From then on, discussions continued over the night about how to make it without Atal, Caro, and Balkias as well as the craftsmen and creation clients.
Then, when the whole story hardens, the craftsmen cage in their respective workshops and get to work with the reborn tools.
"Those guys are amazing. He said he barely slept with us, but he's already going to work..."
Atal sees Brown and Telm head to the processing of the material with a serious look full of enthusiasm, leaking a grunt of awkwardness and admiration.
"You two are rooted artisans so hey...... shall we rest? Wow..."
Natalia, staring at her working back with a bitter smile, had accidentally yawned when she was attacked by sudden drowsiness. She hurriedly holds her mouth and makes a shy smile.
"Right, let's give it a rest too. Bal..."
Balkias was completely asleep when he realized that he was tired, so Atar put his arms together with what was going on.
"I'll take Bal-kun with me."
Caro, who came into Atal's sight shaking his ear a little, gently held Balkias in his arms and smiled at Atal.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow or maybe noon, but I'll show my face by then, okay?
When I smile back at Caro, Atal also gets drowsy and unwittingly holds his eyes to see if he's finally relaxed into a calm situation.
"Yes, that's okay. See you tomorrow..."
Natalia nodded as she slept, falling asleep as she slowly collapsed onto the couch that was nearby.
"Natalia's tired, too. Caro, let's go."
"Yes."
I put a blanket on her that was nearby. Then Ataru went back to the inn.
The next morning, no, by the time it was noon the Atals were coming to the Browns Workshop again. It seemed more exhausting than I thought, and I couldn't get out of bed until around noon.
"... hey, you've been doing this?
The person Atal sounded worried about was Brown, the master of the workshop. He had completed the basic processing of the material and was working on the creation of protective equipment.
"Hmm? Oh, you were here. I took a break… I took an hour's sleep or so."
"You call that a break...?
Atal put a question mark on his head wondering if he was okay, but from Brown's face in front of him he never felt tired, but rather seemed full of energy.
"This is what this is all about, huh? I mean, I have to be motivated to do my job. I've been off until you guys got here, so I have a lot of strength. Besides, I have more strength than I look, because I have giant blood on me."
It was the atar I was thinking about on my own measure, but I'm convinced that's what it is when I hear the word giant blood.
"But it just takes a while to get it done. I don't even have any help over here, so why don't you go check on Term?
Brown couldn't stop the work while he talked like that. Unlike Brown, Term didn't think he was as strong as he was, so he worried he wasn't working the same way.
"Well, I'll see about that."
Ataru was also concerned about the progress of the weapon, so he decided to go check on the tellum.
"Thank you, Mr. Brown."
Both Caro and Balkias bowed their heads and left Brown's workshop behind.
Brown continues his work without even stopping after the three of them leave. Maybe I can make the highest one I've ever made. I thought it would be a shame to stop my hand from the thought that the bargain would give me.
When Ataru and the others arrived at Telm's workshop, Natalia was responding to guests at the reception.
"So now we're temporarily stopping orders. That working sound is another task. Yes, it is the hope of Term himself."
Natalia was sweating on her forehead but politely responding to the guests asking one question after another. In the back workplace I could see the tellum working with a serious look on his face.
The Ataru face trouble about what is going on in this situation, but Natalia's eye contact was there to get in from the back, so when she went outside so that no other guests could see her, she turned to the back.
"That was a lot of customers."
"Oh, unlike Brown, maybe he was asked regularly"
In fact, as Atar expected, Term regularly created weapons, except when he made special weapons. But now it depends on the creation of new weapons with new materials. From those who know Telm's skill, I guess the current situation is such that I don't want to question him.
Term was creating the weapon in desperate shape as the Ataru entered the workshop from behind and headed to the workplace to be invisible from the surface.
"Ha-ha-ha... this is tough... eh"
As for the basic machining, it was finished as was Brown, but it seemed hard to weaponize it from there. He is disturbing his breath as he wipes the sweat that floats.
"... this is definitely tough"
With regard to the tools for machining, Atar had made modifications, but had not applied any hand with regard to the tools for weapon creation, so only the tools and the power of the tellum were relied upon for machining.
"Telm...... hey Telm!
Atal intensifies his rhetoric and calls because there was no response from Telm in the first call because he was fairly focused.
"What? Oh, oh... this is for Mr. Atal, Mr. Caro, and Mr. Balkias"
Finally realizing it, Telm slowly stopped working hands and turned his gaze to the Atals with a bitter smile.
"Ha, it looks like I've been so focused... so the work goes on?
The color of fatigue was dark on his face, the tools that were dwindling, and it didn't look like progress was going well either way.
"Ha, no, well, somehow..."
I am totally out of strength from the out-of-concentration term and get a dry grin and a powerless reply.
"... Thelm, you rest. First of all, you can have dinner and go lie down and get some sleep. In the meantime, I'll get you some tools, I'll get you some ore."
Taken to take the tool away from Telm's hand, Atar, who dared to speak in a strong tone, went into the work of sharpening it when he took yesterday's gold stone, which was on a desk nearby.
The tellum, left behind by the events in no time, rises perplexed.
"Yes, no, but..."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Telm is taking a break. Let's go that way until Master Atal is ready!
Still, a smiling Caro caught Term's back that he wouldn't pull unless he did the work and took him forcefully to the reception room.