the old man said, and the place was wrapped in the laughter of the remaining soldiers.

I need to do something first, so I'm heading to the outpost. The captain of the unit who escorted me there said, "Hey, you!," he called out.

"It really helped me today. And... I'm sorry.

The captain is frowning. The captain knows I'm the one who defeated Hobgoblin, so I guess he's sick that the handle won't come to me.

"What, it doesn't matter because I'm not happy that an old blacksmith gets such an honor. It's all about money.

I laughed and offered my right hand. The captain grips his hand with a troubled face. I can ask about my previous experience, with a bitter hand.

Honor in battle is cheaty. I'd rather have someone say this than me. That's what I thought again.

When I go back to the outpost, I put the statue of the goddess of nostalgia on the shelf and say thank you for this safe trip.

Unfortunately, the spear was also taken care of unexpectedly, but after thanking him in his heart, he removed the pattern and left it only on the tip of his ear. When this guy gets home, we'll put the pattern and the stone bump on him again.

I'm heading to the command post. It would have been more efficient to come here first, but I wanted to keep the statue of the goddess back on the shelf first. Entering the command post, it's quite noisy with joy and excitement and preparation for tomorrow's withdrawal.

I looked around and found Miss Frederica hanging on my desk. I'm writing right now. She should be busy for the next week or so. Perhaps the best place to rest is in the carriage on the way home.

It's painful, but this is my job too, so I talk.

"Mr. Frederica, can I have a word with you?

"Ah, Mr. Eizou. Yes, just a moment.

When Miss Frederica finished writing to the book, she turned to us. Another story on the way, what were you doing when you got back to your old job?

"What is it?

"I want to see if there's any repairs today, and I need a bit of manpower to clean up the blacksmith's materials.

"Oh, I see.

Miss Frederica turned the paperwork on her desk in a rash and said looking at one.

"Uh, there's no repairs today. I have some broken weapons, but I'm going to be back in time because I'm going to get them spared and put them together for repair when I get back. I'm sorry for Mr. Eizou.

It'll cost me money to fix it here. From my point of view, that doesn't mean I'm going to lose that amount of money.

"No, never mind. I'm already a heck of a guy today, so I'd rather be thankful.

This is not modest or reluctant, it is an untrue state of mind. I'm acting normal for once, but just do it to the fight, come on, fix it! I'm not well enough to say.

"Thank you. The personnel to be used for removal will be on their way later, so leave it to them.

"Okay, thank you. Try not to overfill the roots, too, Mr. Frederica.

"Yes.

Miss Frederica said with a smile that made us laugh. Dropped off by that flamboyant smile, I'm leaving the command post. If there's no repair, we'll just clean up after.

When I went back to the outpost to do the butterfly work of cleaning up the charcoal bricks "goodwill" on the fire bed, discarding the water in the water barrel, and allowing Huigo to move around, four soldiers came, so I decided to ask them to take what they could take first.

"I'm sorry I let you go back and work so hard.

"No, because this is also my job.

The soldiers, who still feel young, carry out the things in the outpost in pairs. In the meantime, I did the statue of the goddess on the shelf, and I tapped the cloth I was straining, and the outpost disappeared.

It was for a short time, but I feel a little sad when I run out of my workplace. Traces of the installation of tools left in various places have unnecessarily stirred up the sorrow like when I saw the abandoned factory.

"I took care of you. Thank you."

I put my hands gently on the trail, thanked him, and I left the outpost behind.