Dream Life

Tria history April 10, 2018.

Twenty days have passed since the blacksmiths of Welburn, a city in the northern part of the Caerm Empire, came to the village of Rasmore. Dagenhardt Grabsch, Branch Manager of the Blacksmith Guild, and twenty-five other blacksmiths continue to wave the hammer every day from early morning to midnight.

Though initially bewildered by the new equipment when they came to the village, they carried the fate of Wellburn's blacksmiths, making the latest equipment their own in just five days. The village blacksmith Beltram remembers the difference between furnaces and fuels and says it usually takes more than a month, even if he is a leading blacksmith to use as his own tool.

It is particularly difficult to identify special metals, such as Adamantite and Mithril, which are magical metals, and because we need to remember the subtle differences in temperature with our eyes and skin, even though none of the Dwarf blacksmiths could experience them overnight, I guess they were in a different mood.

He seemed like a leading blacksmith once he grabbed his senses and showed me a very handy job. Especially under the command of Dagenhardt, he is divided into a sword-beating team and a team that makes protective equipment, and he is working in a brilliant division of labour system. When it comes to protective equipment, we decide who's in charge of each part, and we try to be more efficient.

It is inherently very rare for Dwarf blacksmiths, especially parent classes, to carry out work in division of labor. Even if the half-service disciples may be added to the work under the direction of their parents, it is like a standard item ordered from the Knights, which cannot be a single item. It is common sense for parents to create such things from scratch.

This is because in the parent class they do things differently in a subtle way, because even if they try to divide the tasks, they will be able to rub them in trying to push their way through.

The blacksmiths of that parent class suppress their own pride and work together. He thinks this is more of a Welburn blacksmith than an obsession with alcohol. I suppose we saw the famous Ulrich Drexler and Gaelnote Graver arsenals as famous artisans and thought we needed to bring our best technology together.

What is more, the reason why the Dägenhardts belong to the young among their parent classes and have flexible thinking is also cited. I shouldn't have been able to do it if I thought I was a hard-headed veteran.

Of course, there is no question that one of the reasons is to determine the amount of Zack collection distributed.

My grandfather and father, but it was on the first day that I was called in first thing in the morning to confirm my request, and I was detained until around noon, but then for a few days the Dagenhardts were busy grasping the furnace habits and rarely called in.

However, the number of calls had gradually increased since around the end of March, and he had been detained for several hours each day. They were both working together with a bitter laugh at first, but were reluctantly protesting that they could do something about it because they were gradually detained longer and would be handicapped by work.

In contrast, the Dägenhardts said, "Do something about it. Will you be patient for another ten days," he said, bowing his head. Sometimes our grandfathers make their own weapons, too, which I can't say strongly and which I still do.

That doesn't sound like it would affect me, but to tell you the truth, I'm the most affected.

Because as Professor Raspade's godson, or expert in magic props and magic formations, he was consulted about the magic formations to be applied to weapons.

Sure, I've been helping out a lot as Professor Raspade's assistant, but it's not a formal research job, it's just a young man who just graduated from college. I said no for that reason, "My master taught me about magic formation, but we're basically magical amateurs. I'm sorry, but lend me your wisdom," he lowered his head and shut up.

In fact, I have learned the basic knowledge of the magic formations since my freshman year, and I don't mind asking my professor to teach me when I make soundproof magic props, gaining a variety of knowledge. Let the professor tell you, I'm not at the student level, and the researchers, that's pretty much comparable knowledge to the top researchers, too.

This is due in part to my previous life's knowledge, but I also believe that the magic team has a better understanding than non-professor researchers. Sometimes even after returning to the village, we make air-activated pumps and so on, which is one of the reasons why we have asked for them.

If my grandfather and my father's arsenal get better, it will lead to a strengthening of the village's defense. Working together from that point of view is not vulgar, and honestly it is a shame to miss the opportunity to be able to study the blacksmith's oral technique.

That's why I accepted that this was more restrained than I thought. My grandfather and father were about three or four hours a day, but in my case, it took me a while to decipher the complex magic formations and hang out with the blacksmiths until late at night, except for morning and evening training and building defensive facilities. As a result, he even went to the workshop for more than ten hours.

The cause was that the task of analyzing the magic formation was interesting, because we were going along and dating ourselves, but because we didn't come back too much, it was miscalculation that Liddy was stubborn. I managed to forgive him for completing it in a few days, but he's made me promise a lot of things ahead.

