Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

The guild was right near the inn.

5 minutes walk.

It's not an exaggeration to say it's the end of the eye and nose.

Well, since the inn is in the heart of the city or the most flourishing place, is it natural to have some density of facilities?

"Da...... Dana, are you running errands on the building there for a second?

He is as much a boy as he was earlier.

When we walked out toward the Alliance, we turned around in a grumpy way.

By the way, the guild is across from the Inn Square. It can be right around the corner.

It's not such a big city, so I guess the major facilities are gathered in the center.

"That's right. Let me ask you the way."

When I answered that, the boy obviously looked "bad".

It's the one that gets on my face. You should wear more poker faces.

"Oh, yeah. It's none of my business! See you tomorrow!

The boy who runs away saying so.

Maybe this won't show up again tomorrow. Is this where you end up with him?

I wonder how much the Alliance doesn't want me to see.

Lucraella's guild was a lot different from Eliche's.

The first thing I'm surprised about is its ground floor area, which is about 100 tsubos.

Seems to be divided into several compartments and does a lot of things besides general administrative tasks.

The entrance is also like a general entrance and a vendor entrance, and is it bringing in minerals picked in the mountains, or the ore is packed and placed in bags in the corners.

At the table near the entrance, the men in thin, dirty clothes indifferently choose what looks like ore.

Plus...

"Oh, isn't that an elf over there?

There was an elf in the guild. He's wearing cleric clothes.

That means I'm the first Elf priest to see anything but a cleric.

He cuts his flax hair short and reveals long ears of the Sakaho type. Unlike the elf at Efta, which was long hair, he is a man of mine specifications or a slightly wild elf. Well, you must be handsome, but I wonder if elves are all beautifully shaped. If you go inside the elves, are some of them busy......

But, well, I don't care if it's with a man elf.

If it was a woman's elf, it would have been a crane to sweep away in a mining district like this.

If you look closely, you can see a small altar in the back.

They are smaller in size, but they are in the same style as they are in the temple of Eliche.

... If so, do you have a temple and guild co-located or rented?

"What do we do? Deanna, you're one of them, and you want to say hello?

I don't know much about homogeneity in this world, but elves are rare.

Maybe, "Hey, where are you?" Or maybe you want to talk about it. Talk about the local (inside the elves) and get excited or something.

But "I don't need it," Deanna said.

I won't take you much. Deanna is a princess, so maybe she's like, "Come say hello" from the other side. At first, the clergyman was eating the call.

But you're a cleric. I wonder if one person is bound to reside in every city. I said there are fewer elves, so there's a lot of work to do to give blessings and unlock the special power of spiritual stones. At least, I guess I need about one in the city. Instead, it might be so miraculous that a city the size of Eliche is surrounded by one cleric.

Cleric. Cleric......

Hmm...?

Speaking of clerics, you seem to have forgotten something...?

What was that? Would you have run errands on the clergy? At least, there shouldn't be anything else for the clergy here.

Or is it Deanna-related?

"Ah! Yes! I remember!"

"What's the matter? Your husband. All of a sudden, out loud."

"What's wrong, Deanna? The other day, when the bear was defeated, what happened to the clergyman when the class change said it was a class up? Actually, it's like 'Let's Class Up'. There's also guidance out there. I totally forgot about the trip, but you said you were gonna do something about it."

"Ugh... I don't have to remind you of anything at this time..."

"No, I totally forgot. The priest there looked and remembered."

Yes, they do. Class up.

"That's what you call a class up, isn't it? You mean the vocation takes you to the next level, right?

That's what happened to games a lot, so I get it. I know that.

But it's unclear which vocation will class up. How come I have 8 vocations (9 if I put in a unique job)?

Based on the timing of your guidance, I think you're a swordsman.

The battle with the bear must have been the trigger.

"Your husband, you know things. Few humans can overlay drills enough to change classes, and they should be little known."

"Then do it even faster. Whatever."

"Uh... Since I left! Let's do it when we get home! We need a lot of preparation here, too."

Deanna answers like she panicked. Is it true, it's suspicious?

But it's also true that it doesn't mean we're actually in a hurry.

When I get home, that's okay.

All right, let's do that and get down to business.

Speak up to the guilders and ask for the location of the Dwarf Blacksmith's workshop where they asked Meeker Chamber of Commerce's Oyaji to write a reference.

The place was easy to tell me. But he still stabbed the nail, "My parents won't hit me at first glance, over there," he said. That even an introduction would be difficult. However, the blacksmith is also a business. Apprentice would strike me.

