Magi Craft Meister

"This is..."

Speaking out in his voice, John advanced to the back of the cabin.

"Again, it's a bike"

Wheels are iron. The block pattern is carved to bite the ground. Seeing where the corners of the pattern are taken and largely rounded, I guess they are used quite a bit.

The frame looks like light silver. There is no suspension, but the saddle is supported by a structure called a stacked spring or leaf-type suspension, so I guess the seating is poor.

This leaf-type suspension is a plate shaped spring overlaid structure of different lengths, which has the advantage of being suspensive but also obtaining an attenuating effect as a damper.

Aside from that, John's attention is on the chain.

Roller chain to be exact. Most bicycles and motorcycles use this to transmit driving force to the rear wheel.

The work is simple, but the structure is complex. A number of outer plates, inner plates, rollers, bushings, and pins can be combined.

"An interracial people gives this stuff...?

Jen would be able to make it, but it was also something he hadn't made yet.

Also, there were no bicycles in the demonic realm. "Originals" doesn't seem to make bicycles either.

"Oh, and you noticed?

Turning to the voice from behind, it was Maya.

"Well, it's been used as our leg, it's called a bicycle, but the magic engineer (Maggie Engineer) named Tenkun Han, who came here last time, said he was good."

"Really..."

When I look at it, I'm missing a few bushes and pins. They thought the pin was broken and the chain was broken.

"I said we could do it tomorrow, but how about it? Looking to fix it?

John thought it was here to gain credibility and nodded and showed it.

"Right! That helps. Wow. Thank you."

"It's already dark today, so it's tomorrow to fix it."

"Yeah, yeah, that's not true. If only you could fix it. Tomorrow, please!

Maya gladly said that, but as I recall,

"Oh, yeah, dinner's ready, I came to call you"

So he called John.

Dinner was served at Maya's house. Maya seems to live alone. From the atmosphere, it looked like Oliver and compassion, but it is John who does not ask questions.

Dedication is fried wheat porridge and slight vegetables. Vegetables seem to be valuable.

"... How's it going? Delicious? Taste, isn't it?

According to the analytical function equipped in John's mouth, less salt has been obtained. Compared to Jen's taste, of course.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's thin, but it's delicious."

"Oh well, that's good. Salt is precious."

Salt is still valuable inland, John guesses. There, I added a word that Maya cares about.

"These days, the transport is lagging behind..."

As for its content, John didn't dare go into it either. I thought it was premature.

The accommodation was in a dormitory next to Maya's house. Sounds like a visitor facility like John.

Though I am not sure if it will come from the Empire of Shouro or if it will be used by the different peoples who have travelled.

Oliver seems to be staying at Maya's house. Oliver, who saw John from the door, looked just a little illuminated.

Nevertheless, it is convenient to sleep alone.

Jon-Lao wanted to transfer a small amount of carbon steel from Penglai.

The parts of the roller chain are baked carbon steel.

In modern Earth, many more elements are added to improve strength, wear and corrosion resistance, but from what I've seen, that bicycle chain is simple carbon steel, which is also about S45C.

(S45C was 0.45 percent carbon steel, right?)

Old man, check the knowledge gained from the gin and prepare the material. To the pure iron that is stocked, add carbon with "add (ad)", homogenize with "homogenize (homogenize)" and complete.

John's magic was markered, transferring about a kilogram of S45C.

The next morning, breakfast was there, too, and John started fixing it. I finished fixing the empty pots immediately. The problem is the chain.

If the size is not aligned, I will not do anything for you. Carefully perform "deformation (forming)".

Fortunately, the number of missing parts was small, so the chain was repaired in about two hours.

John, who will be checking and servicing other parts.

In the process, it was even more surprising that ball bearings were used between the wheels and axles.

(Other than your husband (My Lord), a magician (Magicraftsman) with this skill... in that past?

And Old Man finds out much more.

(No way...... first generation?

Yes, this precision machining would be possible if Adriana Barbora Tsetsi, the first magic engineer Magicraft Jazz.

(But Earth's engineering knowledge...)

The knowledge of Adriana inherited by Jen should have had nothing to do with the science and engineering of modern Earth. There were several similar techniques, but they were not beyond the scope of similarity.

Therefore, Old Man concluded. It wasn't Adriana Barbora Tsetsi who made this, he said.

(So who the hell is it?... This is one more mystery...)

"Oh, you, John, did I tell you? Nice arm! Thank you very much."

Maya saw the two bikes fixed, and that's what made her happy to jump up.

"This one belongs to me. Thanks."

"No, Mr. John, you're brilliant. It's a bike, but it was the last time a magic engineer threw a spoon."

"Sure, it was great to make. As far as I'm concerned, you're interested in who made that."

That was John = Old you for real, but that one word was to open a new door.

"Well, you seem interested."

And there was a voice from behind John.

Turn around, there was a magnificent man there, supposedly in his early forties. Muscular disappointing physique, sharp eyes. Her hair was burnt brown and her eyes grey. It grows a short jawbeard.

The thing that caught John's eye the most was the color of his skin. Compared to Maya, there was something that led to Lucas and Netros, who were much shallower and blacker, devotees of the devil tribe.

"I say Darrow. I'm the head of this settlement."

The man who named him Darrow had little sympathy.

"You said Mr. John, right? Are you really interested in bicycling, no, that kind of technology?

Old man decided that this must be a further invitation to the area he stepped into.

"Yes, of course."

So answer immediately.

"Really, hmm"

Hearing John's answer, Darrow put his hand on his chin and thought in.

He then asked questions with the kind of eyes he would explore.

"For that, even if I may not be able to return to the country, is it?

So I cut the words and turned around and turned back.

"Now, you can still reconsider. Think about it."

Even so, John = Old Master has only one answer.

"Don't you need to think about it? Let's get this straight. I'd like to meet with people we call interracial."

At the same time as the words, a dozen men surrounded John. I have something like a stick in my hand.

"Can you prove that you are not between the empires of Shouro?

Apparently, we've been sniffing around the Imperial Shouro so far.

"... you can't. Probably because no matter what you say, you won't be completely trusted. Conversely, how can you trust me?

This is the division, and John Old decided to look forward to negotiations.

"... If you're not one of them, could you look at this?

In response to John's words, Darrow took a rainbow color out of his pocket...... no, a demonic crystal (Magi Crystal) shining in a jade insect color.

Naturally flashing light. Old man immediately assumed that he was a hypnotic magic guide. However, the effect is very weak and cannot be placed in permanent hypnosis.

……

Old man, on the basis of his knowledge, decided to let John Diney pretend to have fallen into hypnosis.

Weakness and create a look that is out of focus for your eyes.

"... answer the question. What's your name?

"... John Diney"

"Where are you from?

"... Kingdom of Egerea"

This is a predetermined setting. Because it would not be strange for a country that is not an Imperial Shouro to have some suspicion about its actions and knowledge.

"What brings you so far?

"... because I wanted to see the unknown"

"Are you an agent?

"... Who is an agent? I don't know."

This was the most dangerous answer. Because there are no comparative examples of how much thinking power you will have in hypnosis.

but he didn't have a problem with that answer.

"What do you know about interracial?

"... I was west of Harihari Desert, and in the past, I heard they were after the Shawlo Empire"

"What about your family?

"... not here"

"You don't have to be able to go back to your country?

"... I don't mind"

These questions were repeated for about ten minutes, and John was found to be fine.

"If I slap my hand with one, two, three, I wake up. I have forgotten the question so far.... one, two, three"

Darrow slapped his hand, and John pretended to wake up.