Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi no Slow na Second Life

Athanol furnace.

It is a magical tool used by the Demons.

It's an odd silo thing just because it's inherently in the possession of a human race.

"How the hell did you...!?"

"Not in a decent way, of course. I stumbled across something on the black market. I bought a big one."

There's magic gear out there. It's a human black market. It's amazing.

What route is there?

"With this furnace, they say they can mix the metals together in the ratio they want to create an alloy. The greatest masterpiece ever conceived by Washi needs an alloy made up mainly of misrils!

"Seriously, what are you going to make...!?"

It's not a bomb or anything, is it?

"But isn't this a problem to use?

"Nh...!?"

I know what the ex-Demon King Army is.

You have to pass magic to use this demonic conductor, the Athanol furnace.

Otherwise, it won't work.

It's a magic trick.

"Magic can only be emitted by demons. Wouldn't that do you any good?"

You know exactly what I mean.

Grandpa Smith exhales a heavy sigh.

"Instead, I asked some adventurers if they wouldn't move in the aura. No, I can't."

"Yes, you will."

Otherwise, during the Demon King's Army, there would be no longer any point in me struggling so hard.

"So isn't this just a useless long thing?

"That's right, then! I finally solved Mithril's problem! With this momentum, I was wondering if we could solve this problem! Purr!!"

I don't know what to say.

You say you've brought the Athanol furnace this far just because of such vague wishes?

The furnace is very large with the silo stuff that is supposed to be ready for the house.

Hence heavy.

They also loaded it up in the carriage to get it here, and the struggles of the disciples were obliterated.

"Anyway, as long as we can move the Athanol furnace, there's no more problem. And then it depends on my arm... That's not like they promised me success already!

"Why don't we make it normal......!

But Grandpa Smith doesn't compromise, even willingly.

If we do not use the furnace, the work of the disciples who have struggled to carry us this far will also be wasted.

"I don't have a choice......!

I took out something while sighing.

It's a magic device called the Magic Communicator.

I got it the other day when I met Lisette from the Demon King's Army Synchronization.

Magic communicators are tools for communicating to distant places with their namesake passing magic.

An excellent pair of two, which can only communicate with the other set of devices, but can be used even by those who cannot use magic in advance with magic.

It's a fallout like me who mainly benefits...

Needless to say, it's Lizete who has the other side of the connection.

Lululu, lululu.

The one that comes out exactly two-call.

"... Oh Lisette, huh? It's me, Ole Ole. Yes, I'm Darriel, your soul mate."

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And Lisette came.

"No......! I did give you the comms, but I didn't give them to call you so easily."

"Fine. Nothing. You're not very busy, are you?

"I'm busy! I'm super busy negotiating the Mithrill purchase with the Humans because I've been entrusted with them all!!"

"I wish that was the only thing I could throw round at the Four Heavens King"

"Negotiations are going to be done for these boys. Then I might be recognized for this job and become a special agent."

"Huh? Seriously?

Anyway, I called him in. I want him to run errands, so I show him the Athanol furnace.

"Why do humans have such a thing!?"

"I thought so too."

"What if you called me to get this running? Stop it, my friend, you know damn well I'm good at water magic, right? Alchemy is a magical realm of earth!

"You're the only one I can ask for, so I can't help it. It's okay, I can handle it."

Being unscrupulous is a privilege between friends.

Lisette puts magic through the Athanol furnace even though she says boo-boo, and blends the metal according to Grandpa Smith's specified recipe.

Mithril.

Liquid silver.

Titanium.

Aluminium.

And a few herbs on the hidden flavor.

"What kind of alloy can you have like this?

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So.

Got it.

The alloy.

I took the finished product and Grandpa Smith was very happy with it.

"This. Bye. Ah! This is the metal of my dreams that I've been chasing for years!

"Are you sure this is all right?

To be honest, I thought I might have failed.

Look at the finished alloy.

Honestly, because I couldn't imagine what kind of weapon could be made with such metal.

It was as strange a metal as I thought it was.

I don't know what genius thinks.

"Then from here on out, it's not about the blacksmith's arm! Stay tuned!

Grandpa Smith got stuck in the room as a delight.

with the magic alloy that has just been completed.

I just came by to thank Lisette and chase her back...

The rest is gone.

I'm bored of waiting for Grandpa Smith to relax until he's done his job, and I wonder if he'll contribute to the village even if it's an adventurer's job? As soon as I thought.

The next trouble came in.

No, should we call it a continuation of trouble from before?

The adventurer Fitbitan came to visit.

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"Do you love the local area?

"What?"

"If you love me, you should help us."

I don't know because I'll tell you when I come to visit.

By local, you mean the village of Lax?

I haven't been a newcomer in a year since I started living here, but are you still thinking about this village?

"The Mithril mine brings immeasurable wealth. The wealth should be enjoyed by those on the land surrounding the mine"

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"But there are people who plot to sidestep it. A center guild."

This is what it looked like to sum up Fitbitan's claims.

The center guild is like a hyena, eating the benefits that the community should enjoy and leaving it to itself in bad times.

That shouldn't happen.

The interests of the regions should be safeguarded by the regions and should not become as the central one thinks.

That's how the region's independence will be preserved.

"The village of Lax, the closest to the mine, should stand on the arrow and firmly attach the beak of the center guild. But you don't have that power. With all due respect, I don't think the village of Lax, which is nothing more than a despicable countryside, can fight the central regime."

"So?"

"That's why Campbell Street stands as a substitute for you and the others. Campbell Street is the most powerful area in the world."

and.

"If you, the parties, approve, we can also interact with the Center Guild about the negotiating table. It is an essential partnership for local activity. Don't you think that's a wise choice!?"

So Fitbitan approached me.

To flatter, and then to fool around.

"Together, let's face the center guild! As someone who loves the same locality!!"

"Reasoning doesn't make it any cleaner?

To my point, Bella Bella chattering Fitbitan pushed silently at once.

Or maybe he himself is aware of what he says is rational.

"Even if we call the center guild Hyena, you guys would be the same, right? I just want Campbell Street involved in the enormous profits generated by the Mithrill mine."

"Oh, is that...!?"

I can't challenge the bigger center guild from the front, so I pull in the village of Lax, which I've been looking down on.

Don't you consider yourself despicable?

Let's make some rough sense that we'll be spotted instantly.

Aren't you ashamed?

"If the hyena eats you anyway, I'll choose the stronger hyena. Well, you seem to be in charge."

Center Guild is better than Campbell Street even as a trusted opponent.

That's what I was judged to be.

"You should withdraw before the guild executives return, too. If they see us occupying the blacksmith, that's what makes us a total showdown against the Center Guild."

I tried to take a seat that I was done saying...

"It's a battle...!

But Fitbitan didn't give up.

Still ugly.

"When this happens, it's a battle. You and I fought. If I win, the village of Lax will cede all rights over the Mithrill mine to Campbell Street! So what do you say!?"

What do you say?