Lazy Dungeon Master

Having stayed overnight at the inn, I decided to greet Gozo's parents there and go to Cantara's. Because Gozo, he was usually an adventurer. Wataru was still serving yesterday's liquor and Shikina was still drunk. Let's just say I didn't see noble ladies sleeping geek.

So, tourism for the purpose of going to Cantara's parents' house? An observation, I guess. It is also a curiosity to see real blacksmiths.

By the way, the offerings are strawberries and locusts.

Nik left it. This is unlikely for this walk (with a hangover).

"even if... make it, hey husband"

"Close. Close. What, you're close today, what's wrong?

"Uh? Well, you know what? I hope your husband doesn't want to tell you."

"A little strawberry? It's close. It would be hard to walk without it."

Rokuko interrupts between me and the strawberry. And Rokuko hugged me, so it made it harder to walk, but well done. I don't know anything. I don't know why strawberries are in a good mood and familiar today, because I don't even know what this looks like or how dusty it is.

"I know that Master Mokuko is his real wife! Yeah, yeah, we slaves are in pillows. Please feel free to use your husband like an item.... It's like getting a pet screwed, and if it's about that, yeah?

"I see, you're a pet! Fine, I'm putting Phoenix and the others on my hands and shoulders too."

Phoenix the Immortal and Dia the Jewel Turtle, Rocco's pet. Do you mean the strawberries are in the same row as that one?

... Ah, it sticks. The treatment, it gets pretty tight.

I don't know, I didn't know that a strawberry looked more like a pet even though Nik looked more like a dog and more like a pet. Is it because Nik is a pillow?

"So this is where Gozo said Cantara's parents are..."

I came from the back door... but the Dwarves came and went in and out, and there was the sound of pounding on Cancun and metal. The smoke coming out of the furnace looks good from the outside, and just being here seems to convey the heat and bitterness.

But now, can you show me the blacksmith's place of work?

No, well, they show it to me at Cantara's, but I don't know if its home or master, or a more high-level workplace... well, it's an important workplace, and I don't know if outsiders can show it to me.

If they say no, that's what I'm going to give up. I don't even want to see that much.

At best, I was just showing it to you, and it's so lame that you could record it in Mr. Menu's functionality and reproduce it in the golem to some extent or as a reference for Nerne's work.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. You can also process orihal cones in [Creative Golem], and it's only advantageous enough to be able to reproduce the processing plant and generate mass-produced items without relying on [Creative Golem].

... That's enough for Cantara, right? I knew you didn't need to see it? No, no, I've never crossed many samples to know the standards of this world.

"Hey Kama, aren't you coming in?

"Aye, now I wonder what went into it.... All right, go, strawberry!

"What, us? Well, it would be reasonable to think of it as a touch. Come on.... Sorry! Cantara Han's house fits here!

And, as the strawberry turned to greet him, one dwarf with a white beard and a cane came out and responded.

"Hmm? Cantara would be our kid, but you?

"Uh, we're a mon with a village called Gorene. I came to say hello because I always take care of Cantara Han. Hey, my weapon's taken care of by Cantara Han too."

"What? Let me see."

The strawberry was on his hips. Short knife...... give the golem knife to Dwarf.

Dwarf took it and played dick with his knees and fingers.

"Oh, the Devil's Sword. Besides, Cantara's definitely watching."

"You know what I mean? Wow. That's Dwarf's blacksmith."

"Hung, it's as obvious as it gets. He's my son. He knows as much about the kid in front of him as he does."

"Ho ho. So you're Untara Han?

"My lord, my lord, my lord, my lord."

And Untara, the father of Dwarf Reformed Cantara, laughed hahaha.

"Looks like Cantara's doing fine. How about a rush?"

"Whoa, thank you very much. But before I do, I'd like you to meet our masters. Yeah? I'm the mayor of the village of Gorraine."

Whoa, it's our turn. I mean, strawberries, as soon as they tell me to go often, I can talk to the first person I meet and all that slurp. You're used to it.

"Um, nice to meet you. Always take care of Cantara."

"Whoa, you're the village chief. I heard it was an adventurer's village. Is it that thin?

"It's okay, Master. You look amazing. I did a great job stopping almost a whole bunch of bandits on my way here with my fingers on both hands."

"That's true! All right, show me your hips sword, I'm looking forward to it."

The taste of the food beat my body a lot. Besides, a word from a strawberry raises some hurdles. Speaking of which, I didn't use the Devil's Sword Siesta on this hip at all as a weapon... Instead, I can't use it as a collegiate weapon, and I wonder if I should carry a cane with me.

"Ah, the Devil's Sword, why be careful?"

"Whoa. How... hey... hey!

Untara pulled the siesta out of her sheath a little and put it right back. Were you even cold sweating, I muddled my forehead with the back of my hand?

"What is this guy? I just pulled it out a little bit and my consciousness is flying... that's a pretty good user not to see that I can use this. But that sword, how do you take care of it?

"Uh..."

No, I've never taken special care of it. Well, I haven't cut anything and it's a demon sword, so it doesn't seem particularly necessary... 'Do you want to be taken care of?' and try to fly your thoughts to the Devil's Sword. Like sending it to Nell in Ring Sacubus. Then he replied, 'Ng'. Um, maybe in the affirmative sense.

Really? This guy (Siesta) is a monster frame that was on the dungeon's named list. It's not strange to be able to communicate.

'... uh, take care of it, will you not let me drown in the meantime?

"N"

Is that why that "n" is affirmative or negative...... oh yeah, you know what I'm saying? Affirmative. Is this guy just silent? You're silent reminding me of old Nik. No, more than that without ears or tails.

"By the way, can you fly at enemies alone when you usually drown?

"...... n"

Oh, this one's a denial. It seems like this much unfortunate feeling that we can't separate the enemy side from the user or anything else like that. You know how to read.

Well, anyway, I decided to ask Untara to take care of my sword because it seemed like I could switch it on and off.

"... I tried not to drown you for a while, can you take care of it?

"What!?... Oh, there's really nothing to pull it out of. Looks like a pretty good user after all."

Untara pulls out her sword again and laughs at it.

I cannot say anything because it is the result of negotiations with the person (Book Sword). It sounds like a sword and a heart, doesn't it? It's a mind-boggling conversation.

"Hey Kama. I might want mine taken care of too!

"Huh? Rapier I put on that hip of yours...... did you ever use it?

"Ha! Young lady's. That's for protection, you've never been over using it!

Even when I was about to fight this past time, it's totally decorative enough to use a crossbow. Ma, it's true that Rokuko shouldn't have a chance to fight with his sword.

It should be noted that when I gave the souvenir a Feni egg shell and Igni scales, I was pleasantly allowed to visit the blacksmith. I hear the items in the fire attribute will be good fire-resistant brick materials.

He's got a lot on him and Trimochi, but he's more than happy to do it.

"I'll make you anything for free! You can have whatever you want with the weapons in the store or whatever!

And I was enthusiastically told with my blood-running eyes, so I didn't have anything in particular I wanted... knife, no, I guess I'll have it made even with the Holy Mark of Offtonism.