Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 215 Night Kingdom Border City of Omui

Border defense tricks the person into a chaotic abyss because the empire is in turmoil, and when he takes the new orphans and kidnapped immigrants back to the border... suddenly an arms store at night?

"Granny, Granny, if you're free, you're bald and bearded. Granny's a bald beard, and you're craftsman at a bald beard mining deposit or a factory, so you left the negotiations to me, right? Yeah, thanks. My notarized, noble negotiation proved it didn't work with the bald beard language of the bald beard clan and the conversation didn't go any further? That's weird, huh?

Yeah, well, it's a mystery why you think that makes the conversation, because your blacksmith uncle doesn't understand it at all, either, right? 'Cause we have no idea what's going on, either?

"The Bald Beard Clan... you, that's the Dwarf clan! Don't race all the bald beards together, not the Bald Beard" Dwarf "tribe. You'll have trouble with bald beards!! I mean, did you realize that? But... you don't listen to the real dwarf about me in the mix, do you?

My uncle at the weapons store is amazed...... oh, it was Mr. Dwarf, is it half?

"No, 'cause some blacksmith says he has all that skill, and he won't bow his head to the other one, so I tried baking him, and he bowed his head and rolled around, and then I thought I should burn his head while convincing him with my blacksmith arm, baldness and mustache, and, well, it's a hassle to tell, so I came round to throw him? Like?"

"Don't throw, I mean don't bake! Instead, did you bake it already?!?"

With their resilient physique and tough faces, their slightly lower backs, uncles. It was a disappearing Dwarf, trapped and enslaved by the Empire.

"I don't need to look at my arm anymore."

"Chief, I'm a blacksmith who set up a shop, no matter how many mixers. I don't really think you need to see that without looking at your arms."

"Let us at least thank you for our protected position."

A blacksmith who lays his eyes down. Let's just stroke it...... because this blacksmith is the one who, with the best praiseworthy skill in the kingdom, threw away his honor and glory that it was the border that needed weapons and kept building them on the border that he couldn't even mine iron with satisfaction. Everyone on the border is grateful.

"Can't you see this idiot even looking at what's in front of him! If you don't know what it's like to be able to see and try one of them, burn them in the furnace and burn them in!

I bow my head with my knees poked at a glance at that forged body, arranged in the store. The stubborn, unscrupulous blacksmiths who line up to see them kneel down at the same time and bow their heads.

"Please, disciple us!" "Oh, whoa..." Hey, heads up. I'm still Aoyagi, I'm just half the guy who's on the edge, knows Magic Iron, and asks the boys there about one end of the technology in a horrible country. It is this way that I would like to ask you to teach Ninglo. Please, give me Dwarf's arm for the warriors on the border fighting demons, please. "

Comrades who desire to teach together and seek to drill together. Yeah, it looks like a lot of sticks are going through the products that are lined up.

"You heard me! I know it's already a secret here, but I need to get it all out. You're not a blacksmith!!" "" Of course you are! "" "Ko, this iron... even the secret of Dwarf has so far magic... is this mixing demon stones!" "Yeah, the boy over there." "" Why are you staring at Mr. Dwarf's secret without even looking! "" "Hey, 'cause it's powdered, and I'm not magically pinching it with sand and iron to tame it. It's just a secret of Grandma Lung mixing, and I don't think that mixing Lung was fooled by CM, is it?" "That guy, you didn't have a name for Grandma Mixed Lun or anything!

Mr. Dwarf bows his head in his hand with the demonic iron made by Yao Kun.

"Thank you. Now we can build weapons to protect someone, not murder weapons to kill them. I can finally wield Dwarf's arms for the endless braves fighting the demons. I'll be grateful."

Yeah, even though it's an inspiring occasion, Yao Kun doesn't seem to know who he is because he's all bald mustache in citations surrounded by old men, and his eyes are glowing golden... but that's not the art of separation or anything, because we're all usually bald mustaches even when we look at cancer with Luo Jin's eyes, right?

Day 215 City of Omui Iron Works on the Frontier of the Morning Kingdom

"Parents, that goes against the Dwarf code! To such a mix...... Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Looks like you're letting the Dwarf boys, who haven't been able to grasp a situation other than a blacksmith, hear what the fancy legal Lori wives are gonna say with a drink in them and beat them up? Yeah, I was wondering why they all have little daughters, little but that power is your wife!

"If you are, you're still a man! There are people, elves, dwarves, beasts, etc. who work so hard at this iron burning iron mill!!" "Don't tell me! Even if they don't tell me, I've already seen it with these eyes. Please, you're right, we men are slaves. Therefore, please let Nong, etc. make these children and our children happy!!" "" Please!

Pan "Kama", it is a negative history born of the accumulation of resentments that killed my son and important things. But the only thing that can overshadow that is the smiles of the kids, and that happy future I guess...... yeah, I always thought, are those orphans good for general standards? I'm flying around the melting furnace to operate it, but is that a good question of good health or something? Yeah, can I help my kids with the blending of carbon or the blowing of oxygen?

"But the code... that's just my ancestor's..." "Stupid bastard. Ahhh! Oh, the code? The ancestral spirits of the Dwarves of our ancestors!? If these kids work so hard and have a future where they are laughing happily, and their ancestors live like this, they are evil spirits! I don't remember my ancestors being so firm and small, and if they were here, they would cut off the edge, if they were sneaking around, sprinkling salt and demiriting them, they would stick them in the furnace in the yard and bake them clean, hello there!!" "You said well. That's the Dwarf guy!

I don't care what you think, a wife like my grandson is stroking her hard with a tough, matchy grandfather's head stretched out... looks like a sister wife?

Yeah, no matter how you look at it, it's a toddler girl case, but Dwarf guy likes to grow older, and all his wives seem to be sister wives, but it's a case, Lori? By the way, Lori, do the wives weirdly mingle with the neighboring wives, and they call them extravaganza Lori? Yeah, with Oda and the others, it's gonna be a mess, but were you already locked up as a criminal reserve?

"Oh, because Mr. Dwarf was Mr. Legitimate Lori, Oda and the others were tied up in arrests due to a case?" "" We didn't do anything about the case, did we? "" Well... a definitive criminal? "" Sure guy or something? "" Yeah, it's a child minister project on a case. "" "I've just been helping you!

No, Oda, every time you guys help, you get more maids, right? Yeah, the fact that your face looks happy staring at Mr. Legitimate Lori Dwarf is factual evidence?