Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 171

“It looks like it’s hitting a goal.”

The first words Mr. Balkun uttered as he entered the blacksmith’s shop and looked around at what was properly drawn on scrap paper contained a hint of shyness.

“You found the dagger while thinking about this?”

“I didn’t intend to indulge in the luxury of custom-made.”

Even in another world, custom-made was expensive, and the dagger I originally intended to purchase this time was a complete expendable item. It wouldn’t be possible to inject magic enough to increase cutting power, but I tried to buy and use it at a level that allowed me to fly without touching it.

But if it can be custom made, it doesn’t have to be a dagger.

“It’s like the horns of a narwhal.”

The design that came out was just a big needle. Not an ordinary needle, but a needle in the form of a bebe twisted like a drill.

Mr. Valkun, who had been looking at the picture drawn with the length of my palm and the thickness of his index finger for a long time, continued by stroking his beard.

“Hmm. It’s a drill. Certainly, the basis for increasing the power of fireball magic is rotational power. Are you trying to rotate it with the repulsive force that occurs when you try to inject an aura into a tool? It’s a great idea. But it won’t be easy to use.”

As soon as you see it, you can guess and figure out its use. But since I don’t know how to use auras, I realized that I had such a repulsive power only now. Now I know why there is no such thing as sword steel in this world.

I meant to say that I was going to try using a different magic tool, but I’m glad I came up with an excuse.

“What is easy in the world? Repetitive learning is the answer.”

“A very good attitude. Humans have a short string and easily overlook the truth.”

Mr. Valkun nodded heavily, scribbled a few more words on the picture, and bounced the abacus next to him. At first, I wondered if it was setting a price, but seeing the calculation results written down on my rough drawing and making it into a design, it seems to be a completely different purpose.

“There’s nothing particularly troublesome about this. If you adjust the weight to make it easier to throw, the shape will change a little. Even then, somewhere in this groove will be slightly convex, so it won’t be noticeable.”

“How many do you think will be made?”

“If it fits your needs, I think it will come out like five. If you make it a little thinner, it will be possible to make ten. What can I do?”

“It’s the thickness I thought with durability in mind, but is it okay?”

“Since the material is a material, even if it is a little thin, it can block a half-swinged sword without difficulty. The heavier one will be more lethal, but as you thought, if it is enough to use the aura to instill rotational force, it can also be used as momentum. It will be applicable. Then, it is no different from an arrow thrown by hand, so there is no reason to obsess over its weight.”

As I listened to Balkun’s calm explanation, a question arises.

Even if it is thinner than my finger, it is enough to block a swinging sword, isn’t it a material that can be sold for a single gold coin just by looking at it? Why the hell did this kind of thing not sell and get stuck in my hands at such a low price?

“Isn’t that kind of a great thing? I think it’s a bad stock for something like that…” If

this was a really reasonable price, most swordsmen would try to get a sword like mine, even with a premium. Mr. Valkun said that it was just very strong, but from the point of view of having already used it, it is just excessively underrated.

I can’t help but think that way when I look at the sword that hasn’t lost a single tooth despite the uproar in the Envelde mansion right now. However, Mr. Balkun’s answer was very simple and concise.

“That sword, the enchantment doesn’t work.”

Mr. Valkun shrugged his shoulders as if he had explained everything with that, but from my point of view, it was too much to understand.

“Have you seen the weapons of the demons?”

Perhaps he noticed my feelings, he took out a pipe and filled it with tobacco leaves, setting the mood as if he were going to continue his explanation. The only thing that came to mind right away was the sword I stole from the abandoned dungeon, but since that wasn’t officially the case, I shook my head and replied.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that could be called armed.”

“Well, not only was there no communication, and the wires are still maintained, so it’s understandable. You know they use magic instead of mana or aura? The scale of their magic is terrifying. However, since everything in the land where they were born and raised is eventually equal under the grace of the Earth Mother, they are not as strong as they are. What do you think would happen if ordinary equipment were given such strong magic?”

