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

I wake up feeling the vibe of the alarm when Liz falls asleep.

Gently get out of bed and head to your desk. We search for crossbows from the encyclopedia, check their structure and wake them up to design.

Basically, I don't mind a simple structure. As far as the outer part of the bow and the material of the strings is concerned, it can only be left to Ness.

Proximal species such as strawberries and phylloxera confirm their presence. It is also used on Earth as a highly repulsive material for some of the bows, but it depends on the actual material in this world.

Don't let the muscles of a woman's legs set the limit of tension that allows her to lower the steering wheel.

Think in casting when it comes to arrows. And Yaba. Plastic does not exist, and with feathers there is variation in quality.

Have the center of gravity adjust slightly later but slightly bent depending on the distance. I've been using the bow. You'll be good at tweaking.

Consider the future and combine the design of the breadhead. It depends on the mould of the casting around here, so I'll leave it to you.

Regarding the trigger, either the locking mechanism was fitted or lost. It is difficult to pull when using, but it is also a problem to keep pulling.

Can it be done with operations that are not normally deducted….

As for the handle to pull the bow, I was lost to the end on what to do with the removal. Honestly, I would love to disturb you, but if you score more parts, there will be more maintenance places.

Trouble with the problem, make it a structure to remove. Emphasis on portability and keep it hidden until you use it. Leave the development to Ness. Leave the maintenance to the dollar.

As long as Ness stays silent, there's no leaking outside, and the dollar can at least be trusted. It's not sweet enough to make a real thing out of just maintenance. You could make something similar.

Ultimately, place the stock part on the ground and secure the body with your arms, stepping the handle with your legs into a structure that pulls the bow. This would be the limit of letting the bow pull with human structure.

The winding formula can also be designed, but it takes longer to develop due to the increase in component scores.

When the fixed part of the handle, etc. was also attached, the design became quite categorical. Simple aiming can also be mounted. Let's use this as a criterion to get a sense of where the hit was.

I appreciate you not needing a scope because of your 'eyesight'.

The iron is the base, so I think it weighed quite a bit. I don't think I can hold it until I shoot him in the knee or on the ground.

I've been worried about it, but basically it's a weapon for a blow. It's not wrong as a concept.

But so did the horses, so when the ingredients of this world mix, I'm afraid I'll be able to make dangerous things that don't mix. I don't know what to do, when something terrible is done.

It was close to 3: 00 when I wrote up the blueprints with all my worries. If you don't go to bed soon, I'll tell you tomorrow.

I dived into the bed and slept straight in.

I heard you overslept in the morning. I kept eating Liz's soft attack. When I woke up, my face was buried in soft objects.

"Morning, Liz. Hard to breathe."

"Morning, Hiro. I'm sorry I didn't wake up."

Well, I think you're right, but I'm gonna get out of bed. The air is getting pretty cold. Not enough to make the exhaling breath whiter.

Enjoy breakfast while you bicker with Ast and the others. Teessia laughed bitterly when she asked me about Soap No. 3 again.

Get ready and head forward to the Adventurer Alliance. Everyone is gathered as usual.

Finish your morning greetings, briefly describe Rossa and head to the Guild entrance.

The reception work is also calm within the guild, and I don't feel any strange about last night. I'm starting to think it's not a problem that Hartis was too competent in this case.

There was Rossa at the entrance, twitching and flirtatious.

"Good morning, Mr. Rossa"

When I speak up, I get a puffy, bright look, and then I rush over. Yeah. Whatever you think, it's elementary school.

"Good morning. Gentlemen, it's me, Rosa."

Keep your head down, Rossa says hello. It all works like an elementary school student. It's very different from what you looked like yesterday's doll.

The biggest table at the entrance was empty, so everyone sat there and began discussing their introduction and their commitment to membership.

I was worried that I wouldn't mind working on the solo, but I wonder if it would be a problem to think Liz and Fia did the same in the first place.

Seeing you speak clearly and clearly about what you can actually do, it makes me feel like a father to talk about it properly yesterday.

The women seem to have no particular problems. Lots are fine, too. The dollar is the only thing that makes me look confused.