Well, even an apprentice wouldn't have a bad arm, and worst of all, it doesn't have to be a parent hit piece. I don't like stubborn jerks. I'm not a better pusher myself. Well, what a fuzzy, gutty dwarf. Normally scared.

When I asked where the blacksmith was, I finally decided to ask him about the item I bought from the boy.

"... different story, do you know about this metal?

Take a few grains out of the bag, trying to be quick to ask the guilder.

Regardless, it is the white metal grain I bought from the boy earlier.

The guilder answered sarah at first glance at the metal and without changing his expression.

"It's Shiro, right? What's wrong with so many?

Shilo? That's a name like a dog or a cat.

In the mirror of truth there was no such thing as a "Lecia Metal group"......

Is that like a common name?

Before I tell you what's going on, the guilder changes his complexion as sassy as he thinks of something, tries to get himself out of the counter and asks in a whisper.

"- A little... on the road there, wasn't it bought from a child...?

Was the boy a celebrity?

Or is it a common M.O. in this area?

"Discover. After all, it was common around here."

"How much was it bought for?

"One silver coin, right? In one bag."

"Ooh...... I'm sorry. We're just not loosely managed..."

A guilder with his head down.

It's a bit of an unexpected development. Are you an Alliance official?

"No, he's... he's called Marco, but he's on a contract with us to collect sand."

Heh. It's a mining district, but are you even picking sand?

"You can take some sand, right? Could you pick it in the river?

You saw it on TV before. The river around South America, like a basket, takes soil in the river, and if you shake it, only heavy gold of specific gravity remains or something.

Even when I was at the Black Chamber of Commerce, I used to handle gold, but I don't know much about sand gold.

Speaking of which, when I saw this metal in the mirror of truth, I also managed to get out "from the Luke River" or something. I wonder if it is the Luck River because it is the river of Lucraela.

"Yes. So Shiro is the grain you can pick then... No, it would be quicker to see the real thing"

The guilder guides you to a painting in the guild.

Dirty dressed men are making sure they stick to the table and pick something out. It's a table near the entrance.

"What they're sorting out is, you know, the same metal as that, the bought silo"

Alliance member who explains it as he says it. I don't think he needs to feel responsible. In a world like this, he may be a rare and highly responsible man.

The men who work enthusiastically, I see, do all have the same tenacity for burnt skin as the boys earlier - Marco.

The work seems to be sorted by fingertips, staring at just about a millimeter of fine grains on a black ledge.

Gold or loess grains would be sand gold.

Even large objects are about 5mm. The smaller ones are really less than a millimeter.

They sort it out and the white grain, that is, the same white metal grain I bought from Marco. It's going to make my eyes look bad.

It's a distracting task, but I guess I can't take that much sand or anything, so it doesn't seem to take hours. Still, it must be a nasty task.

"Shiro really got mixed up with the sand. After we collect the sand, we sort it out. This is what's taking so much effort, and we're worried about our heads."

Hmm. I see.

Because it's close to gold and specific gravity, so we'll stay together.

The amount of silo mixed will be less than 10% of the total, but can't you just use it as mixed?

If you want to use it for goldsmiths, gold coins are pure gold.

"So how are you doing with that shiro? No, what's a silo in the first place? What's the use?"

Ask questions one after the other.

Well, seeing as Marco had all that mass, I guess there's no use for it. If there is, you don't have to sell it fraudulently on the street like that.

The mirror of truth came out with a variety of uses, and there was something about the river that could be used without refining... I wonder.

"Huh? No...... Well, I'm sorry they bought it in bulk, but Shiro can't really melt it... The shrine doesn't convey the magic of refinement.

"In other words?"

"As it stands, nothing"

"What do you mean, you're throwing it away?

"Will it..."

Are you throwing it away?

Don't be too different from your assessment in the mirror of truth.

There were a variety of uses, and there was a rarity A.

Well, there's nothing I can do about metal that can't be dissolved.

I don't suppose there's any use for this grain condition...

But I don't know what it means to not melt it.

I have no idea about chemistry or anything, but the one with the high melting point?

But it may be the gospel to me that the status quo is useless and worthless.

I'm the only one who actually knows there's a use for it in Rarity A, and if you keep it for one day... Nothing, even if you can't discover how to use it, if it's as good as free, you won't lose it.

"No, I'm really sorry. I will also give strict guidance to Marco as an Alliance side. I'm a good sand collector and a family thinker..."

"Oh, no. I know half of it, and I bought it."

Blah, blah, blah. A piece of silver isn't even a lot of money.

If I just found out there was this kind of metal, and I thought I paid it as an amount of information, it could have been a better buy.

