After I bought the paint safely, I went back to the inn.
At the inn dining room, we had a brief dinner of soup and bread.
The soup was oddly thick but resembled corn soup.
I've never seen corn in this world, but there seems to be one.
Although it is possible that something similar is not.
When I get into my room, I sit on my back in bed.
Meir dived right behind me.
Lie still on the bed. It was a smooth move.
... Over here, I was going to make it my bed.
Well, should I back off when I go to bed?
"Is the bed that rare"
"Well, I already am! Always, because Mere was the only cloth on the floor!
I blush.
You can say that lightly, but that's pretty lame.
I use the magic of the wind to cut some out of the branches of the world tree.
Shape it with a wooden carving knife, then carve the procedure.
"What are you doing, Abel?
Meir doesn't wake up, she looks at me with only her face up.
"The knife I have is made to echo the magic of a tree in the vicinity of the Marlen settlement. In order to make oatems in the world tree, we need to rebuild them to fit the world tree"
It is possible, of course, if it is enough to shape and engrave the letters a little like this, but if it is to engrave the oatem, it will run out of strength.
Otem also requires precision.
Don't let your strength carve you up.
So we need to make it from a wooden carving knife.
A knife pattern made of world trees was created.
Quickly use luxury paint and apply to each and every part.
The existing wood-carved knife was scattered and the blade part was removed and incorporated into a knife pattern made of world trees.
Securely insert and secure the fasteners.
Now you can make a wooden knife (for the world tree).
This would allow us to sever trees of all sorts of magic.
Because of the high magic of the pattern, it was able to have various additive abilities.
If I had just carved this far into a tree, I would have destroyed it immediately.
This alone should be treated as expensive magic equipment there.
Although I can't get a little bit of a bargain where the key blade part is going out in the Marlen settlement.
I scratched the wood chips and threw them in the trash.
Then hold the branches of the world tree.
"Well, hey, I'm gonna go outside and carve an autoem"
"Eh! Isn't it a good day already? We talked about getting some rest."
Meir wakes up and holds her pillow.
"Tomorrow's inn bill, you don't have any more left, do you?
"He said that if the rank of the inn was lowered, the next two days or so would be fine. Rest tight and work hard tomorrow!
"No, but..."
"What did you take the inn for if you didn't sleep? I don't have any body, see?"
As for myself being paid for the inn, it's hard when they say it.
Once I pretend I lay down in bed and sneak away the blanket in anticipation of Meir sleeping.
Take a sip of Abel Drink and blow your sleepiness.
He went outside the inn with a wooden carving knife and branches of a world tree.
There was a big stone, so I sit there and carve out the branches of the world tree.
Every time I put in a blade, I feel awesome magic. Is this the power of the world tree?
Looks like it would be worth a try.
I stopped working and went back to my room, grabbed the paper and feather pen and went outside.
Redraw the blueprints on the paper and arrange the candidates for the carving ceremony sideways.
When the sun came up, the Autem was complete.
It is a dish made from world trees and made from luxury paint at all costs.
Excellent manipulation and a wide variety of boundaries can also be established.
It's a good place to pick up an autoem I've made before.
Besides, you don't have to bother carrying it, you can always transfer it to hand using the magic team.
Originally the magic of metastasis drains a vast amount of magic proportional to the squares of distance.
Apparently, however, the world tree has the power to reduce the loss of magic caused by metastatic magic.
It was worth a lot of trying.
That's what I read in the book that some of the warcraft living around the world tree can handle metastatic magic.
Maybe it has something to do with the nature of the world tree.
I grabbed the oatem and went back to my room.
Remove the key from the pocket and open the door.
"Meir, Meir! Look at this! The World Tree Ortem is complete!
"Oh, I'm back. I knew you were out there."
Meir says as relieved.
"Hey, no, I caught my eye a little early in the morning."
"No, I'm already, Meir, I'm really surprised. When I woke up in the morning, I couldn't find it anywhere, and Abel's cherished world tree and knife were no longer set, so I thought I'd run away at night thinking I couldn't pay my debts..."
I just don't remember falling that far into the animals.
"Look, you oatem. If you're a Marlen, it's a delicacy you want as much as you can get your hands out of your throat."
Definitely my greatest masterpiece of all time.
"I'm not sure about Meir...... that, what can you use it for?
"We need a pretty precise operation, but if we can control it, we can use it for anything. If only we could give precise instructions, we could fight the Warcraft."
"Ko, can this wood-carved doll fight the Warcraft?
"Oh, I can tack, blow fire, whatever, avoiding attacks"
"Blowing fire!? Hey, I can't imagine..."
"We use good paint, so we should have little more degradation. After that, you can find a magician to buy this slowly while you manage to eat and connect... Fine, to make money..."
I stare at the oatem in my hand.
For the sake of life, I have to let go of this autem.
I thought about selling it out for a moment and then transferring it to hand, but that would be just not a good idea.
The back of my chest gets hot.
At least, I hope it's in the hands of someone who'll take care of it.
Glad I didn't give it a name.
The more attachment you get, the sadder your breakup is.
"If it's that hard, you don't have to let it go, do you? Nothing like that, Meir doesn't want it to be paid back in a hurry, and Abel said she wanted it to be in the form of debt..."
"I'm just satisfied that this was carved... If someone who understands the value of it will use it, no more, no more..."
"Well, it's not convincing to look at me like that."
I look so harsh.
Now I feel like I'm going to know how my parents feel when my daughter, who I've raised by hand salt, marries a stranger.
"I could use all that amazing magic, so I said I had some way to make money! and let's put that down for now! Because you don't have to look so sad! Look, look, cheer up!
"... I'm glad it feels, but if I'm sweet here, I feel like I'm going to slip away for the rest of my life"
"Don't look at me like that!