"What do you think of the dollar?

"Hmm? Ah, ah. I have no objection."

Haven't you heard, Raw Response. Something is wrong, even though it feels a little sad at times.

"Dollar, are you ill, too?

"No. That's not it. It's okay."

Mm-hmm. It's every dollar. I wonder what. Well, if he says he's okay, do you trust him? Let's just see how it goes.

In conclusion, Rossa's membership was decided unanimously. Well, it's originally a gathering group, so I'm not going to have any clear objections.

I'm still purely grateful to have more scouts. Even if the profits are reduced, the increased alert will remain directly linked to survival.

He understands the importance of scouts properly now, as he says to everyone with his mouth sour.

Unfortunately, party funds were freed to collect and later distribute 100,000 each. Rossa seemed to be saving there too and had no problems.

By saying that it was a carriage trip anyway, I decided to ask the staff for tea and deepen the get-together a little.

"Liz, you're beautiful..."

Rosa looks at Liz with her booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Liz is fine."

Are you glad Liz was praised or answer with ease in a good mood tone.

"Hair, may I touch it?

Rossa asks me with a slightly upbeat face if I was interested in my hair flowing sarcastically, reacting sensitively even with a little wind.

"Fine."

I still answer with ease, Liz.

"Wow...... Flow every bottle... What is this..."

"That bothers you, doesn't it? The leader won't tell me. Liz won't even tell me. Super sorry?"

When Fia whines in a grudgingly caged voice, the women snort except Liz and Rossa.

"You're so concerned, aren't you? But tell me. Heh..."

Chat is also a grudge festival.

"No one in town has beautiful hair. Something that really hurts. Liz is the only one who's suspicious, isn't she?

Does Tiana also have possession as an aristocratic daughter? She is well cared for, but what really hurts hurts.

Personally, I'm glad to hear my own fiancée get praised. My knowledge has made me beautiful, so it's flattering.

"Eh heh."

Liz laughs like she's in trouble, but she doesn't tell the truth.

Spend such a wierd time temporarily and take a seat.

As I passed through the reception, I saw Hartis giving instructions in the back. You noticed this one. I'll come and see you, so I'll wave it back gently.

Well, it's tough, but I want you to do your best.

From the guild, on his way to the house with the Viscount, Ray had already put the carriage out in front of the road and waited.

"Good morning. Dear Akihiro, Ladies and Gentlemen"

Ray says hello. Is Rosa the only one? And he's leaning his neck in a grunt.

As everyone boards the carriage, Rossa makes a mess of it.

"What's going on?

"Oh, am I good to ride, too? I mean, what is this carriage? It's got a crest in it, right? Isn't that your aristocratic carriage?

"Oh, I guess I didn't say it. I became a baron."

"Huh!?

Rossa stiffens up. With twitching tears, I felt an atmosphere that seemed to take out the most salute, so I grabbed my shoulder.

"And don't worry, I'm a constituted baron when I say it. I hope you treat me as just a leader."

Bullying, looking at you like you're gonna cry? and give it an atmosphere that you are likely to hear. Oh, it's hard to handle. Reduce the likelihood of taking a sweet response because of the appearance.

"Come on, get in. Let's leave for the North Forest."

With that said, I push Rossa into the carriage. Meanwhile, when Ray said what he was doing, he was dismantling the luggage and mounting it on the carriage.

Thanks. It seems that the method of dismantling is standardized, which was quickly variant. Apparently he was knocked in during heavy unit assistance.

Moreover, there was a lid in the bottom part of the main body of the carriage, but when it was opened, it was in the trunk space. It was equipped with spare and maintenance equipment for carriage wheels and axles.

There, while securing the awesome luggage, mount it and go.

"Since the distance and load increased significantly from the traditional carriage during development. We are designed to build fault-resistant equipment and earn more distance."

Ray briefly explains it. I didn't care at all, but I feel like this carriage has all sorts of options.

Get in the carriage and look around. It was your first time on a good carriage, and I could see Rossa nodding excitedly.

I give Ray instructions to leave, thinking you're smiling.

Slowly running out, the carriage heads all the way to the north woods.