"So you're throwing this shilo away in one place or another? If you still have it, I'd like it."

"Huh! What do you use it for?

"... I was wondering if it would be just right for the weight"

I lied appropriately.

Heavy metals have a sense of ownership.

"Heavy......? No, I'm sorry. Shiro didn't even buy it in the guild, it's not here."

"What. Bye..."

I turned a blind eye to the men who would do the sorting.

"Right. They should be disposing of it themselves."

Wow.

The guys, I don't know how many sand pickers there are in total, but collecting them would be pretty annoying if they were to dispose of them independently.

Hmmm......

Well, okay.

If it's anything, you can keep your voice on the guild and ask them to represent you in the buyout, but it's not even that much bee.

Marco said he still had it, and in the meantime, I decided to buy all of his stuff out, and should I think about the rest?

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It was almost simultaneously that we tried to leave the guild and that a large quantity of minerals was brought into a space where the guild's simple temple was located.

Ore loaded on a luggage truck. Sounds more or less like the same stone, but quite a bit. For 5 cars in luggage. I'm not sure how much it weighs, but what are you going to do with bringing that stone to a place like this?

The men who brought in the stones and the guilders neatly pile up different sizes and sizes of ore. Cleric looking at the state of it. What the hell does it mean to start?

In the space in front of the altar, large quantities of ore were piled up.

The guilders get used to it, driving the wild horses away and surrounding them with rope.

Inside the enclosure, only clerics remain, exchanging words with guilders.

I questioned a merchant-like man who was nearby.

"What is it, this? What's going on?

"Hmm? Are you new to Lucraella? It's a magical silver refining."

"Refining?"

Refining is in the guild.

No, the guilder just said something about the refining magic of the shrine.

"In Mount Lucraella, you can pick Mithril Ore. Sometimes, once you've accumulated a certain number, you refine it here."

"Really...... But why refine all that at once? That's a lot."

It's a little mountain. Even if that is the ore from which Mithril is based, it is too much.

No, or does that mean we can finally extract a tiny bit of metal from all that ore? If that's the case, I can snort that Mithril is expensive.

"Look at that."

When I saw the man squeaking his jaw, the guilder was about to come back with a small box from the back room.

Then, he takes the green stone out of the box and hands it to the clergyman respectfully. He bows his head.

"Is that a spirit stone?"

"That's the answer I just gave you. You need spiritual stones to refine magical silver, so refine the limit of refining at once."

I see. Sure, it would be more efficient to refine it at once if you were to use spiritual stones.

A priest who receives the Spirit Stone places the Spirit Stone over his right hand and stands in front of the Mithril Ore.

Apparently, he starts refining and doing it.

The cleric whispers something when he bumps.

So is the cleric, and so is Deanna, but that bump and whining sounds like a spiritual magic chant.

Spirit stones become light particles that glow pale and drift around the clergy, as they react to the clergy's whining. And that particle, along with the cleric's spell, is sucked into the misrill ore.

At the same time that all particles are sucked in, the ore shines strong and unexpectedly closes its eyes.

When I opened my eyes, there was a Doya face cleric and a plank-shaped misrill silver plate.

Wow, are you serious?

That's Spirit Magic, whether magic is amazing or the system in this world is amazing, Mithril is in a state where it seems like it can be used as a product as it is anymore, as opposed to refining.

Is there about 100 metal plates that shine and shine blue and white, about 5mm thick? Size is about the same as tatami. If this much can be refined with one spiritual stone, it would be quite a bargain.

It's magic in the true sense that it flies intermediate from the material and goes into this state!

Refining, I mean, it's more of another nanica. This is...

"Awesome! Spirit, magic, all-powerful."

"It's amazing indeed. It's pretty advanced magic."

"Heh. Can't you even use it for Deanna?

"You can't do it with me right now. If you don't, you can't use magic you don't know."

"You know what?"

Indeed, the magic used by Deanna so far may not have been very complicated. I healed my wounds with spiritual stones, but I forcibly rewound my time (which is amazing).

Everyone but me was surprised that he didn't seem to know how to make Mithrills was this way, except for Mr. Rebecca. Well, you don't know how to make materials unless you want to know something special.

It's like most people in Japan don't really know how to make plastic.

But it's a bit of a shock that the way Mithril was made was literally from magic.

Even if I can make all that at once, I have to use the Spirit Stone, so I can snort it higher. The original ore can be picked well on the contrary, perhaps it is commonplace.

Hey. I could just see this, but this trip could have been a success.

Mithrilled - Mithrilled - and excited and cold, we went out of the guild again.

Next up is Dwarf Blacksmith.