For its merit, the knowledge of the magic formations to carve into the weapons has increased, and magic can be imparted in a new way to the weapons of my grandfathers.

By the way, the “secret" that Dagenhardt said on his first day seemed to include getting me involved. Of course, he had a new idea, but he wasn't as confident in its foundationality as words.

According to a communication from the General Headquarters of the Blacksmith Guild, twenty blacksmiths are scheduled to arrive in the village of Rasmore, starting with Ulrich Drexler, chief craftsman, on April 20th. Furthermore, the blacksmiths of the Imperial capital of the Caerm Empire, Primes, and the blacksmiths of Fortis, the land of mercenaries, each ten of whom will be joined in Ars, will be the great strip of forty blacksmiths alone in Dwarf.

Therefore, this time, no mercenaries will be hired, and 500 Black Steel Knights of the Kingdom of Kaum will be escorted. Of course, it never crosses the border, even to the town of Bogwood on the side of the Kingdom of Kaum. From Bogwood, the Lockhart family is supposed to lead the vigilante to pick him up.

(Though the blacksmiths, arguably the treasures of the country, the elite 500 regular soldiers are the escorts... the kingdom is desperate to make a good face for the guild too...)

It was further informed by the adventurer's city of Periclitle and the branches of the academic city of Doctus that each of the ten blacksmiths would arrive around April 20th.

(Twenty from Ars, a total of forty from Primus, Fortis, Pericritle and Doctus. Eighty-five, because twenty-five of the Dägenhardts will be added to it. If I let the Beltrams in, will there be more than ninety Dwarves... hopefully nothing...)

Though I thought so, I also thought it was unlikely that anything would happen, even though all this Dwarves would get together with alcohol entanglements. I just hope it fits within my assumptions.

In the meantime, there was something different from my original plans.

That's because the Alliance Branch of the commercial city of Aurelia contacted me about non-participation.

At first I doubted my ears that Dwarves would not participate in such an alcoholic event. But I was convinced to hear the circumstances.

The reason I was no longer able to participate from Aurelia, that was the insecurity on Aulera Street.

The beginning of the incident was an invasion operation by the Caerm Empire into the Holy Kingdom of Lukes. This operation is said to be a punitive attack on a plot carried out by Luke, dominated by the Northern Governor's office troops who were set up with the plot.

Originally, the army of the Northern Governor's Office had less force and only 20,000 standing armies. Fifteen thousand marched out as invading troops from that twenty thousand, thus drastically reducing the security forces in the northern part of the empire. The northern governor, Raswell Border Uncle, decided to hit security with mercenaries and courageous soldiers by citizens invited by Fortis, the mercenary country, and although the northern governor's office troops marched on March 1, security was maintained in the northern part of the empire. However, we could not afford to turn a blind eye to policing the streets of Aurelia, outside the Imperial prints.

As a result, Aurelia Street west of Doctus became a very dangerous street for the bandits to trek on, except around the northern imperial city of Low Cliff.

Even more unfortunately for the merchants, the increased demand for mercenaries as a result of the war made it difficult to secure escorts. In addition to the deterioration of security, the bandits can easily ravage the merchants because the escorts themselves have decreased. The rumor plunged into a vicious circle of further banditry.

Although Dagenhardt and the others did not encounter any problems from leaving just before the security deteriorated and Borderline Uncle attached a good mercenary as an escort, the later Aurelia branch devoured the trace.

Initially, the Dwarves said, "Whatever happens, we're going to the village of Rasmore! He said," He tried to force me to leave, but the information coming into Aurelia was just tragic.

More than a hundred bandits, thousands of bandits, travel, and together they attack the merchant corps. As a result, even a merchant squad protected by a 300-strong mercenary would be wiped out.

Even more unconfirmed, there are rumours that Luke's Beast Troops are in the dark, so much so that as a commercial guild we can't make any more sacrifices, that we issued a circular to match the departure of the merchants until the streets are safe.

Aurelia Street is not the only route from Aulera to the village of Rasmore, but with the impending crisis of war between the Empire and Luke, safe routes will be limited. Usually you will use the sea route to reach the imperial capital Primus, from where you will either enter the Kingdom of Kaum and take the route northwards on Ars Street, or near the border between Luke and the Empire, crossing the central part of the Empire from the north side of the Moenian Mountains and into Fortis.

