Magic Gems Gourmet

"That's hard."

And Shearling, who had just moved his stronghold to Wang Du.

In the middle of the night workshop, he roared in front of the living room armor material.

Whether you're a blacksmith with as much skill as he does, it's actually the first time you've had this kind of material before - no, this isn't exactly the first time, but you've never had any experience processing it.

There is no scratching to wave the proud hammer, and there is no appearance of dents.

What's going on?

An arm-wrapped shearling tells his disciple, Emmeh.

"Even a little tea. - Ah?

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A blue muscle floated on Shearling's face when he saw his disciple lying down against his desk.

I would leave the sleeping look that seems pleasant, if it were usual.

"Tenmei...... I told you I was up all night today! Hey, get up!

"Mm, whoa!? Is it rice!?

"If you're a yakitori, I'm not stopping you!

"Ha, when I get angry, I say Sugu Yakitori Yakitori! I ask the other way around, but I think it will taste good!?

"Ah? Ooh, you look yummy with all your muscles if you ask me!

"- That doesn't bother me."

After these exchanges, Ememme realized what Shearling was looking for.

I prepared tea for two soon enough, either to make it a long-standing relationship.

"Progress looks... tough"

"It's so hard on you."

"Wow, you're not even dimpled by the idiotic power of your master"

"Right?

When Ememme taps the material with his fingers, the dry sound of a metal cane, a cane, echoes into the workshop.

"It feels right to stretch as you sharpen it with something sharper?

"Ouch. But it's not that sharp."

"Ahhh..."

Then Ememme flies around the workshop, even if he is in a bad mood.

Unfortunately, there is no such sharp thing.

Some of them are blades I've made up to today or something, but unfortunately, that didn't scratch one on the material. Assuming Shearling was also highly skilled as a swordsman, he would have easily scratched it......

"May I ask the marshals?

"I didn't say stupid. If you do, you'll be disqualified as a blacksmith."

"But I don't have a choice..."

"Sure, there's no choice, but there's still room for delivery. In the first place, I think I can do a better sword with my own hands. I don't want to leave this material to anyone but me."

"... that's hard - hey, wow!?

Ememme, who was fluffy and drifting, accidentally fell.

I was stuck on the floor with material from a giant demon.

"Wow, you're flying, but you're flying."

"Ko, it's bad that this material is too big! What is it!? Is sea dragon material too disturbing!?

"It's the material that you'll have for one carriage in a kilometer, don't break it. - Hmm?

Shearton stood up as if he noticed something.

Going next to the fallen Ememme, he turns his attention to the material of the sea dragon he had placed on the ground.

Well, this is a sea dragon fang.

The tip is sharp and strong, the strength as a material beats anything and is full of demons worthy of national disaster.

"Come to think of it, you can't break it."

"Shit... you didn't come to worry about me, did you?

"If you were my apprentice, you wouldn't be hurt by this."

"Wow - that's prejudicial. Look at this. Look at this cheek."

"Wipe it with this, just a few more minutes."

"… yes"

Ememme, who received a towel that was handed to him abusively, wipes the dirt with a sense of kindness of shearling.

Shearling on the other hand, but mostly took Marco's material. Then he takes it all the way to the sea dragon's fangs and puts it up on its tip and waves down the hammer.

"Olah!"

Prestigiously waved down hammer.

Marco's material was also sandwiched in the sea dragon's fangs, finally creating a small dent.

"No, I don't think so."

But don't get me wrong.

The effect of the sea dragon's fangs is there, but it is only with shearling technology.

His hammer judgment is actually delicate, seemingly at the mercy of power.

Ememme, who was watching what was happening nearby, accidentally leaks an "ooh" and an exclamation.

"Hey, Emmett, if you get some rest, it's the furnace."

"Rika! What about the output?

"Punch in the stone of evil. If it's not enough, you can have it carried to the Augusto Chamber of Commerce."

"... don't hesitate, okay?

"I'm not saying anything stupid. The sword you can do is not just a sword. It's a sword held by a hero and the famous Prince Wang, and it's a legendary sword."

On the contrary, shearling is disrespectful.

Don't be proud of your chest plate when it comes to creating the best sword with just the right mass against the obvious technology! I slapped him.

"I'll stretch it all at once. It'll be over in three days."

And then...

The material was first tapped and stretched and tidied.

Shearling's thick, successful arm stopped moving after a full two days. Ememme was in charge of the continuation, and Shearton gave her instructions as she watched the material put in the furnace.

Three full days after the declaration, the two lie on the ground at the same time as the machining ends.

"Shizuku... Rice..."

"The Augusto Chamber of Commerce is almost here... you can ask for dinner at last..."

"I want some grilled chicken"

"When you're tired like an idiot, don't try to get stuck..."

In the end, the two let go of consciousness before the Augusto Chamber of Commerce came.

By the way, it was Dill who took my leg after that. He was going to take the castle knight on his feet and make sure he made progress.

"Di, Dill Escort Officer"

"... Looks like the Demon Stone Furnace just stopped working. Plus the material there, maybe you two were showing our unimaginable business."

When he says that, he laughs all the time, pressing his index finger against his lips.

"Quiet."

And I cared about the two of them in the workshop.

"This warmth would make it hot to hang a blanket. You're falling so comfortably, I want to avoid lifting your body and waking you up - so"

"What do you want to do?

"Use this gold coin and ask for a meal."

"Oh, not at the personal expense of Lord Dill's escort."

"I don't mind."

I want to reward you for working hard enough to fall from fatigue.

If that's for Ain, it's even more joy from Dill.

"This is a tribute to the joy I have gained. All will be paid separately by the royal family, but I wanted to thank you personally."

Dill, who left the workshop, also spilled a sunny grin like the two of them inside.

The sword will be ready soon.

Looking forward to the day, I was delighted with the progress made so far.