It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Tomorrow's appointment is set.

Unstoppable, add to TODO list.

□ I'm going to the guild tomorrow morning.

□ Exorcise the fuse lime.

Well, shall we head to the blacksmith as we initially did?

Is there a blacksmith in the building with a larger chimney?

The sign is crested with swords and pans. Are you also in charge of blacksmithing daily goods?

If it's a village, daily necessities are more mainstream.

"Hello"

There is no one at the store counter.

"Hello -"

Raise your voice.

No response.

"Hello -!

When I shouted aloud, there were signs of people moving from behind the store.

"Ooh. There you are. Guests."

"Yes, I want to see a weapon and I want you to make one."

He was a man in his 50s with reddish brown hair and mustache. I have a hot, bitter eyebrow that seems to have a disappointing physique and strong will.

"The weapon... Is that Grave?

"No, this is unattainable. Looking for spears."

"Hmm. You use it personally, don't you? If that's right, you're an adventurer. If its back length... around here."

I'll give you a spear about 150cm.

"Short spears, but spearheads are 40 cm in forging. 40cm of the pattern is buried. It won't distort you if you use it."

In my hands, it's heavier than I expected.

"Can I try bareback?

"Ooh. Use the backyard."

Go out into the garden, hold half, and stand on half.

The stone bump side is also coated with iron and the weight is buried. I feel lighter the other way around holding the half.

Swing through the midline. The cut goes down so far that the Grave Mojo is incomparable.

"Wow. I've never seen the real thing before, but it's heavy. This"

I can't believe this stuff, the guy swinging at first sight.

High school students often swing swords and spears in metastasis novels and comics, but I was wondering if it wasn't bamboo light.

Continue the bare gesture to draw the rice lettering, but it is taken to the far side of the point where it was attempted to stop.

Even if I poke it, my cut tip is mostly dropping on the underside.

Honestly, I was licking a real spear. Is this a short spear?

Sure, it's a 30cm blade. More than twice that amount of iron? That's heavy.

"There are no patterned trees or good oak distortions. I use a good curly skin, so it won't slip and I'll get used to it."

Hmm. You want it.

"How much?

"That's 70,000. The Horse Sheath will serve you."

I knew you'd do fine. If it's Earth, it's about as expensive as putting together a PC with the latest equipment.

Can I think of something like 3 years of amortization?

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any today. Can we do this after tomorrow?

"Oh, I don't mind. I'll put it away."

Yeah. I'm planning on earning extra money and it's something that's directly linked to my life, so in the direction of buying.

"So, what do you want me to make?

Hand me the spear, and I'll ask.

"Uh. May I have the parchment? Is there somewhere I can write later?"

"Whoa, use the room. It's a mess."

When passed through the room, the blueprints, books, etc. are cluttered but do not feel dirty. Do you have a slight personality that doesn't match your appearance?

Borrow a desk and look at the encyclopedia of the smartphone, describing the blueprints and scales and lengths of the rough triangles and sections.

Descriptions of the usage image ponch pictures and materials will also be provided.

"This is it."

"Hmm."

Roar as you check the blueprints.

"Does this valve work with the application of a wig, or does it raise water with a wig... simple structure, but I didn't think of it"

Thank you. You seem to understand the underlying behavior.

"Hey, this guy is awesome. Honestly, it's a shame we're the only ones talking about it. I want to take the story to the lord."

The story got bigger.

"It's the Viscount who's practically ruling this neighborhood. The father is the Duke. If we talk that far, we'll talk to His Majesty the King."

"Do you have a patent?

"Oops. Exclusive selling rights are granted as compensation for His Majesty the King. A big chamber of commerce would do it all the way up to sales and manufacturing, but you can't do it alone, can you? It would be better to take some form from the sales, via a trustworthy chamber of commerce. I also have a Herald of Forge Guild Leader. Don't be bad."

After that, can I trust this man?

"My mother struggles to draw wells every day, too. Especially since we're some kind of blacksmith. How much water do you use? I know how painful it is. If you can, just let him use it. That's what I meant."

Hmm. Do you want me to trust you?

"The structure is simple, so it can be cast. Just give me a minute and I'll take the prototype."

"I'm looking after you at Ast's place, can you please come over there?

"Oops. Uh..."

"It's Akihiro. It's Adventurer 10."

"Akihiro? I'm Ness. This guy, he's gonna help my mom. Think of me as family from today on."

He was a hotter brother than I thought.

"Well, start prototyping the casting quickly. This guy doesn't have time to sleep."

Ness screamed as much as she screamed and just pulled into the back of the store.

Well, I'd appreciate a prototype anyway for the patent.

I decided to go back to Ast's house, thinking about the surrounding governance system.