The first route is relatively safe but takes days, and the second route could break through the battlefield, which is unrealistic. Later, he entered the northern part of the empire and some hands used routes that would connect villages to villages, such as those that could not be streets, but this was also difficult without a guide, and was not realistic with even worse security.

I wondered if the Dwarves would give up alcohol due to this degree of handicap, but I have also heard rumors that Alliance officials, fearful of losing a good parent class blacksmith due to these circumstances, stood up and begged, tears and gave up their departure. One blacksmith knelt on the ground and regretted with tears of blood, saying the guild branch couldn't stop crying that day.

By the way, this information seems to kick off at the solemn request of a commercial guild and to have come from the survival of a merchant who has lost all his property. As things stand, Aurelia Street is not functioning west of Doctus, and a coalition of urban states, composed of Aurelia and Pericritle, is considering issuing a request for a bandit crusade to a mercenary regiment within the United Kingdom of Sartooth-Lax.

It is more likely than not that the Blacksmith Guild Aurella branch will issue a bandit crusade request alone. If we leave it to our financial means to multiply the huge bounty, it is possible for the diminished number of mercenaries to arouse and exterminate the bandits. No, it's even possible that the Dwarves will go crusading with their own hands.

Dwarf resents me for alcohol entanglement. Nothing could be more terrifying, but do the bandits know this fact?

In any case, logistics has been restricted in the last few months and price hikes could have occurred.

It was April 15th and my grandfathers sword was almost complete.

Over the past few days, Dägenhardt and the other blacksmiths have been working all night and just seem to be doing it. But only the eyes were unusually giddy, and the housewives who were coming to cook the meal were so frightened. Today not only my grandfather and father, but also my brother, and Liddy and the others, are here.

Two bastard swords are in front of us. Its sword, but the shape is the orthodox bastard sword, but at first glance it showed such a demonic glow that it created the illusion of being inhaled.

The color is hard black like obsidian, just like my sword. But when you receive the light of day entering through a wooden window, you see dark purple ripples, so complete that whoever sees them can tell it's an industry. The sword pattern Pommel is embedded with a deep red Demonic crystal stone, a fine object equivalent to the second degree.

"First it's Govan's share. As you can see, Adamantite's sword. Will you check the balance?"

When Dagenhardt said so, his grandfather took the sword in his hand without saying anything.

When his grandfather takes it, he snarls his throat and swallows it. "Such a sword..." he murmured, fascinated by its beautiful sword body, the Blade.

"I'm sorry, but will you check the balance," Dagenhardt repeated, his grandfather finally returning to me, apologizing small, and then making a slight gesture.

"The balance is no different from the sword I'm using right now. I don't know how familiar I am with my hands... but I have no doubt about the Beltram sword."

My grandfather has been using Beltram's sword for over thirty years. Beltram also has a perfect grasp of his grandfather's habits and preferences, and he says the newly rebuilt sword balances exactly the same as it did until then. For that reason, my grandfather seemed to have such feelings.

When the Dagenhardts nod satisfactorily, they tell their father to check the balance next. My father also became fascinated when he grabbed the sword, but he immediately checked his balance and told him that there was no problem.

"Well, it's a trial slaughter"

That's what Dagenhardt says, he goes outside the workshop. When I went outside, there stood a round thickness about ten centimetres in diameter wrapped around straw. A foot has been placed on all sides about thirty centimeters from the ground to stabilize it.

Dagenhardt nodded loudly at his grandfather's words, "Do you slash this?" He said, "I won't let it break or bend. Don't worry," he replied. After a slight hesitation, his grandfather saw the blacksmiths' faces and convinced them to stand before the target, Marutai, and quietly set up his sword.

At the next moment, the sword swung straight through with the mood of tearing.

Knock on a solid tree, the sound of a cane echoes around you. Along with that, the top of the marutai is slashed off and rolls as it makes the hard sound of a cone.

None of us could speak up.

Though the legs are reinforced, it is not possible to slash and skip the whole thickness just pierced to the ground with a large number of arms. Of course, I can't do it unless the sword's cleavage is good, but it's hard to slash rather than break the round-tails where the fibers run vertically.

