Atal, who was gazed at, was scratching his cheek at random.
"Uh, my methods are special. I don't know what you said...... I concentrated my powerful magic on one point, hit it in a row, drilled a hole, and did damage from it...... you can't use it for machining, can you?
They waited for Atal's words, entrusted with a desire, but it would cause Term and Brown to drop their shoulders.
"Ha... That's just how it can't be processed."
"Um, this guy's in trouble..."
The two people with difficult faces put their arms around each other and thought about it.
"Maybe this won't work... I've had two people talk to each other around the corner before, and after all, I never had a good idea, but it was still like now."
Natalia, with a troubled look on her face, was squeaking like that when she saw the two of them.
Caro, who was watching the story in silence, seems anxious about the heavier and heavier air.
"How to process it... something, something... hey, is it like a harder ore than this methyl?
"Hmm? Oh, there is. Probably, but it is said that something called a diamond is the hardest thing in this world. It was at Term's, wasn't it?
As Atar tells me, with a bewildered look, Telm brings a rigid stone in the corner of the workplace.
"Yeah, this is it... but this is what's in it for you?
When I receive the ore I see for the first time, Atal trims it between my fingers and holds it and sees it from various angles to be sure.
"What...?
Confused Natalia asks the question softly, but Atal does not reply, putting magic into his fingers. It also shines around the gilded stone with the pale light at your fingertips.
"My magic can't cut this off, it can't be processed, but it can be shredded."
I guessed what he would do. Caro takes the sharpening cushion magically put out by Atal with a big cloth that he took out of the back and spread out.
"Sharpen... no, no, that would take too long to process, and I, of course, would use the tellum that much magic in the first place"
"Right...... sounds like it's easy, but I can't do that without manipulating magic with a lot of precision. I don't think most people can do it."
Telm replies with a bitter smile at Brown, who turns his gaze to whoa. Ataru continues to sharpen now, but this was wind magic that produced the ball of wind at his fingertips and spinning it at high speeds to sharpen the ore at that wind pressure.
"Sure this technology is amazing, but how does this lead to machining......?
Natalia, who did her hand to her mouth like she was impressed, speaks doubts, but did not receive a response from the focussed atar.
For a while, silently Atal keeps sharpening the ore. And stopped the magic where it was smaller than fist large.
"Phew...... like this"
Ataru, who had concentrated excessively, took a breath and saw the sharpening cusp Caro had taken while wiping his forehead, which was sweating like balls.
"That's all you need. Thelm needs all the tools you need for the machining here. That's the least you can do because you can't do it all. Brown, go back to the workshop and bring me the same machining tools."
Why? That question was on the faces of the two people who were instructed. I had no idea what I was going to do.
"Well, bring it in because you think you've been fooled. I'll do something about the machining."
Atal who defeated the demon, the owner of this armor. Maybe he could do something about it. The two who thought so raise their heavy hips and follow the instructions.
"Let's get the rest of it ready for me by the time the two of you are ready. Natalia, I'm sorry, but I need you to get me a pan and some wood bells. Then can you show us where we can use the fire?
"Yes, sir"
Natalia leads me back to the kitchen first, as Atar told me.
"Eh, use this for the pot and the wood bell"
"Thank you, then I'll get back to work, okay? It means creating a secret item."
Atar, with his index finger resting on his mouth, pushed Natalia's shoulder gently against him, pushing him out of the kitchen. Confused, Natalia reads the air and leaves because she knows that some people don't like being seen working even by artisans.
"Keep an eye on Caro and Bal so no one comes in here. I have to make an array..."
The two loudly nodded wait at the kitchen entrance as instructed by Atal. I was sure Atal would be able to solve this problem.
In the meantime, Term was arranging his machining tools on a cloth to figure out which one to take. Brown, who soon returned from his own workshop, likewise lined up the tools and waited for Ataru to return.
"Hey, Natalia. What the hell is he doing?
Rather, the tellum asks the question, but Natalia could only shake her neck sideways.
"I don't know. Something that got pushed out before I started working..."
"Hmm, I don't know what you're doing, but he'll be fine. I'm sure he'll have a good idea."
There was no basis for Brown to roar but look at the tools with a serious look, but there was a mysterious certainty that Atal would do something about it.
And two hours went by in time, and Ataru came back with a pot. Behind it, Caro and Balkias are also following.
"Hey, what's that amazing colored thing!
Brown speaks out in surprise with an outrageous look that the contents of the pan peeked into, concerned, were of a horrible color.
"Well, look at it. This is how it's sarcastic out there."
Laughing a little at what I saw the reaction as expected, Ataru paints the contents of the pan onto the tool and sprinkles the sharpening cusp of the ore there earlier.
"Behold, my tools!
"Shit! Please don't interrupt me!
Normally serene tellums also try to stop Atal's outrage by shouting at situations where the commercial tools they deal with dearly become tainted, but that will be stopped by the harsh-faced words of Caro and Balkias.
"Fair enough, this, this, this more"
Ataru painted two tools one after the other with something of a gray color, sprinkling them with sharpening cusps.