“…it looks like it’s about to crash.”

I knew it because I had done it myself, but Mr. Balkun, who didn’t know the inside story, just nodded, saying, ‘You’re quick-witted.’

“It has to be at least something made by craftsmen who can truly be called artisans.

Lighting a pipe with magic, Mr. Valkun went into a warehouse-like place and brought out a lump of metal the same color as my sword, but it was swaying like mercury.

“That’s it. There’s nothing really special about it. ‘It can withstand the load of magic.’ That’s exactly what’s special about it. The process is so specialized that it’s hard to explain… but if you have to express it, it feels like it’s a metal that’s grown with magical power.”

“I always feel it, but the explanation really hits me.”

“Is that so? Our apprentices were very ambiguous, but anyway, it didn’t take long for them to realize that a very strong item could be produced after making it with magical power and alchemy with magic engineering. I don’t know, but there’s no reaction to mana. If you try to inject an aura like any other metal, it bounces off like a magnet with the same poles colliding.”

“That’s why magic used by humans…” ”

…can’t be enchanted. Only demons and dragons who use magical powers have become something that can be properly used. And so, this magic gold. Since I can’t even make , if I really want to do anything with it, the only thing I can do is melt down and recycle the weapons of the demons that I retrieved from the battlefield.”

As long as it’s strong, it’s hard to find anywhere, so I tried to find and make it as much as I could to confirm its potential as a weapon, but in the end, it was said that it couldn’t be anything more than a sturdy item.

To think such a lousy weapon had come into hand. It is also clear that God exists.

“It’s surprising that even such things can be processed with the alchemy of the dwarves.”

“That’s another topic worth discussing among experts, but it’s just a completely different field, so processing isn’t too difficult. I’m willing to explain as much as you want if you dream of becoming a blacksmith, but otherwise, it’s just a magazine style that’s complicated and useless for the rest of your life. .”

I, who had to worry about a magic book I read just a few days ago under the lie that it was for beginners, decided to respect Mr. Valkun’s consideration.

After filling out the order form while listening to various information about the demons, it was already lunch time when he paid for one gold coin and came out.

“Apart from meeting with royalty, it’s a good start.”

It’s a sword that I still like, but I can’t believe I can get another item made by the same artisan with the same material for a single gold coin. I feel better when I go shopping overseas.

“Then, shall we go see Zicmel this time?”

Aside from expressing gratitude, I was very curious about the reaction of the guy who must have picked up the information that Envelde’s head had been blown off. You may hear Asilie say that she didn’t come back immediately after being released from prison, but since she’s out of prison, shouldn’t she have free time to deal with the things she has to deal with as much as possible?

Maintaining such an excited mind and light gait, they left the dwarf district and around the time the crowds around them began to decrease, the carriage from earlier reappeared.

“You don’t know how to give up.”

Seeing as if he had waited for me to appear, it was no joke, it was obvious that he had been waiting for me to come out. If there was a little difference from before, it was that the expression of the woman playing the role of coachman and butler this time was not very good.

“Please…”

“For the honor of the owner, you don’t want to tell me to get on board this time, right? Ay, I don’t think so. I’m not singing it in public, but secretly. You have to say your name proudly.”

The woman’s eyebrows crinkle a little more at the lengthy explanation she gave after she stopped talking. no why not Of course I would have thought so. It’s obvious that he’s from the royal family in the first place, but since he’s showing this kind of attitude, it must be very unpleasant for his subjects.

But that’s not my business

Just as I was on my way back past the woman who kept her mouth shut and the carriage, the door of the carriage opened and the curtains pulled back, revealing a blonde woman who looked like a princess at first glance. Unlike her innocent and young-looking face and eyes, she had a very firm will in her eyes, and she spoke to me with a completely different attitude than before.

“This time! Let’s talk properly!”

Ceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

why are you leaving

If you run away even after seeing their face, it becomes a crime of blasphemy.