Survival in Another World With My Master

Now, the next day. Last night's exercise shifted my guard because I would be tired. I was the attacker the other day. What do you think...? The visual effect of playing between your eyes is amazing!

And Sylphie's toughness is amazing. It's amazing. It's almost impossible to resist if you learn the trick. Thank you very much.

"Come on, let's stick together today."

"Yes"

Silfi's skin is shiny. Incidentally, today's breakfast was an ultra-heavy menu consisting of roasted strawberries, stir-fried rabbits, and thinly baked bread. You'll be hungry if you exercise just like that, right?

All of the craft bookings were completed last night, so I collected them in the inventory for each blacksmith facility and workbench. The blacksmith's building is used for brick baking, and the workbench may also be used.

Just like yesterday, pass through Elf's craftsmen's quarters and exit the refugee quarters to the expansion quarters. The destination is the clay hill that was made yesterday.

"You're not getting any bigger?

"Maybe we added water to the dried brick and put it back into the clay."

I see.

I don't know how to make sun-dried brick tiles, but if clay is not baked with raw materials, I might be able to return if I add water. When I saw it on TV, I thought it was mixed with horse manure, cow manure and straw.

Good morning, Your Highness.

"Good morning."

When I arrived at the clay mountain, executives and refugees like Da Nang and other workers had already gathered to start the work.

Um, let's work hard today.

"Good morning!

I'll make sure Sylvie says hello, and then I'll say hello. Isatsu is actually important. That's what it says in the annals.

"Koske, did you have a weapon that you repaired yesterday? Give me that."

Copy that.

Remove the repaired weapon from your inventory. Four iron swords, three iron spears, six iron daggers, two iron axes, and two iron shields. And he took out the iron shield, and laid it on the ground, and stacked it on top of it.

"Danang, this is the weapon of the loot I kept in Koske's custody. Distribute it to those who can fight and use it for defense and hunting."

Ha!

"Then I ordered Koske to put up a weapon for Danang. Koske"

Hee.

Remove the steel baldish made last night from the inventory and hand it over to Silfi.

"I've seen it, but it's good quality. Shake this and protect everyone."

Sylphie, who received the Valdish from me, handed the Valdish to Danang. Da Nang, who had received the baldish, stared at the blade and looked at the center of gravity several times, and then nodded loudly.

"Excellent weapon. With this weapon, we'll tear the gizzard apart like paper."

"I guess so. There are several other hidden balls in Koske. I'm sure you'll get away with it."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Danang smiles thinly, yeah, looks like a bandit or something because of his physique and severity. I would never say that because it's going to be split in half by Valdish.

"But does this man have such a wonderful weapon?

Danang casts doubt on Silfi. That's right, it was yesterday and today. Three days after Sylvie and I met, it was yesterday that I met Danang. Anyway, everyone thinks that it will take more than three days to make that baldish. I think so, too, normally.

"I can't believe it, but it's true. If I borrow Ira's words, it's like a bunch of irrational power, Koske's power. I think you'll still feel the irrationality of that power today."

Sylphie smiles. Yeah, that's the look on Sylvie's face after all. When I first met him, I thought I should laugh normally, but now I feel safer looking at that face. Because when you laugh normally, it's already cute, or too beautiful, and your palpitations get fierce.

Okay, Koske, let's get to work today.

"Aye, Mam. I'll set up a blacksmith facility, so make room for me. Yes, yes, please excuse me."

Ask the refugees who stood near the clay mountain to set up a forging facility. The moment it was installed, the refugees groaned. Yeah, I guess so. You'd be surprised if something suddenly popped up in that fine refinery.

"Sylphie, maybe you can fix the broken blade, so if you have something to say, bring it together and we'll fix it."

"Hmm, that's good. Let's arrange it."

"Yes, please. I'll collect the clay and even burn the bricks."

"Okay. Work hard."

"Eye Mom"

I'll drop off Sylvie as he leaves with Da Nang, and I'll take the shovel out of the inventory. Then we set the fuel charcoal in a blacksmithing facility to prepare the bricks for firing.

Um, I'm sorry to bother you.

"What kind of mechanism is this... irrational?"

"It's dangerous if you light it. Don't touch it, if you want to see it, look away."

"Gunu"

I struggled to peel off Isla, who was stuck to the blacksmith's facility and seeing cancer everywhere.

Dig. Even dig. Put the shovel on the clay pile and put it in the gun and inventory. In the meantime, the refugees keep bringing in clay. The tools they brought were like strings on a wooden board that would be handles. He puts clay on the board and pulls the string to carry it.

"How do you erase clay?

I'm just throwing guns into my inventory.

