Trinitas Mundus

April 24th.

Queen Katrina visited in the morning and a proposal was made to award Countess Emeritus to Ray. But he refuses it by saying it won't fulfill his purpose.

Ultimately, he settled on issuing a letter of thanks from the Kingdom of Kaum and an official document stating that he had nothing to do with phototheism, but Ray was wary of a person named Katrina, as well as passing anxiety that the same would not happen in the future.

(And you change as much as I think Mr. Kati is a dual personality. I felt like I was thinking about Luna the most when Kati was there, but this time I was thinking about the country the most... and what are the benefits of taking me in anyway? The heroes of Millis Valley and Pericritle are my appreciation. [M] Sure, it's well-known, but I don't think there seems to be any use for young mercenaries before the age of twenty. Well, the Kingdom of Lax has something to do with the Marcut Mercenaries (Red Arms), so I guess it's something else...)

Return to the assembly room with that in mind.

Then soon they are surrounded by tired and tired blacksmiths.

"What have you done? I have to check the magic flow of the magic formation on my left and the magic formation on my armor!

"Wait! Before we do that, we'd better find out how we're sending magic into the spear formation!

Ray was perplexed, but he was fond of the blacksmiths' uncovered attitude.

(You're right, Luna. If Dwarf can't believe it, nobody can. I know very well......)

One morning cup helped the blacksmiths analyze the white horn (Albumcorne) and the snow coat (Nixwestis) as requested.

In the afternoon, the Ashleys, who finished creating the orbs of the Unos, join them.

"Did it work?" When Ray heard, Ashley nodded loudly.

"Oh, I've successfully finished creating Orbs and registering for the Mercenary Guild"

I can't look at her when she's safe.

"Something bothering you?

"No, a little about the Unos."

I had a bad tooth cut for her and wondered what was wrong with Ray.

"You couldn't get a higher grade or something?

Without real combat experience in a mercenary guild, you can't rise from the tenth grade, no matter how high the level. As a result, there are goblins and other demons in the Alliance's basement to experience the actual battle, but very rarely can demons be prepared.

"I was raised safely. It was also acknowledged without killing the goblins."

"Doesn't seem like a problem then?

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with the grade. Lord Uno is level 64. It's a level comparable to the captains of the Mercenary Corps (of which), but that's good. It's just that the collar of a slave is a problem. I rubbed it a little bit with my guild."

When asked in detail, it was viewed as problematic that young Ashley was able to follow a high level of slavery at level 64.

When she couldn't say anything, Stella convinced the officials that Ashley was the only daughter of first-degree mercenary, Red Arm Hamish, and had no problem.

So I managed to get something wrong, but now I know it was "The Princess of War", which also became a poem in the Periclitle offensive, and after being enthusiastically welcomed, I was shaken by the staff and the mercenaries who were there.

"I was able to get rid of the Unos with that, but honestly I'm tired. I didn't think you'd be so enthusiastically welcomed..."

"Right. If I had worn the Red Arms Arm Armor (Van Place), it would have been even better."

That's what Stella says and nods.

"You be careful, too. As much as I am. What happens if you tell me" White Master "..."

Ray is flattered by the words.

(Pericritle and here should have been more than 300 km away. And yet how...)

Georg Stokke, who overheard the story by chance, joins the story as to why.

"Non and the others listened to Periclitle and honestly all they could think about was that the city would perish. Unless there's a fence like here, but the wooden fence won't prevent the aug. That was the main trap in the city to use a quarter of the time, destroying the orcs. That's not all. The White Warrior fought the rest of the enemy with a few allies. It's not about knocking down the chief with a single knock. Every time I hear the bards' poems, my chest gets hot."

"Sure it is..."

Ray understands what they say about him, but when I think back to the situation then, I don't recognize that the bards did something heroic like the poem "The Wind of Periclitle" they sing.

"Periclitle and Ars are connected in the streets. Of course, I know a lot of people. Mercenary guilds in particular have many opportunities to talk to people who come and go on Ars streets. If a Periclitle hero showed up there, it would be natural."

Ask why Ashley is tired and one sighs that she would be tired if she encountered the same scene herself.

Still satisfied that the Unos were able to make orbs without any suspicion.

(Now I don't have to do the trouble of infiltrating like this one. Besides, you don't have to hide in the Empire, so you don't have to worry about using the ship. I'm really glad the blacksmith guild people helped me. Thanks to Luna for this too......)

He hung his labor voice on Ashley and thanked Georg and the others, but was soon dragged by the spear and armor analysis work.

Around that time, Luna was visiting the workshop of Luc Broich, an armorer.

While the smell of smooth leather and glue filled her with the smell of charcoal burned in the furnace, she had near-made armor in front of her eyes.

The armor is made of pitch-black leather and reinforced by a silver metal plate that looks like a misrill.

"I use black dragon leather. I'll have to get some for the archer, but I'll be able to do it in about three days."

Luna was blinded by the armor, even as she listened.

(Same as that guy's armor. That guy's stuff wasn't Mr. Luc's, it was made by Mr. Georg... but it's a nostalgic color...)

Luc had also noticed that she was blinded and somehow understood why.

"The ingredients were separated from Georg's. Well, that's good... I have to rebuild my legs. You have to show your face in the workshop every day from tomorrow."

"Yes. But why so much armor?

If you are as skilled as a backpack artisan, it is unlikely that everything is ordered and that you have something you are about to make. I think I turned the item I was making on another order for myself, but I wanted to make sure because the person would be annoyed.

