The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Gah, gah, gah.

When I dug the riverside soil with the made wood pile in my hand, I eventually reached the clay layer in a shallow area.

"Gah, gaoluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! (Ok, secure the clay!)"

However, the clay was a little stiff, so I softened it by sprinkling water from the river. When I turned my gaze around, a generation of young Kobolts were mindlessly digging back into the ground with wooden piles...

"Wow, wow, wow, wow. ♪ (I dig, I dig, I dig, I dig more and more ♪)"

"Khuwaoo, Wan Wan ♪ (Dig here, wow)"

Yeah, we cobolts don't hate digging holes.

"... gruhhh, gaoluhhhhhh? (… what's wrong with you clays?)"

"" Wah!? (Ha!?) ""

... No, these guys get fun digging holes and forget their purpose.

"Cu, cun...... (brother, sorry...)"

"Gruo! (You too!)"

That being the case, we took the time to sharpen the dirt on the riverside and dug out a good amount of clay. Barack, a cat blacksmith, now confirms the quality of it.

"Okay, that sounds like some good clay inside! I can build a good furnace with this. The fire resistance... can't you tell I actually made it and didn't use it... Well, the soil quality including sand and iron wasn't bad, and this is going to work out"

"Mr. Barack, if you have too much, let's also make sun-dried bricks to try. There's got to be some use."

There are tons of leaves in Grimmer's hand to say so.

Hmm...

I take out the stone brush and carve the letters on the ground.

“Mix that with clay?"

"Yes, but first it shreds, scrapes off the excess, and then fibres. Mixing it makes it harder to crack when the clay is dry"

Grimmer, a cat carpenter, puts leaves and stems on a rock close to flat, rubbing the stone axe over and over again to protrude the fibers. We reached for tons of leaves, too, and helped imitate him.

Still, the drooling ear cobolts are cleverer than the original guys... maybe this was a good pick up.

Returning to the settlement square carrying that removed vegetable fiber mixed with clay, Grimmer just entered the making of their own sleeping house.

Apparently that's the top priority, and two cat farmers, Joseph and Barack, who were back first, are also attached to his aid.

"Now, do you want to go through the hole where the pillars stand!

Go, go, go, go.

Joseph fixes the wooden pile, holds a large stone with a flat part that Barack and Grimmer have picked up in the river plain, and beats it from above.

That seems to be the end when you fill it up to the position of the line carved into the wooden pile beforehand.

Repeat that, three holes are drilled linearly and similarly opposite it.

"Next is the pillar that will be the foundation, first we will put up the tallest pillar in the hole in the center. We need to cut the branches and process the pair of columns at height."

"Okay, I'll do that."

The barracks process two trees at the same height and shrug off the branches with a twig. Furthermore, when the finished two tips were handed over to each other and tied tight with a tree, it was like a "birdhouse” in a far eastern island country.

Embed it in the central pile hole and stand. Likewise, a slightly lower height “Toriya Modoki” was launched in the pile hole to the left and right.

(I see, the middle is high and its left and right are low in order to create a roof slope...)

From around there, Kobolt Smith (tentatively), who was staring at them with sparkling eyes, also joined the work and joined us in helping.

"... instead, I feel like I'm losing my working speed."

That's Barack's word.

"In the meantime, I'm going to build a sapling tree, so make me 10 trees the same length as this one."

I give Smith (tentatively) the thin tree, which is the reference length I received from Grimmer, and bend only my left thumb. Therefore, the bending extension of the left finger represents the position of ten, meaning ten if only the thumb.

"Wow, Grr! (Yeah, I'll do it!)"

He is in a good mood with his own stone axe to cut off the branches of the tree, accompanied by a reference tree to measure the length before cutting. Now 10 pieces of wood were prepared with uniform length and thickness in less time.

"Thank you, drooling ear. You're clever."

The glimmer that received it joins the two tips together with a twist and opens to the left and right to complete the "shaped to” dripping tree. Make five pairs of them and cover them in a series of three tall "birdhouse modkies" that are only centered as roof bones.

Step by step, you're starting to look home!

For some reason, my tension also rises.

"And this is it? Mr. Grimmer."

"Thank you, Mr. Joseph"

On my side that touches me, Joseph, who was making something that stunningly pierced Yokogi with a big dead leaf, gives it to Grimmer. He attaches the received leaf prick Yokogi to the roof skeleton with a twist.

We make something like this, and it mounts one after the other. Finally, the bark on which Barack had peeled off with a knife was covered and secured.

"Gu, qua... (Ooh, it's the roof...)"

"Come on, let's keep going."

It's already getting dark around, but at night, the cats go about their work unrelated.

"Gu, gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Galuao, Gulao (Back or Buster)"

"Gaoo, guoan? How'd you get caught?"

"Gwah, groan!! (Oh, good!!)"

Dossa.

Buster unloads the stalled antler in front of Axe. Apparently, the other hunting squads are gradually returning to the settlements with results.

"Guru quao wan, Guru (I'll turn to cooking, boss)"

"Gal, grrr! (Bye, me too!)"

"Garuwoah."

A knuckle who was not good at fine work and was out of hand is in charge of a deer that has just been laid here, and leaves with his sister and Lancer in a shitty way from this spot...

As I leave dinner to my sisters, what's next on the roof?

Returning his gaze, Cat Craftsmen had cut rippable young trees to moderate lengths, then cut them into the ceiling and tore them vertically, tying them together as horizontal trees to shape the frames of the walls. Place the mud mixed with water and soil in the clay collected there from inside and outside to form a soil wall.

Shortly after that dirt wall is completed, Grimmer goes on an outrage.

"Gah, grrr!? (Hey, what!?)"

"Ku!? Grr (Huh!? Why!!)"

While Smith and I were stunned, he smashed a stone axe into some of the dirt walls he had built. That grimmer crosses our sights.

"Hmm? Oh, this? Build a fireplace, 'cause it's cold in the woods at night. We're not Moffmoffs like you..."

I see, is that what you mean? I don't know what's going on, and I'm going to explain it to Smith (tentatively), who twists his neck. The danger of using fire in confined spaces was then also taught.

"I'll do the chimney, Mr. Grimmer asks for the inside."

Copy that.

Barack cleverly spreads mud containing clay on the wall to form a chimney, and on the inside Grimmer creates a fireplace with a clay body. A short distance away Joseph was making a simple bed with a bundle of trees.

"And that's it?

"No, not yet, Mr. Barack. We need to burn the fire in the house and let it dry while smoking wood and dirt walls..."

Grimmer inside the house digs a hole in the center, throws in the dry fallen leaves crushed and hemp fiber, and takes out the firestone.

You had dinner there, my sister poking her hands out when she came back to get us.

"Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

A small claw was born between the white hands at its tip.

[Activated: Fox Fire]

[Effect: Can produce and manipulate fireballs. * Throwable]

"... woah-on (... when)"

"Can the fox child catch fire attribute magic? Then, please."

My sister lights a fire with her proud face and sprinkles Axe's handmade firewood.

From now on, we're going to have less chances to use firestones...

After eating dinner with the cats, they still need time to dry the building materials, so they end up spending the night in my nest.

The day after that, the first house of the settlement is born with a bed set up, laying hay on the finished building.

However, that seemed spatially for two, which Grimmer and Joseph were to use in seniority. And Barack was going to start making his next house right away, zeroing his stupidity.