Reception room at the Riselle Martial Arts Store.

After waiting a while, two new guests eventually came in, knocking on the door of the room.

"Isn't that Mr. Brett and the others?"

"Oh, my God, why are you here?"

One, as I heard beforehand, is Gardon, a Dwarf martial artisan.

But the other one was more surprising.

"Ur......? Why are you here?"

"Why are you here, Rio? When we went to Mr. Gardon, we were supposed to come here with some kind of flow."

It was Ur who showed up with Gardon.

Now the four of us in this room are in a very messy state: Liselle, Gardon, Ur, and Liselle Martial Arts Store clerk and Black Clothes Bodyguard.

Seeing that chaotic state, it is Liselle, the Lord of this place, who slaps the bread and hands to divide the field.

"I'm not sure what it is, but I need you to give me a chance at your friends' party sometime. - So, Mr. Gardon. What can I do for you?

Liselle doesn't look that way and asks Gardon.

Gardon, who took it, coughs one up with Gohon.

And here's what the bat said looking bad, most of the time.

"Uh, you know... There's one thing I'd like to ask of you, Liselle, the master craftsman of this Liselle armor store."

I could see Liselle trembling a little.

I could also see the colour of agitation dwelling in that elf's eyes, but Gardon was distracting himself from Liselle and was unaware of it.

"Hey, I wonder what it is. I feel like this is the first time Mr. Gardon has ever called me 'the lead artisan'. You always say it's 'Hiyoko' or 'Woman Fox', right?

Liselle says in a twitchy way.

How glad I was to be called?

Gardon, on the other hand, also returns the words uncomfortably, keeping his gaze off Liselle.

"Mmm... well, that's, yeah... Stuff...... I don't care how you call it!

"Well, yeah. Look, just get down to business. You came to me for something, didn't you?

"I know! Don't rush me, you fox elf!

"Look, the usual one's out! Oh no, what is that attitude while you say you have something to ask for?"

"Muggle...!

Should I say we are friends of the dog monkeys, or a barren argument between the tundeles?

I was listening to that elf-dwarf conversation on the side, and my cheeks were getting loose.

He pulls the hem of my clothes like that, and Rio's a pain in the ass.

"Hey brother, what is this..."

"Shh, Rio, be quiet. It's a good place."

When I put my index finger on Rio's lips, Rio blushed a little and nodded.

"Wow, index finger kiss..."

"... Indirect kissing or whichever is above is where the debate divides"

Iris and Mayfa said something that I don't understand again.

I mean, it's an index finger kiss.

I've never even heard of that.

Meanwhile, while we're doing that, the Dwarf and Elf Tundre match goes on.

"Huh. I know you heard the lads coming, but I'm gonna say it again."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll ask you again."

"Uhm. Uh... well, that's it... Lord, you specialize in the production of costume-based weapons?

"Well, yeah. You're either better at it, but what's that?

"Either you listen without stirring up, you fox! No, so, you know... I don't mind right now, so... Wah, I was wondering if you could help me with my job, and that's why I came to talk to your Lord!

I said, "Oh, my God!"

Mr. Gardon in the Tundele red corner, finally said it!

Gardon goes on and on as I put reality into my mind, for example.

"I've taken on extra work in my hands. But I promised this girl that I would finish it at all costs. This must be kept at all costs, beyond what Dwarf promised."

That's what I said, Gardon tapping Ur's shoulder that was next door.

Ur turns to Liselle for an interview with an aunt.

"I've run out of three more days until the deadline I have to complete. No more four or five. Liselle, I want to help you with your Lord. - Please, you're right!

That being said, Gardon bowed his head deeply toward Liselle.

And Ur, who was next door, said, "Please!," he says, bowing his head as deeply as Gardon.

Liselle, who took it...

"Oh, yeah. All right. If you ask me to do that, I can't say no. I'm going to ask you for my arms as a" foreman. "I can't help it at all. Until then, how could you ask me to, as an 'artisan' I can't say no?"

He took on Gardon's favor in a lot of ways, saying things like that.

By the way, when I said that, the elf girl's face was loose.

Full of faces, the look of joy overflowing.

I saw it, I thought.

Liselle probably always wanted someone - especially Gardon - to recognize herself as a "craftsman," not as a "merchant."

It seems to me that Liselle has been quite aware of the quality of the weapons she made herself since the first time I met her.

When I admitted the quality of the martial arts she made with my [eye-catching] skills, I looked pretty happy, and that's all I saw was pretend to like me.

I guess the real me that she wants me to see, seemingly obsessed with business and visual design all the time, is that it wasn't there.

Liselle looks half afloat and asks Gardon.

"Ke, but Mr. Gardon. Why did you think to rely on me when you always called me 'Hiyoko'? Wouldn't it be necessary for a leading craftsman like Mr. Gardon to rely on a 'hyocco' like me?

"Gu...... whichever way you say it gets hooked. I call you" Hiyoko "because I think that if you don't fail to train because you are still developing and the city is the best, etc., you will continue to grow and grow! Although I would already have some of the best experience and knowledge in this city when it comes more or less to the technique of making fitting-based and clothing-based protective equipment! Look at the craftsmanship. You think the eye of the eagle is a milestone, insult me!

"Huh!? Then say so from the beginning! This is why the Dwarves! I thought you didn't recognize me as an artisan at all!?

"Huh, so what's up! Good proof that your Lord is Hiyoko as an artisan, such as worrying about ratings from others! I don't care who says what the craftsmen think is good for them."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Cancer, gagger, warwer.

The elves and Dwarves' martial arts artisans had cornered each other and started to argue with each other.

Yeah, that's a sight I saw somewhere.

But the two appeared to be having some fun, even as they hung out in the hustle.

When I saw the two of them, I was convinced that I would be fine if I left the production of the "blackout necklace" to these two.