Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi no Slow na Second Life

Welcome Mr. Smith, the blacksmith, to the village chief's house and continue the conversation.

What's this development?

Where the hell are you going?

"Speaking of blacksmiths..."

He takes the initiative even though he hasn't asked.

"I'm not supposed to be a famous man with a loud reputation. Don't you guys know?

"I don't know." "I don't know."

Me and Marika are in line for awe.

But what about calling yourself a celebrity?

According to our story, Mr. Smith is the highest blacksmith in the human race.

This time they received a request from the Center Guild in response to the retrieval of the Mithril Mine.

He wants us to bring in personnel because he will reopen a blacksmith site dedicated to Mithril in the neighborhood.

"I thought it was moving better up there..."

That's Campbell Street guild ahead.

It's going to be a problem later.

"Honestly, I didn't expect the Mithril Mine to come back while I was alive. I'm half happy, half suspicious, half suspicious."

And I arrived on site and ran into Marika first.

She said she was strangled when she tried to touch her because she has such good tits.

Why would that be?

"Why are you half happy and suspicious?

Marika asked there first.

"Right. First of all, 'Did you really get the Mithril mine back? I suspected it."

Decades ago, we had taken many recapture quests since the humans were taken from the Demons, but in the end we never succeeded.

He said that for blacksmiths whose wholesale minerals are directly linked to their lives, their expectations have been betrayed many times and they have also lost faith.

"Especially lately, because I didn't even want to hear rumors of a recapture quest going on. It's hard for Russia to believe that all of a sudden you hear the result of" recapture. "

As for Teng, who brought the mine back into the hands of the human race, it feels like he is in a bad mood.

Excuse me.

He swung me around with just the way I was going...

"That's the other half of the joy, as a blacksmith. I'd be happy to live and touch Mithril again."

"Alive? Again?"

"Look at all the jizz in this eagle. It doesn't mean I was a single blacksmith before you guys were born. That's when Mithril was in the human race."

The Mithril mine has traveled between the human race and the demon race depending on the period.

Until a few decades ago, he was under the control of the human race, deprived by the demons, and recently returned to the human race after a long period of time.

Few people are experiencing that decades of time now?

"Actually, I was in this village when I was younger. I worked out my misrills at the blacksmith's every day."

"Are you serious?!?"

"The village of Lax is exactly the stage of youth for Washi. When I think of it, I miss it a lot."

He said he visited the village without being able to stay or stand.

"I'm retired because I'm this age, too. Think of it as easier to move than your sons and disciples who are chased to work day and night. I came with a body called..."

Grandpa laughing.

It is stubborn. I would still be active if this cheerful......

"So, what is it?

Mr. Smith, the blacksmith, has asked me differently.

"Can we hit Mithril again here?

"Yes, of course......!

I wasn't sure if I could easily say it, but I can't resist being shown the intense artisan temperament so far.

Should I check with the guild executives later?

"I see heaven is telling this old man to 'work'......! Don't rest yet, work...!

Passionate.

"Then you're young! Take me to the workshop! Let this masterpiece show you his craftsmanship!!"

"No, sir."

"Huh?"

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I explained the circumstances to this grandfather.

The blacksmith is now being bulldozed by Campbell Street forces.

It will be hard to get in there later. The only way to do this is to ask the guild executives to speak up and wield their power.

So, that guild executive is now going to the mine, and it takes time to tell.

"Ha! Big mistake if you think you can stop Jiji for that!

"Uh!?"

The elderly rampage was as intense as I thought, and I was just dragged by jizzy.

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"... so can you please?

I went out with Smith's grandfather to the blacksmith site in Lax Village.

That was exactly where Campbell Street was occupied.

"This grandfather says he wants to at least touch Mithril before he dies!

"Please go where you want to go, even ask for the last favor of a short old man. Yes!"

Fitbitan can't be a ghost if he gets stuck like that, and he gets pushed off.

"And you have no choice. Then use it in the corner of the blacksmith."

"Thank you so much ~!!"

"Is that the village field blacksmith? Still, don't interrupt our blacksmith. We're really into this."

"Heck..."

Grandpa Smith got into the blacksmith with a surprising act.

I'll accompany you in a crisp manner.

"Why are you hiding your identity? Wouldn't you have put it in smoother if you'd told the truth?

If you reveal your identity as an authorized blacksmith invited by the center guild.

"That's boring, then. Life can't be any funnier."

Is it a performance?

But don't worry about Isakoza, because peace in the village is a top priority.

The blacksmith was much prettier than when I came before.

I guess the Fitbitans worked hard to clean all you could stretch grass and tulls.

"Oh......, I miss you......!!"

Uncle Smith shuddered as he entered the blacksmith.

"It's not the same as when I used to work. Even when I was only twenty years old, I wielded a hammer here...!

If you look at it, there was a Mithril ingot piled up in the middle of the workshop.

I guess they've already sent us a little bit from the mine.

"This is all you can use"

Fitbitan threw a tiny chunk from there and gave it to me.

"It's a precious misrill. There's only the least I can do to divide him into old man's hands."

"Chip, you stink of ass......!

Grandpa Smith poisons me with a whisper.

"It's not like Temeer and the others dug it out. You... The city's majesty is the same."

Still, he made no manifest protest and headed to his blacksmith with the slightest misrill he had been given.

I go on silently, too.

"Oh man......, I miss everything. It's as if this old man has returned to twenty young...!

"What do you make?

"Well don't panic. Let's take a look at the other side."

Grandpa Smith as if he was somehow rejuvenated to the tone.

You mean the campbell streets occupying this place?

Many city blacksmiths brought in by Fitbitan roar ununung in front of the mountains and loaded misrills.

There is no way to move my hand.

Didn't they gather here too to make something out of Mithril?

Why aren't you moving?

I don't know what to do.

Grandpa Smith says it with a translation face.

"Mithril is a special mineral. Settle and expedite the aura. Not like iron or copper. There is a special way of processing that goes with it. Take that..."

... I don't know anyone in this day and age.

"It's been decades since the Mithril mine was taken. Mithrill was depleted by the market and the craftsmen who dealt with it were also interrupted. It disappeared in the past without being handed down the special treatment of Mithril."

Is that why the Campbell Street blacksmiths stand up without even knowing how to handle Mithrills?

"It was a critical time to take back the mine. Washi is the last generation to know the moves of misthrilling. I would have lost the treasure if I took it back after he died."

Grandpa Smith moves tequily as he talks, machining and forging misrills.

As such, the Campbell Street blacksmiths notice little by little and pay attention.

"Young man, stand on your right now."

"Huh?"

"I don't want those snot-nosed bastards studying my crocodile moves. Blindfolded."

My body is in the way and I can't see Grandpa Smith's blacksmith job.

Every time Campbell Street Blacksmith goes around, I get moved too...

While I'm doing this......

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"Done!

Grandpa Smith quickly wielded a sword.

The city blacksmith had to be flabbergasted.