At the end of the size measurement for one piece of protective equipment, Brown took out something like a notebook and wrote down the size there, and was still trying to get into the design idea.
"Hey, wait a minute! That's our protective gear design, isn't it?
When Atal questioned him like he was in a bit of a panic, Brown nodded as he gave him a decent look like what he was talking about.
"Is there a problem?
As an artisan, I work on creating gear for the Ataru. Yet Brown couldn't understand why he was trying to stop it.
"I appreciate you working on it quickly, but could you introduce me to the weapons maker before I do? Otherwise, we'll keep the weapon until we're done creating the armor, right?
I heard that. It looked like Brown finally remembered he was.
"I forgot... I had no choice, let's go to him first"
Brown, who scratched his head with me, closed his notebook in a slightly unfortunate way, and he snapped it into a bag. In addition, I picked some of the materials on the table and took them.
"Take two pieces of methyl, some fangs and some bones... because he might not even be in the conversation about not showing things"
I pulled out a big cage and stuffed it with material, talking to myself about bumps.
"If you look at it, you don't have a hand that artisans don't take."
"Oh, I did, didn't I?
Brown laughs and shows off his white teeth. I guess by now the material of Xuanbu is something that tickles the minds of craftsmen.
"Then we'll go to him!
Brown, carrying the cage, leaves the workshop early enough. It conveys my desire to get into my work as soon as possible.
"Okay."
Atal, Caro and Balkias are a little behind, but soon after Brown.
Silently walking ahead, Brown was headed straight for the weapons workshop of his choice. It seems that the shape was more demanding than ever, and the different people looked a little surprised with their eyes open.
"That's so fast."
Given the length of his leg, Atal should have had a greater stride, but he was gradually pulled apart by Brown. The feeling of impatience is accelerating his legs, and the Atals manage to capture it in their sight, but if they relax at all, his appearance is likely to be buried in a wave of people.
When that brown suddenly stops pitted, he doesn't hesitate to go into one workshop.
"There... can't you wait for me!
Brown never waited for the Atals to arrive. Atal rushes out, who decides it's not a good idea to be left like this.
"Caro, Bal, let's hurry!
Ataru and the others rush in to jump inside the workshop where Brown entered.
Then, unexpectedly, the story seems to be going through, prompting the lady who seems to be the receptionist at the workshop to go back.
"What do you say? Have you ever seen a material like this?
"No... where the hell did you get this stuff?
Turning to the back, Brown as he stands is seriously talking to a long man who slept in one hand with the material of Xuanbu. The man was sitting in his chair, but so he finally seems to be in conversation with Brown as to whether his gaze fits.
"Er..."
When Atal speaks out so that the two people he's talking to can notice, Brown invites him as if he's finally here.
"This guy is Atal, your lady is Caro, and your wolf is Balkias. These three took down the Lord of this material and got it. And that's why you came to me with an introduction I know."
The man who hears Brown's cluttered introduction gets up all the time when he smiles softly.
"This must be a famous adventurer. My name is Telm, and I work as an arms maker. Brown is the corrupt one."
In a gentle tone, Telm carefully shakes hands with the Atals when he introduces himself. The Ataru liked the way Balkias shakes hands because of the cancer.
"So, you didn't just brag that you came all the way out here to show me this material, did you? So much so that I can bring you to the owner of the material."
You're not gonna show me all this stuff and just go home, are you? Brown and Telm were just going to look away at such an interaction.
"Naturally, I want you to build these three weapons. Rewards are for necessary expenses incurred in weapon creation only.... let me handle this material more than that would be a reward, right?
That's what I thought, but what about you? Brown asked with a slightly provocative look.
"Ha, you mean practically unremunerated..."
"No, I'll pay for it."
Atal clasped his mouth that he couldn't have it just made for free, but Term shook his neck softly beside him with a bitter smile.
"No, I'd rather have it made for free if I had all this material in front of me. I don't need the necessary expenses."
Thelm sighed against Brown's forceful, rather positive when it came to making it for free.
"That's what I thought Term would do, I've got a plan so far. Look at that."
Nodding satisfactorily, Brown takes out his notebook and shows it to Thelm.
"Well, this is interesting. But if I were you, here's what I'd do."
The gentle grin disappears completely, and Term, who has become a serious expression as an artisan, sees the design and comes up with a new proposal.
"I see... so how about this... this is it"
"Hmm, that's not bad. Wait a minute, I'll get my notebook out too."
As inspired, Term draws a design of the weapon that comes to mind from the material on it when he brings his design book.
"Ha ha, do you process fangs? What about the methyl part?
"That's what I'm gonna do."
As much as I could think of, each of them drew one design after the other, and they were coming up with their opinions on it. Yeah, I'll tell you what. The two of us were totally into our own world.
"Something."
"Yes."
"You're a fool."
I'm glad you were motivated, but Ataru and the others looked at the situation with dismay.