"Mm-hmm. This is something I'm going to give to your lover, the Lockhart guy. It was originally Dwarf Festival time, but this year it was cancelled because of Pericritle. Well, that's how I got to see you."

Dwarf Festival is a generic term for the Skills Assessment and Liquor Review held by the Blacksmith Guild. Typically, it takes place in the village of Rasmore in the spring and fall, but the unknown trend of the demonic tribe from the Rockhart family on the receiving side led to an offer earlier in the year to cancel the spring meeting.

This is because there is a branch that leaves in mid-February, two months ago, to carry alcohol and ingredients from afar.

"Don't shy away from that kind of situation. I wish I could make it in the fall."

"Thank you," Luna says, bowing her head.

"That's not the end of today's adjustment. You go back to headquarters and help me cook. I'm looking forward to it."

Luna followed Luc's workshop and returned to General Headquarters.

Ryan was in Boris Cultz's workshop.

"What, that hips!" Boris' dra voice scolds Ryan.

In the backyard of the workshop, he was shaken more than 20% heavier than anything he had ever used.

"Next time, don't flatten out horizontally! Next time, slash it up! Don't fumble there!

Boris is doing it to spot Ryan's ass, but he couldn't tell because he was overwhelmingly less skilled than the warrior he worked with. So I actually let him shake it and tried to judge it, but that lasted more than half a day.

Ryan also understands why he is barebacking, but still keeps getting barebacked for more than half a day and is about to poke him in the knee.

But even for a short period of time, he continues to wave without making a weak noise from being trained in the Marcut Mercenary Corps and his sense of mission to protect his beloved Luna.

Boris also reviewed him for his guts.

(My arms are not bad at all right now, but my qualities are not bad. If you have more guts than that, this guy could turn...)

Still, without saying anything about it, I kept letting Halvard wave.

When it was after 2 p.m., he was finally released, but Ryan didn't have the energy to eat, and falls into the big letters.

"When you can have dinner, tell it to us. I'm going to put on a good ale."

That's what I said and went straight into the workshop.

Soon the hammer starts to sound.

Ryan was looking out at the sky and thinking about what lay ahead.

(Do you ever need my help? It's not just Ray or Mr. Ashley, there are those beastmen Uno... No, you can't be weak. I risk my life to protect Luna. That's what I decided!

Then, whip your tired body and stand up slowly.

"Excuse me, can I still make a bare move here after you let me eat"

After I said that, I went inside the workshop.

Ione left under Luna in his first city of Ars and was in a workshop.

She also made adjustments when leather armor was to be made. The adjustment itself ends in a relatively short time, walking behind the guild staff in the guide in order to return to the general headquarters.

As she walked down a narrow alley, she was thinking about a species called Dwarves, which she had never seen before since coming here.

(That's a strange species. It's a good thing you think so much about Luna... but I get a little jealous that Luna trusts you so much...)

I understand that she and Luna have only been dating for about two months and have not been so broken up.

Not only that, there was confusion about Luna's change when she was in Sochius and since she came here.

(Wouldn't Master Luna be better off on the west side? You said you would definitely go back to Sokius, but seeing the smile on your face when you are with the Dwarves really makes me anxious... I wish I was more trusted, but I really feel like a wall...)

Though Luna doesn't hate Ione, she hasn't gotten from being apart in age, to being short with her, to being able to crack it down. She herself is aware of it, but there were times when she had difficulty in treating Ione, who worships herself like God.

Ione also felt the matter somehow, but still cannot treat the Son of the Moon, the use of God, in a way other than worship.

(If I don't do something, my existential significance will go away. As a healer, he is inferior to Lady Ray, and Martial Arts is inferior to Lady Ashley and Stella. I can be a shield, but that can't be all. I can't support Luna's heart, but I need to be trusted like the Dwarves... but I don't know what to do...)

She was worried about what to do and came to a conclusion.

(That's right. If you don't know, just ask someone who understands. Fortunately, there's still a banquet tonight. So let's ask the blacksmiths what to do. What can I do to help Luna? How can you trust me? Let's hear that......)

When I made up my mind that way, my footsteps became lighter.

I talked to the blacksmiths at the banquet that day.

Initially, her intentions were hard to convey, and the Dwarves were confused,

"What, doesn't that mean you want to be a real friend? That would be easy."

"Friends are scary... I just want Luna to trust me a little more..."

"Don't call them friends. Does that mean I trust you enough to think I can keep my life? Fine. I'll show you how to do it."

I thought Ione might be a little different, but I waited for their words.

"It's easy. You can think for yourself that you won't betray them no matter what. That's all."

"Is that all? Then I'm already..."

"Show that in words and with attitude. If you show me everything, I don't know."

Ione did think so. But I don't know exactly how to show it.

"So how do I tell you?

"It's easy. Open your chest collar and drink with me. That's all you need. Drink alcohol as just a friend, regardless of status, looks or money. That's the way it is."

Although I find it hard to agree with you in terms of drinking together, I sympathize with you in terms of facing you as an individual, regardless of your status.

(Right. That's true even if you look at these people, and let's look at Master Ray. Though Luna is the son of the moon, you said she was one person. I'm sure you said something about this. Nice talking to you...)

Think so, renew your feelings.

"You can think hard. Drink first!"

"Yes! I'll have it!

That said, I received a massive jock filled with black beer.