Shella turns her gaze toward Mr. Smith's neck at my request to see if she can break her collar.
"It's easy if you just want to break it, but don't hurt the elves..."
"Yeah. It's more of a top priority not to hurt Mr. Elf."
Shella's power would not be enough to break an iron collar, but it would mean nothing if Mr. Elf's neck was lifted together.
She looked at me snorting, and Shella glanced at Mr. Smict's neck and gently touched him with her hand.
That's just a little nervous, but Mr. Smick, who doesn't know who Shella is, doesn't look scared, but he does.
"... fine. And brittle. I don't have to force myself to break it. You could have killed this by accident."
... Exactly, my spine is a bit zombie.
Of course Shella would just be telling her honest thoughts, and Shella's neck, which looked like a girl, would be thinner if it was just thin, but the intensity would literally be different digits.
But I thought Shella might, but would this be difficult?
By comparison in humans, it is probably as delicate a task as the moulding out of the edges.
And maybe Shella's not very clever.
... When I can't get Shella to break it, I stay here for a few days and look for the screw owner.
Threaten the dragon. How many days does it take to pinpoint people who are hiding?
That city was pretty big...
You'll have to think about asking Eina to stop the march, or you can go ahead with the plan without me. As for getting in touch with Kutl......
When I started thinking about the unforeseen situation, I guess I was listening to Shella, the pharmacist came in and uttered words.
"... could you let me do my assistant? I'm still going to be more familiar with how my body works than the crowd. If you don't put your strength in the wrong direction, you should be able to break only the collar without damaging your body."
A pharmacist who takes his eyes so seriously and asks for it. Perhaps on this occasion, someone more heartbroken by the current situation of the elves than anyone else.
"... Shella, no problem?
Don't worry about it.
"Yeah. Then pharmacist, please"
The story quickly came together, and the pharmacist sat down beside Mr. Smict and put his hand on the collar, and began to look into it.
"-!"
Mr. Smict gave a painful, painful groan for a moment, but he held his eyes shut and endured.
"... All right, here. The back of the neck is relatively shallow to devour, so try to pinch the collar in this area with your fingertips and slowly follow the collar curve. Gently apply your strength."
"Uhm, come on"
A pharmacist who seems to have found a place that might break the collar tells Shella in detail.
I'm a tame-mouthed pharmacist, but it's a tribute to Sheila.... Well, I know how you feel.
Shella follows the pharmacist's instructions and pinches the collar with her fingertips, slowly applying force.
Meanwhile, the pharmacist makes his eyes look like a plate and speaks out watching it carefully.
"Slowly, slowly... A little more horizontal force...... - Is it painful? Excuse me, just bear with me..."
If a force is applied to the collar and it deforms, the neck will probably be compressed. Mr. Smict's expression is distorted by distress, but the pharmacist carefully directs Shella while continuing her work.
"... bakih!
"- Okay! Keep going, little by little, apply more force than you feel forward..."
At last, the collar sounds broken.
But the pharmacist was not distracted, and after a while of guiding, the collar made of iron and wood made another loud noise. It broke in two.
"Gee ho! Goe ho!
It just didn't seem to be no damage, and Mr. Smict nods by holding his liberated neck. The pharmacist rushed to examine the collar marks.
"... it's okay, it's about a light stroke. Apply your medicine and you'll recover in a few days."
I breathe relief in that word, too.
"... Lord Lord (or which) wanted this?
Shella offers a collar in two, strangely, but not so.
Even using hammers and fleas, a collar so sturdy that it can't be broken without tapping a particular spot.
I guess Shella, who has such overwhelming power to pinch it at her fingertips and pull it off a thousand times, doesn't even think that this iron ring is a demon tool that binds (damn) freedom by the time it's hopeless.
Nevertheless, it is very great that a way was established to break the collar even without screws.
In the meantime, thank you and ask that the other 29 collars be broken in the same way. I told Shella, "That was a hassle. Uh, I want something delicious... 'and I promise to reward you by being deliberately demanded, and I ask you to be discreet and break the rest of the collar.
In the end, while breaking the collar of 30 people, there were eight light hits and six people with pieces stabbed and wounded, all of which would heal in a few days with minor injuries.
