The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU?

'Where exactly am I supposed to fix this?

"That's faster to give up and rebuild now, this time I'll take it on"

"We also live in settlements for a while, so we need them."

A small blue-skinned elf sipping herbal tea that leans slightly against her husband says "for a while” is comparable to an average Cobolt's life because it is a criterion for a long-lived species.

Given that, it would be cumbersome to go back and forth with them every time to a water source less than 20 minutes back and forth.

Anyway, there were three ridiculously large water trucks in Elfast, the king's capital where they lived, and they were maintained by tax inputs along with sewers, so they had access to beautiful water at all times.

I can understand the desire for the same living environment, but nothing is higher.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"What will the reward be as we prepare the materials here?"

"Right, Mr. Celica will be hunting for the food,"

"Mmm, my job...... good luck"

The dispatched elves were made up of hunter Celica and samurai Lenaid, who procure food, blacksmith Asta, who creates all the necessary things for life, medicinal Mira, who can learn more about vegetation and collect fruits, and witch Listi, who is a healer.

(Configuration that can complement each other and become self-reliant…)

A little extrapolating about the woodlings, he gazes at Asta, who summed up his thoughts.

"Mr. Archer, what about the rewards in cooperation in making our home?

"Ugh, if I live in a tent forever, I don't have a private place."

"Galwan...... Wau 'That's OK...... Axe'"

"Wow, wow. Kluaa."

Regardless of the matter of cooperation, it is difficult to tell Asta to leave the waterwheel fabrication that the artisanal temperamental drooling ear cobolts were working on. Expect “Axe's brother” there admired for how he brought them into the herd and the delicacy of caring for them.

Drink herbal tea all the time and rise from the side of the fire.

"... go hunting for one?

"Gawow... (Right...)"

Soon he nods lightly at the wheat-skinned elves who had weaved his coat, and after meeting the sleeping listies who came out of the tent late, he turns back to the nest hole to get ready for the hunt.

I showed everyone in the herd the red potatoes I harvested as of yesterday, but I can't get my hands on that to keep it as a winter preserved meal, and I need to make sure I have the meat to smoke.

(The baked potatoes are for winter fun, and now they are ready for hunting.)

Covertly tempered, I shouldered Celica with a mechanical bow in one hand and rolled out to the Kufu Easteria Forest, but I lost no matter which one hunted the prey.

"Pfft, my... win"

With an unbroken chest, she pointed at the tailored Forest Bore, and she was in a good mood to puncture Saho's ears.

Originally, even if it was the elves' hunt to pick up the sound with those long ears and find prey with excellent vision, Ten Mile Eyes grasping a few kilometers ahead of her is out of standard.

"Galvoir Gulfau: That demonic eye is against the rules."

"............... Losing?

"Galu, Galuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?" Hmm, can I say that?

The big man, who fastened by shooting through her belly and head with two convenient arrows, is too heavy for her slender arms. It would weigh quite a bit if I treated blood drainage and such here and now.

I sensed what I was trying to say from my gaze. Celica approached me softly, hugging me in the arm and pressing my chest, but even if they hit me with a leather breastplate...

"... wafioru: '... what imitation'"

"I was doing it when Mira asked Asta... I need you to help me carry it"

"Garu, gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Ugh, I..."

Farther apart, she pulled out a dagger with a clear crystal blade that Blazer was likely to want from a sheath hanging from her waist belt and cut several crisp prey arteries to bleed.

Hands-on, I also take out the hunting knife and join the work, removing unwanted areas from the forest bore on the spot, and prey on the hemp net bag that Celica holds and shoulder it.

"Gah, Varvaan: Well, suppose to go home" "

"... back soon"

I was wandering the woods looking for affordable prey, so it's not breakfast time anymore.

Greeting with fellow swarms on the way back to the settlement, his sister is rocking Moffmoff's tail, mixed with a ring of drooling ear Kobolts in the corner of the square.

"Wu, quang, quaan ~ ♪ (Ah, brother, welcome home ~ ♪)"

"Grua, Quaaon (Welcome home, boss)"

"Waf 'Ah'"

Looking lightly at each other, several of them were sending air into a clay furnace with leather fuigos and heating the smelting iron that Asta grabbed with a scissor inside.

"Ugh, ooh, ooh! (All right, take a good look!

Speaking to Smith, who takes a breath and stares without being told, he mounts a reddish smelter iron on the flat stone he is turning into a gold floor, knocking it in with a hammer at once and extending it into a plank.

Once again, after plunging into the furnace and heating it, Smith is entrusted with fixing it with a "(scissors)", which hits the thin iron plate with a "(contour)", and shakes down the gavel with momentum and cuts it into thin bars...

"Uh-oh, guaaofau? (Ugh, it's distorted?)"

"Oh, shit."

I grabbed one of the distorted elongated iron bars that I was able to do so with a scissor, heated it in the furnace reasonably well, then beat it in with a hammer many times to straighten it out, sharply pointed the tip, and then bent the other side to the L shape.

"Gawo, Quarva... (Awesome, Iron Thorn...)"

"... wow, wow (... yes, it's an iron thorn)"

Obviously it's a "nail"... but we're not familiar with fixing the wood. However, the "iron thorn” and the saw made earlier will soon settle as a convenient tool.

When the production came to a paragraph, I put up my prey to look like Asta and invited her to a late breakfast.