Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

Even though I was supposed to have fun and fun hunting down Golden in the Blacksmith's Guild, the flow has changed since the arrival of the Guildmaster, and I started moving in a different direction than I wanted. Mel's kindness and seriousness seem to have taken a bad turn for me.

You can do whatever you want.

As Mel requested, he summoned Nomos and asked Silphy to explain the situation to him, and Nomos gave him permission to be curious.

No, you're not interested, or you don't feel like you need to hide your knowledge, which is normal for Nomos?

I think this part that is not full of greed is the difference between spirits and humans. Except for the liquor...

(Mel, Nomos says you can do whatever you want.)

Squatting down and telling Mel that Nomos' permission had been given, he nodded with great relief.

Maybe I was scared of my behavior after I didn't get permission.

(But Mel, can you do it right in front of everyone? You don't make it normally, you have to think about the amount of it, and you also need to chant and move it?)

Chanting and motion are easy to deceive, but we need to pay close attention to the amount. Otherwise, he'll know he lied to the king.

(Um, chanting is okay because I dive into the labyrinth with Uns-chan. Amount...... Is it okay to make one and pretend to be tired?)

I see, Mel was diving into the labyrinth with the others. It would be misleading to say that you can't build a lot due to fatigue.

(Yeah, that's okay.)

When I finish talking to Mel in confidence and get up, the eyes in the Blacksmith's Guild will concentrate on me. Well, it's only natural because we were talking in secret at the center of the disturbance.

If Sylphy hadn't blocked the sound, I think someone would have overheard him hiding his voice.

“I disagreed, but Mel persuaded me to train Damascus publicly.”

My words add to the clutter in the guild. People I never escaped when I said things like dust and noise, and they must be so curious about the degenerate version of Damascus.

There was a man who escaped when I summoned Nomos, but he might have felt a little sorry for me. I think I was frightened because I had the talent of a spirit magician and a huge sign appeared.

Hmm? Could it be that the people who escaped until now were talented spirit magicians?

I might have missed out on more Spirit Blacksmiths....... Maybe next time I get a chance to give a class, I'll recruit a blacksmith too?

"Thank you for that decision."

Gilmouth gave Mel a serious thank-you greeting, but his eyes were glittering and he couldn't hear a thank-you greeting. I want you to hide your interest a little more.

“But! You'll pay a fair price!”

Mel gives priority to his feelings, but I'm not going to show you any valuable technology for free. Even if it's impossible to reproduce.

Mel is ahhhh, but I can't give in to all of this.

"For the price! To prove his innocence." Hey, you're going to make it look like you're asking for an unreasonable price! I won't tolerate such irrationality! "

Mr. Golden is biting at once. I wonder why this man interprets everything badly. Mel's tenderness was avenged and vanquished.

"I'm not going to go to Yasaya." However, you don't have to show it to everyone if you want to clear your body, do you? I'll dare to show you that, so it's only natural to ask for compensation. ”

You've won, Mr. Golden, because of my impudent manner.

"... if you can really see Damascus' formula, then it's only natural to pay for it. So, what are you going to demand?”

Gilmouth seemed to understand a bit of the story.

"With the exception of Golden, I'll leave the price to each of them." Iron scraps are fine for the price. However, visitors will be asked to fill in the roster, and the guild will announce what they will pay for at a later date. If you don't like it, please don't visit. "

If you put it this way, you will pay a fair price except for those with thicker faces.

"What do you mean, other than us?"

The guild is getting a little busy with my demands, but there seems to be no major opposition except to the Goldens.

"When Mel's innocence is proven, Golden and the others will do Mel's chores. Right... for about three years, right?"

It seems that it is difficult to thoroughly crush it in front of Mel, but if it is impossible, I can do it. Let the Goldens spend three humiliating years.

"Why are we the only ones with different conditions?" It's not fair! "

"How much do you think you've caused Mel trouble?" Time and time again, I made trouble with Mel, pulled her out to Tabre and took care of her. If I tried to win the tournament because it was troublesome, I would insult Mel without acknowledging the result. You think you're on the same terms as the others? Don't be ridiculous. "

I want to tell you not to be ridiculous. That's what I said. There's a lot of ambiguity.

"... do you want us to be your disciples?"

No, why should Mel be an apprentice to these troublesome people like you? Why does that happen?

"It's purely a chore. Please use it without pay. There are three of them, so if you take turns, everything will be fine. Oh, Mel is so gentle, you can't use it. Eunice, I'll leave the handling of these three to Eunice. Please make full use of it for Mel's sake."

"... fufu, that's good." I'll make the most of it. Leave it to me. "

Eunice was surprised when she was suddenly told a story, but when she understood the content of the story, she undertook it with an evil smile.

