"I can't. It wasn't in this shape that heat could be used efficiently in the furnace."
"The making is sweet. Not yet."
"What is it, Lord Ars? It's too early to go to bed. The awkward keep the lights on so you can produce them at will."
"You're now critical to the first point. Then we're going to install something a little bigger."
"We should make it better. Then, even if it can be used, it will not last long."
"I hope so. Would this be practicable somehow? Then let's go next. I'm going to make a pretzel."
"At all, what does Lord Ars not know? It's not just the furnace, it's the blacksmith."
"May I, Lord Ars? If the furnace is set on fire, the temperature will not rise unless the wind blows in. That's why I need you to send the wind."
"Do I have nothing to do with this because I make it out of wood? What are you talking about? You wouldn't even get a good weapon or anything like that. Come on, let's make it together."
"That's good. This is good. It is still a work of art from the forge yard on the newly created pretzels in conjunction with the furnace. Lord Ars would agree. Look, keep your eyes open and take a good look."
"That's it? What are you saying? It's not over yet. I need something else."
"All you need for a blacksmith is a furnace, but you can't fool around with fuel coming to the furnace. It makes sense that you can't have something bad to burn."
"That's right. It's not just that you should try to put firewood on the incineration. You have to make charcoal."
"Will you build the furnace again, is it? Of course, Lord Ars. Absolutely necessary."
"This village is such a waste. It has vast forests and abundant wood. There was not a single person who could make fine charcoal because it was"
"May I, Lord Ars? The secret to creating charcoal lies in blocking the air."
"Firewood is ash when it burns. But what happens when you seal it and shut off the air. The tree burns without being ashed."
"The better the charcoal, the easier it is to use. But we don't need such good things in this village."
"I suppose so. Hasn't Lord Ars come to understand more and more? If not, I'll make it myself. That's the maker."
"Awkward people have traveled all over the place, too. I don't need what I need, and I often cry. But you can't cry about what you make."
"Why are you traveling without staying in one place?... a lot of things."
"Oh, no, Lord Ars. I can't keep it airtight without doing this there. I don't mind talking, but don't let it get out of your hands."
"Yeah, yeah. Sounds good. This will make good charcoal."
"Come on, it's a fire. What? You haven't slept properly in days? It's okay. That's how people die."
"It's more of a fire than that. It's the first thing that matters. What, if you do as the awkward instruct, there will be no failure."
"Didn't you tell the awkward to do it? But isn't it you, Lord Ars, who makes this furnace and wants weapons? If so, what do you do without having the temper to do it to the end?"
"Come on, you have to do it fast. Oh, you can't treat me so cluttered. I'll lend it to you. Okay, here's what we're gonna do."
"Um, it's a brilliant furnace. Isn't the warm fire filling the room? Hot? It's still the beginning."
"Come on, next time, we're finally turning the big pig's fangs into weapons. Take a good look. These fangs can be quite a weapon just to grind. But further combined here with the catalyst..."
"Where are we going, Lord Ars? We're still in the middle of an explanation. Ah, where!!!
Dumb ass!
I spent most of my sleep building Gran's equipment to build weapons.
That guy is crazy.
Maybe he was getting a flying look at the screws on the creator's head making things.
Can we hang out any longer anyway?
I shook Gran's hand off and ran back to bed.