Nice, you can use it, you.
"Coon"
"All right, all right, that's cute. Okay, I'll keep you from now on. Make silver for me. Ready?"
"... Kung"
"If you don't like it, I'll say goodbye here. You're going back to the dirt with your people. Instead, if you work for me, you won't be deprived of food in the future. What do we do?"
"One"
"Okay, it's settled. You're with me now. I'm glad."
"... hey, Ars. Can you talk to that dog?
"What's up, part-time brother? You can tell by looking him in the eye. You said you wanted to come with me."
"You know what I mean? Anyway, you're just saying it right. But you keep one like that? Does it help?
"Oh, I like this guy. Can I have it, part-time brother?
"It's okay. There are no weirdos here who keep monsters like dogs."
A dog subspecies in the mine.
I decided to keep him.
My part-time brother, who is also the lord here, gave me permission, so I won't hesitate to get it.
But my part-time brother doesn't know that he can turn iron into silver.
If I had known, I might have rubbed it.
You might want to get back to Vulcania before they find out.
A dog can use the magic of changing shape by holding an iron in his little palm.
Their magic makes spear tips and bow arrows that they use as weapons.
But this white dog is a little different.
As far as I can tell, holding an iron in my hand turned it into silver.
But maybe this magic wasn't very good for dogs.
Iron and silver are harder and better as weapon materials when shaped in the same way.
Perhaps it was because of this that they were relegated to the position of weak dogs within the dog race.
But if it's human society, it's a different story.
Silver is worth money.
It's like I found a silver mine when I came to solve a mine problem where I could mine iron.
Thank you for making effective use of it.
"Well, you should have a name, too. I'll follow you. Your name is Tallow from now on. Very well, Tallow. If I call you Taro, you'll get back to me."
"One"
All right, all right, all right, good boy, Tallow.
"What is that? That's a weird name, Ars. Well, is that a good name for a dog?"
"No, that's a good name. All right, Tallow, I'll make you a new collar. I'll make chains and name plates out of hardened bricks."
One!
I named the White Dog Man Tallow, and I made a magic hardened brick chain and a plate named Tallow.
Then I'll put it through your neck in place of Tallow's silver collar.
The tail that grows from the buttocks is swinging to the left and right, and it probably makes me happy.
It doesn't matter, but even with the words pointing at the dog, Tallow is standing on two feet, so it feels like she is wearing a collar on a child rather than a dog.
I thought I'd let him act with four legs, but the skeleton seemed to assume that he would stand and walk like a human.
I wonder what kind of evolution I would follow.
"Well, no. Anyway, this will clear up the mine problem. I'll take care of the rest, right, part-time brother?
"Oh, no problem. There are no other survivors in the mine, and we will get it back up and running soon. I'll send the iron to Vulcania in turn."
"Oh, please. Shall I take Tallow back to Vulcania?"
Thus, I returned to Vulcania with a gift of a monster with the characteristics of a two-legged white dog.
"That's what happened. You brought him home."
"Don't do weird things forever, kid. So, why did you come to show me that tallow?"
"No, I wanted to share my emotions with my old man. Look, this is the collar that Tallow magically silvered with iron."
"Hmm, is that so? You've noticed, you've come to see things that look so dirty and look silver, kid."
Well... It seems that silver is easily oxidized and dirty. Honestly, it wasn't strange to overlook it. However, when I first saw it, it was more dirty than that. It's because I lived in a tunnel. "
"So, what's the other thing, kid? You obviously have a different silver glow...."
"This way. I've had it made since I got back to Vulcania, but it's amazing. Purity is out of step."
"... purity? Could that be the difference between Tallow's magical iron?
"That's right, old man. Until now, Tallow has used magic on iron ore, which has a lot of impurities in nature. That's why silver was also low in purity. But I was wondering if we could use magic on the iron that was produced in this state-of-the-art blast furnace in Balka. As you can see, there was almost no mix of sterling silver."
"Wow, wow, boy. I've never seen silver without impurities before. This is amazing."
"Isn't that right? On the contrary, it seems to stand out in a bad way if it's just so awesome. If you suddenly put it on the market, they'll find out where the silver came from."
"I see. It would be troublesome to sniff out Tallow. All right, I'll arrange for Taro to be well protected."
"Oh, nice to meet you. Well, I'll keep the silver Tallow made for a while. Anyway, there could be a big payment at some point."
"... I guess so. The boy's going to scatter his fortune soon."
When I returned to Vulcania, I carried out a new experiment.
As a result, I found out something.
It meant that the silver that Tallow's magic could make would change the purity of the silver that came out of the iron he had when he activated the magic.
Steel made from a flame blast furnace in Vulcania was closer to sterling silver than the iron ore that the dogs could get.
Tallow is a class of magical monsters, but it doesn't have a lot of magic.
The magic of making silver can only be activated a limited number of times.
However, I was able to solve the problem of the few times I used magic.
Once in a blast furnace, iron ore is converted into barca steel, and tallow turns it into silver.
Then a silver stick of terrible purity was created.
In this way, unknown sterling silver bars piled up in Balka's hidden safe.