It was Eunice who was burning down on the Golden Maidens. You'll do just as well as you say. It's very reliable.

"Hey, we haven't convinced you yet." Don't go on talking on your own! "

Mr. Golden broke into the conversation and came in. Well, I don't know what it's like to be dissatisfied, but in this situation, rolling a short-tempered artisan is easy.

You can humiliate him in Manza.

"Are you running away?" Mel was a fool, and out of so many blacksmiths, Golden was the one who suspected that the sword was from the labyrinth? You're not responsible for your own words, are you? Yeah, I don't mind. Please run away. It's a good idea to get out of the Labyrinth City. I mean, you can't be in this city because you're embarrassed, can you? "

Who's running away!

Golden-san cried out with a bright red face. It's as expected, but it's too easy and I'm a little worried.

It's settled. Everyone here, including Gilmour, is a witness.

The Goldens are pulling their faces at my words, but you can't escape anymore.

"Well then, the price has also been decided, so let's move to the rejuvenation site." Gilmouth, please prepare the roster and fill in the visitors. You can ask for that much, can't you? "

"... um, let's make arrangements"

It was Gilmouth who took care of the favor, but I think he pulled it off a little bit. Was it too much of an incitement?



Well then, let's get started.

When we are ready, Mel announces a start in front of the furnace. Mel, who has become an artisan's face, is cute, but she has a pretty cool atmosphere.

I think it would be a little unfortunate if I could get that atmosphere out of my usual way and not be licked.

"Is that iron, copper, silver?" Tin and zinc... there are others, but none of them are unusual metals. Can you really hit that sword like that? "

The blacksmiths were amazed to see the metal Mel had prepared. I think it will be even more surprising in the future, but I can't stop sniffing.

Besides the Goldens, there must be others in this group who were looking down at Mel. I want you to recognize the difference in strength and fully regret it.

While I was sniffing, Mel started chanting.

"The gentle and warm Spirit of Fire. A spirit of high fire that protects my home. with that kind of help....."

By the way, you're the first person to hear Mel chant properly. Somehow, it was a chant that strongly conveyed the feeling of Mel, who loved Meral.

I wonder if Meral is happy with that, but she smiles with full faces as she listens to the chant. Next to it, Merrill Selio is restless. Can't wait for your chanting?

Mel's chanting finishes as she flinches at the sight, and Meral wields her strength in accordance with the timing.

A sharp and intense light envelops the metal, and it is hot red before you see it. The blacksmith's guild greeted me with a gesture.

Well, there was no surprise.

Metals have different properties and melting points. However, every metal was quickly raised to the optimal temperature for blacksmithing.

I don't quite understand the magnitude of it, but the more a leading blacksmith, the more I understand the anomaly.

Gilmouth has his eyes peeled off, and the Goldens have their mouths open and hardened. It's super fun.

"The Spirit of the Fertile Earth. Robust Earth Spirit. With that generous help....."

This is followed by chanting to Merrill Serio. The words themselves are magnificent, but Mel's voice is as gentle as speaking to a baby, as if she were imagining Merrill Serio's adorable figure.

... yes, Merrill Serio is a baby, isn't he? Meryl wasn't wrong, and Merrill Selio seemed to be in good spirits, so I guess she was fine.

When Mel finishes chanting, Merrill Selio unleashes his power...... but this time, there's no rattling in the guild.

In fact, it is a divine work that keeps the subtle state that the metals fuse with each other, but they are not fused, but there is little change on the surface, so the reaction is thin and it is not surprising.

Khan, Khan, Khan.

Mel holds a hammer and strikes at the bright red metal. After seeing the splashing sparks, it finally became an atmosphere of blacksmithing.

The blacksmiths will notice the incredible power of the spiritualist in the future.

"... why can't you mix with that?"

"That's not all." I haven't reheated it since then. Why aren't you cold? "

As time went on, the blacksmiths' questions grew louder in amazement.

Metal that can't be mixed even if it's tapped. A metal that keeps you warm even though it should cool down.

Being perplexed by phenomena unlikely to be ordinary blacksmiths, she gazed at Mel's blacksmiths desperately trying to expose their secrets.

But an ordinary blacksmith wouldn't know.

According to Nomos, it is said that it is smashed, mixed and fixed without mixing, but even if it is explained, I do not understand the meaning of it. I think the words are contradictory.

Mel's movements, who was waving his hammer without paying attention to his intense gaze, finally stopped.

At the same time, the heat was rapidly taken away from the bright red burning metal, and Damascus was born with a fantastic charm and shine. "It's a degenerate version..."

Now I can confirm the chores of Golden and the others.