"Hmm... there's no sign of magic after all. Another force, not magic, is working...?

Ira occasionally asks questions while monitoring my work and then murmurs about something. I think she has a job for me. I think maybe the refugees who are hostile to humans are here to keep me safe, but I'm not sure that's true. Behavior is too loyal to desire or too rooted in intellectual curiosity!

"Don't you have enough clay?

There is also Merti nearby. I've been sitting here since I brought you a blade that needs repairing. Never look at the stone mould that she is placing at her feet. Don't look. I'm not turning around. Now there's something more important than that.

"Ah, I don't know. Maybe you can stop it for a while. It's because there's quite a lot of it."

Bricks continue to be fired in the blacksmith's furnace in parallel with the work. I'll craft the bricks to the brick blocks later, but the work is faster on the workbench than on hand.

Therefore, the workbench is installed.

"There's something more."

"Workbench. The blacksmith facility is a facility used for iron making, baking, iron restoration, etc., and the workbench is a facility used for processing various items. You have a role to play in strengthening my own craftsmanship."

Speaking of which, we have steel plate springs and we can upgrade them. Sylvie had permission yesterday, so let's upgrade.

"Don't stare at the workbench because I think it's a little dazzling."

"You can't miss anything."

"I don't know what to do...."

Ira just said to come slowly. Even if I persuaded him, he wouldn't listen, so I left him alone to perform the upgrade. As expected, the workbench emits a dazzling light.

"Yes, what was that?

"I upgraded the workbench. More can be done or performance improved."

When I looked at Isla while answering Merty's question, I was moaning with my eyes shut because I saw a flash. That's why I told you.

Ahhh

"Yes, sit down. It's dangerous."

Make and install crisp wooden stools to keep Isla seated. It's a single-eyed baked girl who can take care of her.

Now, this is an upgraded workbench, but the display is an improved workbench. As for the change in appearance, it was generally thick, iron, and L-shaped. One side of the L-shape is the same workspace as before, and the other side is equipped with a pedal sewing machine. Ah, is this it? A foot-stamped lathe, right? It is a machine that rotates what it wants to be machined and presses it against a fixed blade to cut, cut and drill holes.

"What the hell is this device?

"I think it's a lathe. It's a device for processing metals in various forms. It's a decoration for me to use."

In my case, the article is processed on the craft menu, so no matter how large a machining device is made, it is like a decoration. Well, I think we can use this workbench normally. I just don't do it.

In the meantime, we'll find out what we can do. Now we have to mass produce brick blocks. The fired bricks are transferred from the forging facility to the improved workbench, and the brick blocks are mass produced. Let's make as much of this as we can.

"Oh, I see it."

"What?" What?

"The End of Truth"

"Is the fever... a little hot?

When I put my hand on Isla's forehead to make a serious drunken statement, it was a little hot. I can't tell if the fever is coming out or if it's just getting hot just because I was in the blacksmithing facility. I would like to say that I will give you medicine, but unfortunately there is no pharmaceutical workbench.

"Melty, I need Isla. I'm busy at work."

"I see. Come on, Isla, let's get some rest over there."

"I'm normal. Let go."

"I don't say I'm drunk myself."

"I'm not drunk. Me or Merty should be watching Koske in the first place. Merti should send out a notice to stop digging clay."

Aila slapped Merti's hand away with a faint expression and stared at Merti with a jito's eyes.

"Hmm, I can't help it. Don't bother Koske."

I'm not a kid. I'm fine.

I think it is true, but even if you say that, you will only buy anger, so I will keep quiet. Don't say silver for eloquence and gold for silence. In this case, is the mouth the right one because of the disaster? Merti left, and only me, Ira, and the refugees who are running my work around will remain here.

"So, what did you see?

"That light resembles the glow of divine magic used by priests. Perhaps Koske's abilities are close to any god's miracle."

"Ah, yeah. Sodane"

I knew it. Only vague intuition made me feel the will of a third party in terms of the direction of their abilities. An extra comment from the Achievement also suggested the intervention of someone's will.

And when I say what kind of person can do to bring me into this world and make me use this ability, I can only think of God. In that sense, I can only say that I knew that my abilities were a miracle of God. I have a feeling that Isla's vague intuition is correct, but it has been reinforced.

"... did you know?

"No, you know I'm from another world, right? If only I existed to be able to do this after calling me from another world...?

"... unconscious"

Isla was really depressed or she leaned down with her head in her arms. Yeah, you've focused too much on the wonder in front of you and narrowed your field of view. I know, I know.

And then Isla was depressed until I turned all the clay into bricks, and from there, even more brick blocks - that is, until lunch came back. There is no south.