Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Having had an unexpected encounter with the Divine King, Yut visited Dravael's residence shortly thereafter using the spell "Long Flight (Ower Flight)".

This is our original destination.

I don't want to know on my own, but there's no particular reason to hesitate the second time.

If we don't get picked up anyway, we enter the cave where the Dravaels live and reach a space full of lava with troublesome orders - or challenges.

Even when defended by the Heat and Cold Resistance (Coginess) spell, the environment still feels breathless. But for them, the fairies of blacksmiths, it's the location of the outfit.

"Here's another favor for you."

There are only rocks and lava around.

Nevertheless, Yut spoke up in affection.

"Oh, long time no see"

A voice comes from that rock. At the same time, a chick and a dwarf appeared.

Lava Fairy Dravael.

The dark brown hair and mustache have no discerning border and cover almost the entire body. Though wearing clothes, they were crude and still made little sense hiding in my hair.

Neither can facial expressions be known by the large nose and eyes alone, which are slightly glimpsed from between the mustache and the hair.

Dwarves call them bigots, but they surround the familiar archmage (Archmage) to show how welcoming they are.

Where the hell did you say you were lurking all this time? No, was what was seen as a rock a lava fairy?

Soon, surrounded by dozens of dravaels.

There was also intense enthusiasm, and Yut's perception swayed. When I used to come, I was with Alcia, and I might have unconsciously relied on her perceptual abilities due to her crimson eyelids.

But this time, for a surprise's sake, we need to act alone.

"First, instead of saying hello..."

Remove the global liquor from the infinite storage bag. Previously, only a little bit was consumed by the Divine Body (Avatar), but not this time.

sake, whiskey, shochu, wine, plum wine, etc. The more alcohol the tavern is likely to open, the more it piles up in front of the Dravaels.

The Hyun-chul Conference (Danishmend) is more familiar to me, and I don't have to say anything, it has enough liquor stores for me to prepare. The material brought back by his real name is invaluable and immense, so it is a trivial consideration. There is no need to shy away.

"You want a drink?

"Of course."

Last time, I drank it up on my own. With that in mind, is there a lot of trust with them as well?

(It's called Grandpa of Vainamarinen, is it a nature favored by bigoted old men...)

Honestly, I think from the bottom of my heart that I want to shy away. But you can't say that Zein in the village of Ozlick likes you.

(Safe, Safe)

Consoling my mind with exceptions, most liquor bottles were already empty. Indeed, the Dravaels gather dozens with straw. Maybe it would be a moment if I drank in that number of people, but it's too soon. Through the zaru, I suspect the bottom is missing.

"This time, I wanted you to make a sword."

"Don't you need a weapon?

"The ship is like a weapon."

"Sorry, things have changed."

"And more. To whom and what sword to make."

Flipping the foreword does not seem particularly problematic.

Actually, I thought I might be turned down at this point, but it was a total concern.

"Valtrude...... Can you tell by that cathedral knight? He was with me when I asked him to hand over the ship..."

"Oh. That second girl (stomach)"

Apparently, the first Alcia to accompany you is the best. Valtrude seems to be recognised as number two. Besides, it seems difficult to correct it.

"Oh, it's that Valtrude. Next time you're going to marry me, I want to give you a sword to commemorate."

"Oh. I don't know."

"Kids, make it. A lot."

"If you don't tell me, I'll make it."

"You're cheeky. But what about the best girl?"

"'Cause I'm gonna take good responsibility"

"I don't know."

"Not worthy men."

Yut understood.

When you're dealing with a decent person, you can't go on talking. We should push it out, even if it's somewhat forceful.

"Previously, I had a long sword (long sword) from the Hellenonian god, Divine Subjugator, which I lost in the last battle."

Yes. I didn't hesitate to throw down my weapon to save myself.

I never find that attractive. But I want to tell you how grateful I am.

"So, not instead, but I want to give her my best sword"

"The best..."

"A sword..."

The moment I hear that phrase, the Dravaels come together and put their arms together.

The first time I saw him, he might have been under pressure from the difference, but now he looks very humorous. I guess I got used to the mini golems on the Tubassa.

Still, when I circled around Yut, this one's eyes were going to turn, and I could see the heat and even the hallucinations of Dravaels becoming butter.

"Are you going to make it with a long sword?

"A two-handed sword will do the trick."

"Not the strongest, but the best sword."

"Is that one of the strongest?

"Of course not. Say it. Two or three of the strongest."

"Well, it's hard to make a wave and say it's the strongest one."

"Hmm."

somehow conveys what you are arguing about. But with all the mixed dialects and strong adhesions, I'm going to lose sight of where I am. It's also good and bad to be automatically translated.

"Well, then, let's make each one"

"Really? Will the ingredients be Adamantine"

"How about magical silver?"

"Is there any cold steel in Naruto?"

"The second girl is a cathedral knight. Besides, you can't say Naruto's metal is the best."

"Sure, it sounds like Valtrude."

Finally, I could pinch my mouth.

It reminds me of the existence of a relic (relic) that I had forgotten because I had been overwhelmed.

"That's right. I owe you one, I keep one of these."

From an infinitely stored bag, a metal fitted book that was removed. Recently deposited from Seneca, king of God, the secret of Ducommerce.

I haven't even checked the contents that I wouldn't understand anyway, but I guess the commissioning went down to give it to them, so no problem.

"Ho ho. Master Ducommerce's book of honor."

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know about this guy."

"No, because it's a borrowing..."

I have trouble being praised.

Without knowing such an inside of Yut, the Dravaels glance over the pages of the Holy Relics.

I don't want it to get dirty or torn because I'm giving it back - where the wind blows, such as his worry. It is turned and read more and more like a basketball, and my voice grows from time to time.

"Don't just think about ingredients, Akane"

"Again, the furnace."

"The hammer, the gold bed."

"Besides, I don't know how to make it. It's like a mountain."

I don't know what it said, but he's definitely inspired by a lot of things.

"Tell me if you need anything. 'Cause I'll gather it whenever I can."

"Both Adamantine and magic silver must still have had the rest before, right?

"Mm-hmm. Quite the problem"

"If you want the best, you want other ingredients too"

"It's just iron. I don't need it anymore."

"I'll get back to you."

"Uh. Speaking of which, it's not metal."

A mundane thought.

The moment I tried to mouth it, Dravaels stopped the argument and I've been looking at this one all at once.

My indented eyes are shimmering and my gaze is gathering.

I'm not scared, but I retreat after not thinking of its force.

"I don't know what you mean by not metal."

"How... I don't know much about you, but there are people who use dragon claws and fangs as weapons material..."

Woldan, a dragon engineer, met in Folio-Farina.

I feel comfortable putting the remains of the dragon on the top while making a suggestion to use them other than weapons, but I can't help but remember.

"Dragon!

"He's blind."

"Oh, it doesn't have to be iron..."

I noticed it on the way.

I wonder if it would be rude to suggest to them, who are blacksmith fairies, that they use dragon claws, fangs, etc.

But they were even pure.

The impossibility brought in by Yut - he's trying to work me second to my own hold to create the best sword.

I even remember being moved by that attitude.

"With the craftsman, the dragon's fangs and nails, I'll have them here."

"Okay. I can't make an appointment, but I'll talk to you."

Can a normal person handle these Dravaels? Or will craftsmen be willing to argue with each other?

More important than I thought.

While he felt that way, Yut couldn't stop his cheeks from loosening naturally.