Since there was only a fulcrum down there before that, it would normally be possible for Marutai to diagonally escape the force and slash it. My grandfather made it look easy. I couldn't speak up for that skill.

The blacksmiths don't look so surprised. My grandfather seemed surprised by the cleavage, too, but didn't seem to think it would.

A few seconds later, Dägenhardt approached to confirm the cutting surface of Marutai. We will return to me, too, to check the cutting surface and sword of the Marutai.

The cutting surface was like hanging a canna.

(How can I cut it like this? I can't just push it off, and even if I pull it off, it has sword thickness... the magic of hardening does hang strong... but my common sense doesn't tell me anything...)

When I was thinking about that, Dagenhardt said to my grandfather, "What do you say?" He wanted thoughts. My grandfather also said, "It's a brilliant thing. This would easily cut off the legs to the extent of an aug," he said with a convincing look.

Auga is a monster twice the height of a human being. It also doubles the thickness of the femur, but it is actually more thick than that.

Doubling height means weighing two or three times, or eight times. On the other hand, since the area can only be quadrupled by two squares, the load applied per unit area is twice that of a human being, and the burden for that amount is greater. It's like a human being weighing sixty kilos carrying the same weight. As a result, the bones of a large demon become thicker and harder than human bones. Cutting it off is a difficult task.

Furthermore, the same can be said of muscles. Doubling the load applied per unit area means that's all the strain on the muscles. Auga tends to seem duller than humans, but it's not actually moving that slow.

In other words, it shows that leg muscle strength is higher than that of humans. Naturally, the muscles are developed, thicker and denser, so cutting them off is far more difficult than cutting the human torso into rings.

My grandfather has also fought Auga and naturally knows the difficulty of breaking Auga's legs. On top of that, he said it was “easy to cut off”. I mean, he says it's a sword with all that ability.

"Surely your arm would kill enough of Auga's legs," says Dagenhardt, confirming with the sword body Blade in mind.

"There's nothing unusual about the sword either... so let me wrap the magic around you next time"

That said, we headed to our next target. There was a blunt black iron stick there. It has a diameter of about five centimetres and is embedded in a wooden frame and looks like part of the cage has been removed.

When his grandfather makes a bitter face, "I won't be able to bars of iron for as much as I want," Dagenhardt doesn't try to fit in at all with "this degree can't even be compared to Ulrich's with a slashed sword".

Ignore my grandfather's concerns and start explaining the magic sword.

"This guy has been granted a fire attribute. If it feels like Zach tried the magic team, there's got to be a lot of firepower. How to start…"

My grandfather gives up or shakes his head small to the side and listens to the description of Dagenhardt.

"Startup should be remembered... Zach, you'd better explain," he told me.

Though I'm surprised by the sudden gesture, I reckon it would be more sensible for me to explain being a magician and making improvements to the magic formation.

"Startup is the same as lighted or ignited demon props. Remember, for the magic crystal stone of the sword pattern Pommel, it's like," Fire, come out. "

My grandfather himself had waved our magical sword, but he had never wrapped his magic around it. For this reason, he gives an instant look of surprise, "Is it as easy as that," but immediately takes his stance toward the target.

And when I slowly shook up my sword, a bright red flame blew up. About one and five times the length of the sword, more than two meters of flames stretched toward heaven.

To that momentum my grandfather said, "Oh!" and raise a voice of surprise.

"Please keep the fire down a little bit. The color of the fire reminds me of the color of the furnace in the workshop," my grandfather nodded small and meditated his eyes when I explained quickly.

Soon the flame will fit small and the red flame will turn orange according to it.

"That's about all right. Anytime," I said, immediately after that, my grandfather shook his sword down sharply. From there on out, it was the same as when I tried and slaughtered him in Ars. Because it was so easy to slash and tear iron apart, I had lost words except for us who use magic swords.

My grandfather stared at the flames and groaned, "I thought Zach's sword was awesome, but this is no better than superior," he said.

This magic sword, but it's more magic efficient than Ulrich's magic sword. This is for sure because I measured it myself. And not only is it efficient, but it's also more powerful.

As I've told you before, magic swords are considered a kind of “status” and it makes sense to wrap flames and light around them. In other words, we don't think about adding sharpness or aggression with magical powers, and more emphasis is placed on the performance of the base sword.

In fact, if you can imagine high temperatures like me, it would be more powerful, but that just depends on the ability of the user, not the ability of the sword.

