Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

Place on the fire floor a plate sandwiched with steel by an apoitacara, something that looks like you said.

That slowly heated up and eventually increased to a temperature that could be processed.

Take it out and place it on the gold floor, beating it with hammers. I've had enough lengths, so from here on out it will be a task to shape.

Beat, the section of the torso is rhomboidal, and the tip is pointed from about 3/4 of the torso. Beat and flatten where it is not bladed at the apex of the rhombus.

On the other hand, if you're going to have a handle, just extend it thinly. The actual handles and vibrations are made separately of steel and fixed later.

The sound of beating with hammers echoes the blacksmith. This task itself is very much the same as normal ones, and I've shown you temperatures and stuff, so the Liques are doing their own work, and the sound of Liques hitting short swords mixes with mine.

It's happened a few times before, but this time it's only a little bit, not a steel sound, and it's also a mix of cool apoitacara sounds to make it more musical.

"There's a mixture of steel, but you also sound different from Mithril"

When Like says so, Liddy shakes his head yeah. Like was on tour, and Liddy's the client when he repaired Mithril's sword in the first place.

"Really?

Helen was the first to react. She doesn't know what it sounds like when she hits a misrill.

"That sounded clear and beautiful."

"Hey."

Thermia and Deanna also respond. They haven't toured either, but they know the sound because they were working next door.

"Uh, you wanted to hear it."

Helen let him keep his mouth shut. I know it's just a matter of timing, but it's boring that I don't know just one person.

"Well, you'll have a chance one of these days"

I say as I hammer my sword. Not many craftsmen can process misrills around here.

If you go to the capital, there will be people who can only process it, but when it comes to magic, there is no doubt that there is no one else around here but me without love or cheese.

Because in the first place, there is little magic in the capital or in the city to be able to get into Mithril. When you become a blacksmith who knows that and lives in a lot of magic, looking all over the kingdom won't be that much.

I don't live here because I know that either.

Either way, if so, there's a good chance you'll get to me when Mithril flows around here, and then you'll have plenty of opportunity to hear the sound.

Whether Helen is with us at that time or not, I want you to let me know while you're there.

When I said that, Helen nodded cocklessly and went back to her work.

Again, unlike steel only, it took time in materials sanded with apoitacara. Still, when I went around noon for a little while, he managed to form me, and I lowered my chest.

Afterwards, the parts of the bamboo and pattern are made of steel. Sometimes it's just steel, so I could make it quickly. The handles also bear the example fat cat stamp engraving.

I still think the quality and speed are going up. I can't figure it out for myself, so I'll show Rike.

"What do you think? I think that's a good time."

"No, I think you can usually say it's the finest."

Like answered without putting her hair in. I don't have a real sense of it. I ask questions.

"Is that it?

"Yeah. If they make this in this time, some blacksmiths will break your heart."

It's what Rike says with a serious face, so I'm totally unwilling to tell you to tear it up.

"If you're not, fine."

"I know my parents' finest. I can't get there, but I'll do my best to reach the limit I can."

"The more."

I want you to look ahead, even if you get stuffed with too many roots and fall, because that would be troubling and you would still be young (not sure how old Dwarf is).

Then sculpt both sides of the flattened part of the body with a pair of glasses. It's a lightning sculpture, similar to the one I made before. The sculpture cut off all the steel parts so that the apoitacara was exposed.

By doing so, lightning will rise blue and full of itself. A sword glowing blue with a blade and a full lightning bolt. Its bearer is a mercenary known as a "thunderbolt”. It would be nice if it became something similar to the owner's alias.

Combine the parts made with the body and wrap the leather around the pattern. As a matter of fact, the overall shape is now in place. The sun is about to set, and the Liques are cleaning up.

I give Helen both swords that she's free.

"We're done. It's getting a little sunny, but give it a try. I'll put the blade on later."

"Ohh... Ohh!

Helen's voice, touched by the sword she could, echoed into the workplace.