The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Uh, it's noon already... well, it was like walnuts in the morning."

I don't often worry about hunger or anything when I concentrate, but it just seemed like a good cut, and Asta, the blacksmith, quickly cleaned out the scattered tools and lifted her hips.

"Guru. Uh-huh? (What do you guys do?)"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

(Ugh, my brothers who went hunting are not back...) "

The brothers refer to two men, Axe and Knuckle, and if they go hunting, they become a small group with about two young males added there.

Apart from the prey that its hunting squad hunts, the fruit exchanged for the produce supports daily life, so the drooling ear cobolts and others have no trouble improving their skills.

"Wow, Offaukurua." Quarva. "Galuaou.

Smith, while we wait, let's make some iron thorns. "

"Wow, gruvagalvan! (Nice, let's make everyone's saw too!)"

"... Garqua Wolfaou? (… there's not that much iron?)"

From the rings of drooling ears enlivened by Russia, his sister, who escaped with Asta, rushes up and sticks out her hands.

"Galqua ~ n ♪ Quang Oua, Gruvo Aang

It's peony meat for lunch

"Gaolua Wolkua:" Be careful because it's heavy ""

"Wahoo!? (wahoo!?)"

Celica softly put her hand on her sister fluttering at the weight of her prey, which was one turn larger than normal, even after she hung up and then gave her hemp rope bag.

"... Guru, kuru (... me too, help)"

"N, Waan (n, thanks)"

Carry them as they are to the laid straw at the end of the square, take out each other's favorite daggers and take a glimpse (best) of them to begin processing their prey, then face Asta, who is nestled next to them.

"Gruwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"

"Oh, let's do that"

Once back in the Elves tent to take everyone's leather water bottle to the riverside... I don't know how it went, but Lancer was under magic tricks from Listy.

I don't need to disturb them who are eager to work without noticing this one, so I just retrieve a leather water bottle for everyone and take them a little further upstream than the Steele River water pump.

Asta told me on the road that I couldn't design a water wheel without first deciding where to install it. They don't turn smoothly unless they determine the diameter of the water wheel according to the water flow and depth of anything.

(Am I wrong from the beginning... sorry, Smith)

Walk by the river examining the depth of the water with a bronze blacksmith and a wooden stick, apologizing to the dripping ear cobolt of the artisan skin who worked so hard to build the prototype waterwheel.

"The water depth here is about 80 cm... The water tanker needs to submerge four quarters of its water wheel, and it needs to be floated and secured from the bottom of the river, so a water tanker with a diameter of about 2 m can be installed."

"Waf, Gwoong: Oh, so please" "

When she nodded and showed her acceptance, Asta crouched down and dipped her hand (s) in the water to make an ideological face.

"This... you should also make a stone weir in front of the water wheel to create a discrepancy."

I will sink one leather water bottle after another to the river surface to fill it up as I leave the area to the experts... but since it is not a task that I want to do, it immediately becomes shabby (shabby).

"Gah, Gwalgarwofau kual or aaaaaaaaaaaaan?

'Hey, wouldn't it piss your wife off if you kept her waiting for lunch too long?

"Ugh, it's been sweet since we got married, but he's actually short tempered..."

Ning Lo, I felt angry with my hungry fox daughter and I said the right thing, but apparently she's going to get me home to adulthood.

I cut up a preliminary investigation and grabbed a few strings of leather water bottles. Asta walks out to the settlement, and I follow (stumble on) and turn back to the celicas with the same leather water bottle.

They have already finished hogging the big pigs, and some of the cut meat is arranged on flat stones. Around it lay an iron plate on four stones close in size, and the gap was packed with charcoal.

"Lu, luoa, quang ao"

There, my sister dyed the charcoal red with a brilliant (like this) lighted fox fire with both hands, and when the iron plate warmed, I hooked the pork to the tip of the spike dagger (stiletto) and began to cook.

"Mm-hmm, because it smells good."

Mira shows herbal and rock salt chopped into pork.

"Finally we bake this too!!

In addition, mushrooms (mushrooms), such as Maitake, which had been collected from the roots of Buna on the journey back to the settlement, white shouro (Shirotori Torufu), which was sometimes buried in the ground, and haratake (Mashiru mum), which had a lovely roundness, were placed on an iron plate.

(Well, they're all edible mushrooms.)

I don't doubt her judgment as an elf and pharmacist living in the woods around here, and the white shouro in the ground we searched for and dug with our sense of smell...

After a while, as the pork is reasonably well cooked and divided into wooden dishes, Listy and Lancer, who were working out their magic, also come attracted to the smell. If you ask them about Lenade, who they don't see, apparently went into the woods looking for a place to plant the seeds of the world tree with Buster.

When I heard that, I casually turned my gaze to the forest entrance, and the Axes back from the hunt were surrounded by dripping ear cobolts and others.

(Is that meat of deer and hole bears...)

Apparently, Kobolt, the pale giant body, eats with the Smiths, so let's just say this one secures Lenade and Buster's share and smokes it when it stays.

We need to save it before winter.

Stick a wooden fork into the vanilla roasted pork while thinking a little further.

"Wofwolkluaow... 'This is delicious...'"

"Kluuuuuu."

"Phew, more praise, so sooo good"

"It's delicious... but I'm the one who fixed it."

Looking at everyone who eats noisy pork and mushrooms (mushrooms), Listy, who was stuck in the chicken and pork, stops her hand and smiles.

"Phew, that's good, we can laugh at each other here without worrying about skin tone or family"

"Woan... 'Right...'"

In a sense, the thing of an existing social foundation suppresses individual freedom. A settlement of dogs may be cozy for her as a reformed moderate who agrees with the White Queen (Aristia).

The meal with the elves of the Dogs and the Three Families proceeded busily, and in the afternoon Asta and the drooling ear cobolts went on to make waterwheels and waterways, and we planted the seeds of the world tree awaiting the return of Lenaid.

A simpler ritual than I thought would end with a world tree witch praying and sprinkling white magnetic honey liquor onto the earth. He said he would repeat the same thing until it sprouted.

Then, with the help of Axe, we cut through the southeast side of the forest to create a field of autumn sprinkled wheat, and as we fought unbenevolently to seize the wood-dwelling rodents (squirrels) and walnuts (walnuts) and chestnuts (kuri), and when we realized that winter footsteps were so imminent...