Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

After a month of medical treatment in the village and returning to the city, it was decided to be awarded a medal.

It seems to be a kind of silver medal for Sakura combat.

When I asked my superior officer, Sir Georges, what it was, he told me that he was in a good mood.

"In describing the order of words," Sakura ", who proves achievements and praises them, and what field of achievements are" battles ", in this case," a kind of "," silver kung fu "indicates how much achievements."

"In other words, Sacramento praises me for doing as much as silver in the fight against monsters."

"It'll be easy to understand."

Very honestly nodded.

Incidentally, it seems that the two types of combat can be used for interpersonal combat, and the three types of combat can be used for other special fights.

Sir Georges says that the medal classification itself is the same in other territories.

However, even with the same medal, it seems that the date and design distinguish "what proves its effectiveness in what case". It's like a service medal showing which wars you took part in.

In addition, there is said to be a different kind of medal depending on the preference of the lord and the history of the territory, and it becomes a kind of talk regularly among the people involved.

Even if they are similar, they are different from each other, there are rare objects, and there are things that tickle the collector's soul.

It seems that there is a hot spring medal related to the bath in the hot spring area.

"How much do you think you praise silver kung fu?

"The most prestigious medal given this time is silver and only Ash. You should take it with your chest up."

Oh, is this the first prize?

I knew there was money on it and I thought someone else would take it, but it was a lot overrated.

It was the crossbow cannon unit on the city wall that eventually defeated the werewolf, and I would have been dead if Sir George hadn't come to help me.

"It's worth it. How much damage would have been done if Ash hadn't stopped."

"As I said before, it was a success."

I really thought about it when I was at Kuma-san, but I don't want to do it again.

My mother scolded me when I went back to the village.

Also, this time, Mrs. Yuika has teamed up and conducted a sermon. After the injury was healed, village chief Klein was taught the lesson individually, so I think he was probably angry with him.

The Ban-san family was stunned, and Father Volke smiled as much as he swallowed. Only my father praised me honestly.

What an honor wound it didn't fit.

"By the way, I think it's the youngest record. I'm sure it's a battle silver, and perhaps the youngest of the winners."

"Being active in battle at my age is not a good trend in many ways."

Responding with a sigh, Sir George gave out a bitter smile.

"No, you're absolutely right, but could you be a little more happy?

"If you give me a sermon several times the time I praised you, I won't be able to feel anything that comes to mind...."

"Ah, hmm... well, that sounds like a tough one."

When I left the village, I was told not to be indifferent by being pressed carefully, and even when I arrived in the city, my eyes hurt between Miss Micah and Mr. Arthur.

"Well, in that case, it's kind of soothing to praise me in the form of a medal."

"I want it to be greatly relieved. No, I'm really doing that kind of work, so don't be discouraged... That's right, there's a bounty. If there's anything you want..."

"Why don't you just say that first? I don't care how much money I have, it won't bother me!

From small items such as writing equipment to experimental resources, there are many things I want (in monetary terms), so I came to Howmatch.

"Ash... runs out of peace..."

Ser Georges murmured as if he had done something wrong.

Well, you did your best to calm me down.

But, you know, kids say they're the best. Because it will be a lot easier when I get old.

Until then, there it is... savings. Yes, I'll save some money for you. I will never waste it.

While I was talking to Sir Georges about that, it seemed that the forgery was ready.

The approaching craftsman lowers his head lightly.

Well, it's time to start smelting.

"Yes, thank you."

Today I'm here to visit this smelting business.

I had to find out what it meant to be smelted when I heard of the unknown material, the Wolf Hall, which almost killed me a month ago.

The blacksmith's temperature rises all at once.

Because your apprentice stepped on his feet to raise the firepower of the furnace at once. A furnace buried underground - to be precise, from a furnace built underground, the skin is ejected with brilliant red light.

Smelting on such a small scale is inefficient, but this seems to be the standard in the world.

For some reason, we don't have enough ore to need a large smelter.

It is presumed that the entire underground resources of the world are depleted as a result of helping with the lord's work and understanding the resources and traded goods of the territorial cities.

Little stone or mineral is in circulation. I don't see a word on the record about fossil fuels.

Architectural stone is very expensive and is used to repair city walls, etc., so it is a digit to be accounted for in the city budget, and it is not something that can be done with personal convenience. It is fair to say that the distribution of stone seems to be authorized by the King, and there is no real price.

Rather than stone buildings, even stone facilities are rare.

Because of the ancient teachings of the Church, which harbours endless greed, we see that the early and late ancient civilizations have exhausted the resources around them.

When I got to this idea, it was dark in front of me.

Modernizing and industrializing without coal or oil is hard mode.

Anyway, we don't have enough firepower. If you rely only on firewood and charcoal, your forest resources will soon disappear.

On the other hand, I was satisfied with the current state of civilization.

If there is a carry-over of ancient civilizations, civilizations in this world are developing at an unusually slow pace.

There's hardly any glass, and there's no brick. It shouldn't be strange to have more development and popularity around here.

After all, glass and brick are inventions that go back to the early days of ancient times rather than medieval times. It is possible to retain the technology by primitive means... but it has been interrupted so far.

Deforestation must have progressed as an alternative before and after the demise of ancient civilization, when fossil fuels were no longer available.

That's why I might have cut down the roots.

Whether you want to make glass or burn bricks, the era has come when firewood and charcoal are not available, and knowledge and technology have been wiped from the surface. Perhaps they're also blowing up some basic materials that could be a clue.

I don't know, maybe this is how the autoparts are born.

The furnace that is producing high heat at the blacksmith's now is primitive. The more anxious you look at it, the less thermally efficient it is.

I want to spend more of my forest resources forever than I can rely on fossil fuels.

"First of all, this is aluminum."

The craftsman told me that he was staring at the furnace with a serious look.

The molten metal that's being spit out right now is probably aluminum.

It is used for the world's cheapest currency, white coins.

"Then the copper comes out."

I nodded that I was going to extract it in order of melting point.

"The most common is iron, but the silver used for the medallion can also take quite a bit."

Another 30 kilometers of smelting debris. It's made up of a lot of metal, the body of a werewolf.

What is now hanging in the furnace is dried meat and bones, mainly wolf fur.

Because it is a creature wearing metal armor, it is natural to be able to extract metals - no matter what you think, fantasy theory.

It's hard to be convinced because of previous life common sense, but it must be a pleasure to be able to secure new mineral output in this way.

Metals are supplied in a certain amount and are circulating in the form of money because they can be removed from monsters.

Fantasy, which is too unfavourable to humanity, seems to know some kindness. Minimal is a humanitarian fantasy. You could have known that you would spoil it a little more.

As I nodded enthusiastically, Sir Georges approached me with interest.

"Did you see what you wanted to see at the forgery?

"Yeah, I got it."

The next thing we need to do is improve the furnace and kiln.

A long and steep industrial improvement plan, that kind of thing. Let's get a budget for planning.

"We must find books in the temple."

Um, I knew it.

Sir Georges coughed to deceive the laughter.

"It's a conclusion I don't quite understand."

Well, you don't really know if you know or not.

And what do you think would be fun for you to say negatively?