Mojamoja's black hair, long beard, and low height like a dwarf. This is probably the image of a typical dwarf. In addition, the man is bony and muscular, the woman looks like a girl,
You may also get the impression that.
However, the more impressive feature was that it was still a blacksmithing skill.
The Dwarves, also known as the Dwarves, were the best at mining. There are many stories, but there are also stories of people being driven from the mountains by discrimination and persecution simply because of their appearance. I don't know if it's because of that, but it's true that the Dwarves are closed and trust their own kind.
In addition, it is said that elves who were targeted for their beauty, and beasts who were enslaved as superior as labor, fled to the forest to build their own culture so as not to be caught by a large number of humans.
Due to such differences in origin, the Elves and Beastmen do not compete much, and the Dwarves cannot get along with other races.
I think that the problems of the past are still deeply rooted in the past, but in fact, the relationship seems to be true.
With such a cultural background, the dwarf, far from the flat land and the forest, created a living area by digging holes in the mountains. However, as is common sense in this world, stronger beasts appeared in the forest than in the plains and in the mountains than in the forest.
The Dwarves were inevitably looking for better weapons in such an environment.
With those dwarfs as the present, Rango walked up with excitement.
Ah, are you the god of alcohol (Bacchus)?
When Rango called out, he looked at the dwarves with alarm.
"... what's up, big brother?"
If that's the case, then what do you say?
It's like talking like a bad middle-aged girl. Rango, on the other hand, snorted and filled his distance. It's like a veteran pervert. The bearded dwarfs were at a level where they could pull themselves together.
"I want to borrow your knowledge and wisdom!" This city doesn't have a blacksmithing environment yet! I need you to teach me how to make a Dwarf furnace...! "
The dwarves looked at Rango, who lowered his head deeply and pleaded.
And the dwarf standing in front of him opens his mouth.
"... we're travelling for the dwarf country." I sympathize with the city where I can't blacksmith, but I don't have time for this either. "
Rango raised his face to the dwarf who said so seriously.
"Hey, what happened?" If we can do anything, we can help! So, how to make a furnace...! "
"I got it!" Don't get any closer! "
Did you lose your enthusiasm or were you scared? I screamed at the rango that was closing in and pulled back.
Then, confirming that Rango was not approaching, the dwarf told him why.
"I don't know what to say to you guys... but I don't have all the materials I need for the Dwarf King." Soon, the current Dwarf King will reach the end of his life. At that time, we must make a weapon of Oriharkon for the sake of succession. But for the last 20 years, no matter where you look, you won't find Oriharkon. "
When one of them said that, the other dwarves nodded with their shoulders dropped.
"Of course, there are no mines, no volcanoes, no forests." Sometimes it is traded at a high price in the human country, so my friends went to various countries to find it, but I still can't find it. "
"Every country needs royalty." I must be hiding it from you when the next king takes office. "
The dwarves murmured sadly, and the things they were looking around raised their eyebrows.
With that in mind, Rango glistened and looked at us.
"Lord Van! It's Oriharkon!" Oryharkon! With it, we can build a furnace! ”
The dwarves breathed out a sigh of amazement at the excited Rango.
"... were you listening to what I just said?" I said I couldn't find the Oriharkon. "
Looking back at the dwarf, Rango smiled like a prankster.
"Fufufu! There it is, Lord Van, the Oriharkon Ore!" Hey, Master Van!? "
And now Rango looks back.
"Vice Chairman Rango... always..."
"It's different than usual..."
Somehow, the merchant apprentices are watching the climax of the tension. While glancing at the state of things, I made a dry laugh.
"Hah, hahaha... I'm sorry. I used the last Oriharkon ore."
Having said that, I take out the two swords that were hanging down on my waist.
It was a pair of swords built for defense immediately after returning from the war. It was a one-bladed sword with little warping and a wide width, and a little too much decoration. I wonder if it feels like a non-thick scimitar or a Falcion.
It is a wonderful substitute that utilizes the characteristics of Oriharkon to make it a thin blade, but it is not hard and bendable, and the sharpness does not easily fall off.
Except for the decoration, it was better than any sword I had ever made.
However, as far as I can tell, the king will have to make Oriharkon's weapon for the prince, just as his parents will leave their inheritance for their children.
What do we do? We've got weapons.
I looked at Rango at a loss, but I looked at him with the same face.