Except for Mr. Smict, he has a more puzzling look than joy at the collar being removed, so maybe they're ranch-born elves who don't know freedom.
There are a lot of things that I think are going on, but for now, let's just say it's easier for me to breathe.
The pharmacist who is medicating his body and wounds also reminds him of when his collar came off, or is he purely happy to free his people, a little tearful.
It was late at night that all the work was done, and Elves, including Mr. Smict, decided to eat and rest as they were, in order to restore their health.
My sister was so full of food for the elves that she decided to offer my blood and ask the pharmacist to drain about 100 milliliters.
"... thank you so much for today. You're the only one who can help me."
A pharmacist speaks potpourri as he prepares to drain blood.
"No, I'm not a big deal. It turned out to be about the pharmacists and Sheila."
"... if you cut only Shang Cheng (accidentally) Mi, you're right, but you wouldn't have gotten that dragon's help without you, and you couldn't have done what you did today without that power. Besides, if you hadn't helped me in the first place, I wouldn't be here right now. Let me thank you again..."
That's what the pharmacist says, bowing his head as he prepares the syringe.
"No, I don't. Even I asked the pharmacist to help my sister, and Lynne owes me a big favor. And Mr. Sulkto... the pharmacist would have seen it, wouldn't he?
"... oh. But that's not your responsibility."
"I don't think so. You relied on me, you trusted me, and you came from far away. That's also at the expense of my own life...... I think I'm responsible for honoring my promise to Mr. Sulkto. I put my sister in front of me today and I got a little rocked by what I prioritized..."
"... right"
In my words, the pharmacist smiles happily (cheeks) and says no and stabs the needle in the syringe.
I can barely feel any pain in my arm, and they drain about 100 milliliters of blood and treat me to the needle hole.
... I guess it was deliberate that they failed five times last time and they all hurt pretty bad.
My mouth is a good word for disaster.
The blood drained is not diluted or processed candied, and is provided to Shella in a glass as is.
They say it's very tasty (hey) for Shella as much as it is alongside her sister's dishes, and it also seems to have the effect of improving her abilities, which makes her very happy.
It makes me feel a little subtle to be drinking my own blood deliciously, though.
The glass you are putting blood on was made for you by Elf, who is good at soil processing and is durable and hard to crack on top of being transparent and clean (clean). Let Mr. Listella tell you it's a very luxury item, but no matter how sturdy it is, if you tap it on something hard, it'll break, so there won't be a single one before the dragon's grip.
Yet Shella is usually delighted to taste the blood inside, sipping the chicken to lick it off.
"Hey Shella. I think Shella's power would make it as easy to grip that glass, but are you okay with using it?
"Mm, it's obvious. The Lord and the bones of eggs and sheep are easy to grip, but when you hold them normally, you add or subtract nature and strength, right? Just like that."
... I can't grip a sheep's bones anyway, but I know what you're talking about.
I suppose that's the feeling, unconsciously holding it softly when you have soft objects.
The standard was just completely different, and the fundamental part was that neither we nor the Enchanted Dragon would change, but I saw Shella speaking blood happily...
7 Aug 426 Continental Calendar
36.2% Continental Unity Progress at the moment (Owned by Parklen Mine - Owns the Great Forest Zone of the former Kingdom of Markham and the former Idra Empire - Owns the Great Wetlands Zone of the former Kingdom of Siddhar - Strong influence over the Kingdom of Parklen, which dominates the western half of the continent - Secures land for orphans (Koji) in the eastern part of the former Kingdom of Siddhar)
832,548 total emancipated elves
Breakdown 159,019 people in mines 532,879 people in 4603 villages in the Great Forest Elves 139,596 marsh elves (some in turn migrating to the Great Wetlands) in protection at the Listella Chamber of Commerce 24,148 orphans
Asset holdings 21,140.1 million
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Lynne (Elf Archer)
Linea (Class B Adventurer)
Lena (Elf's Textile Artisan)
Ceres (Elf's Woodworker)
Listella (hired chairman of the Chamber of Commerce)
Lucrea (Elf's Pharmacist)
Nina (next king candidate)
Eina (King of the Kingdom of Parklen)
Kutl (Fairy)
Shella (Enchanted Dragon)