This time, we are not only allowed to analyze the magic formations passed on to the Grabush family, but also the magic formations of other blacksmiths. It is smaller than ordinary magic formations and has an even more complex pattern, which makes it difficult to distinguish between individuals, but the theory was largely understandable by analyzing some magic formations.

Magic Formation, a magic sword activation circuit, but not so different in theory from other magic formations of magic props. Generally speaking, it consists of:

It is an input circuit that gathers the power of the Spirit, a conversion circuit that transforms the power of the Spirit into a phenomenon, and an output circuit that emerges a phenomenon. If we divide it a little more finely, it can also be divided into tuned circuits, frequency conversion circuits, filters, etc., but basically the three aforementioned. If you have twisted the electrical circuit at all, you will soon realize that it is close to the basic configuration of the amplification circuit.

Once we know the basic configuration, we will know which part controls the amplification rate, which part controls the output, and so on. All you have to do is mess with the parameters with Trial and Error so that they have the optimal output.

What helped me here was my ability to see my status. Because the power of the input Spirit is almost constant, you can increase the output based on the constant magic of the biasing surgeon.

Normally, you can make numerical adjustments to where you rely on your senses in my case, so you can make detailed adjustments. Conversely, it was possible to weigh in numerical terms which parts of the magic team would change efficiency if we messed with them, and to know which parts of the magic team mattered.

On top of that, unwanted parts, or parts that were losing efficiency, were scraped off and tuned to maximize efficiency. By further studying the output circuit portion, it was possible to change the shape and temperature distribution of the flame to be wrapped around.

Originally, the Magic Sword was designed to wrap magic around the whole thing, but in actual combat, most of the tip of the sword deals damage to the enemy. Especially a leading swordsman rarely uses the root part of a sword to attack.

So he's up a third of the output on the sword tip side, and he's extremely dropping the output on the rest of it. No flame is originally required on the pattern side, but it just leaves an emphasis on appearance.

The shape is also slightly wider than that of the sword, and the flames in the blade area are adjusted to efficiently hit the object.

These improvements made it possible to reduce magic consumption by about 20%, even though the output of the sword tip portion was higher than that of Ulrich's sword.

It's just a shame I can't carve my own magic formation. This is because a special skill called "Magic Grant” is required in order to carve a magic formation into a weapon.

This skill is the skill required to carve a magic formation into a special metal such as Mithril or Adamantite, without which drawing a magic formation does not activate magic. This is because magic metals such as Mithril are too conductive for the power of the Spirit, so the power of the Spirit collected in the corner magic formation diffuses through Mithril and so on.

Although the principle has not yet been clarified, the magic formations depicted by the ability to grant magic are normally activated even with magic metal. This skill, but it seems to be Dwarf's unique skill. Very rarely even a human blacksmith can use it, but not everyone in the Dwarf has it, and it seems like a skill that only manifests itself in the blacksmith's lineage. This magic grant is said to be an essential skill in becoming a leading blacksmith.

However, I can draw magic formations other than magic metals. However, it is impractical because in normal metals it is not compatible with magic other than metallicity and becomes very inefficient. Of course, I can impart the magic of metallicity, so I can impart the magic of hardening, so it helps, but I regret not choosing it when creating characters.

When the trial of my grandfather's magic sword is over, it is my father's turn to try. It wasn't exactly insane like my grandfather's target, it was a combination of regular straw and wood.

The magic bestowed on my father's sword was also a fire attribute. The reason is that Mel and I, and my brother's magic sword, are light attributes, and offensive attributes are fire or light, making them fire attributes so that they don't bias the light.

That brother Mithril's sword, but this is going to grant magic to the Dägenhardts now. A magic formation of light attributes has already been engraved, but it is planned to be heavily modified.

My father's magic sword was also activated safely and tried and slaughtered, but my father was stunned by the magnitude of his power.

"You don't seem to have any problems with either. The rest is armor, but this one and three more days should be complete. I'll finish Rod's magic sword and surprise the Ars."

Dagenhardt was exulted that the trial had worked, and when he declared so, he returned to the workshop again. We were looking at each other in the form we were left with, but soon I was like, "Zach, come right away! Govan and Matt will be back in the evening!" and is instructed aloud. I looked at him again, but I had no choice but to go into the workshop.