Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 367

The village chief Mr. Lavery’s proposal was not spontaneous.

It is said that it was the conclusion that I came to after going through enough discussions for two days when I lost my consciousness. It is said that the damage that the ear hunter was giving to the elves was so great, so it seems that it was a wise choice to solve it with a surprise attack before he finished his preparations. Hunting makes a big difference depending on how thoroughly you prepare.

“Of course, the fact that you are a monumental human race who heard the words of the World Tree also had an impact. There were various opinions other than armor… But after hearing from Celebian, it seems that your weapons are already at a level that is overflowing. Friendship Since the token has already received the seed of the World Tree, it will be useless, so the opinion that armor is the best thing came out.”

Certainly, among the things I wore, if I had to pick one of the worst quality, it would be my armor. It was just plain leather armor.

Until recently, there was no problem, so I just wore it, but I was worried about the minor scars I had while fighting the ear hunters, so I planned to get a set of useful armor with the power of my thick pockets when I went back to Ethiel.

“It’s not as good as the dwarves’ armor, but it’s surprisingly strong compared to its weight. How is it?”

“…Then I’ll be grateful.”

For a moment, I wondered if I would just pay for it and ask Mr. Balkun to make a custom order… But after seeing it today, I wouldn’t come back again, and in the end, it was a place where I had to visit Asilie once more.

At that time, if the person who refused their sincerity wears armor made by the Dwarves, it will cause unnecessary gossip, so it would be better to just accept what they give. I was curious about what the elves’ armor was like, so there was nothing wrong with it.

“Haha, I’m glad. I’m not saying anything empty. The blacksmith in our village is pretty good. One day, when he suddenly grabbed a hammer, I thought he was crazy, but seeing that he’s knocking down 1300 years, he’s right.”

“…1300 years?”

“Chief. This year is 1354.”

“Oh, was that so? I’m getting older, so my memory is a bit hazy. Heh heh heh.”

While having a conversation with a strange sense of déjà vu, ‘It could be.’ Unlike Celebian and Mr. Lavery, who laughed haha, hohoho with such answers, I felt a cold sweat running down my back.

Fuck, this is why I’m afraid to talk to Jangsaengjong. How old are these old people?

“Every time I couldn’t last for a century and changed jobs, so I thought it would be like that without fail. After all, life is always unknown.”

According to the explanation that follows, there is a little bit of a unique corner, but the skills are certain.

Just as dwarves are craftsmen and architects from birth, elves are hunters and forest keepers from birth. Because likes and dislikes are thoroughly divided, it is an established theory in the academic world that even with such a long lifespan, elves cannot surpass dwarves’ skills as a racial unit.

I’ve never seen the country of the dwarves myself, but rumors say it’s at the level of watching arcane punks alone in a medieval fantasy world. At least, I couldn’t find anything like that in the elves’ villages or the territory of the World Tree, so there wouldn’t have been any change in their natural behavior.

In such an environment, an elf who has devoted over a thousand years to blacksmithing has emerged, but how can I treat her as normal? If you listen to the conversation that goes on in front of your eyes, it is said that you are constantly interacting with the dwarves.

These are the same Jangsaeng species and villagers, so they just say that it’s good. I’m very sorry and sorry for the person I couldn’t even see, but I can’t help it.

A deceased person who only digs one well for 1300 years can only be seen as crazy.

“…Then, I’ll stop by Lumings’ forge early tomorrow morning with Eldmia. Anyway, I put the word in the last meeting, and since I’m a friend who picks up the hammer from dawn every day, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”

“Well, that would be nice. Our guests should also rest for a day or so today.”

The two people, who had scheduled my visit before I knew it, smiled brightly and tilted their glasses.

The words I heard from Asilie when I stopped by Ogwen briefly with Sen’s party in the past were true.

The elves of the Greenvine Tribe were very fond of alcohol.

?

I, who was able to finally return to the Enderinia family after drinking so much that I wondered if the words that I should rest well meant that I would kill myself with alcohol had to wake up with a terrible hangover and cold.

At first, the drinking party, which seemed to end with only Mr. Laberry, was passed to Celebian because I was drinking better than expected, and soon other elves, who were getting drunker, joined in and it turned into a great party.

A noble and lofty elf? I don’t know if there are elves like that somewhere, but at least the green vine elves were very far from that prejudice.

It was more like a Viking. Later, there were even people who were friendly with me just because I was a good drinker. At first glance, I think I could see Mr. Ravera sipping while looking at him with satisfaction, but I think he was right.

It was only now that I realized that all the awkwardness I had when I handed over my seat to Celebian was just acting, but I didn’t feel bad. That’s because it provided a place to get to know other elves.

“Oops.”

Of course, that wasn’t a bad mental feeling, and the reality of suffering from a hangover and the physical feeling were getting to their worst. Originally, I wanted to take a leisurely look at Asilier’s room and immerse myself in emotions like the main characters in the novel, but I don’t have the time to imitate it.

I definitely have memories of walking well with Celebian until yesterday, but why is it so painful? Looking back on my memories, it seems that the second drinking party with the Enderinia family was the cause of the trouble.

Even the youngest member, Amie-san, was 40 years old, so my last memory was that all the members of the family cast Pour Drink Drink and almost crawled into the room as super-corpses. As I recalled that far and felt disgusted by the smell of alcohol that lingered in my mouth, I heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Hmmmm, son-in-law. Are you awake?”

I was very, very embarrassed, but judging from Mr. Arwell’s reaction, it was clear that no one had the film cut off, so I had no choice but to swallow my stomach and answer.

“Yes, father-in-law. I just woke up.”

What is alcohol really? It was the result that I drank enough to taste it after a long time and passed over to Mr. Arwell’s judo interrogation.

‘you! Do you know what those earrings mean!’

‘Yes… Shelebian told me…’

‘My son-in-law can take good care of Asili!

‘What can I say… I will treat you more preciously than my own life, father-in-law…’

Fuck.

I’d rather not even remember. I don’t think it was a slip of the tongue, but it wasn’t something I wanted to say while drunk.

When I woke up from the bed, Mr. Arwell quietly opened the door and entered, handing me a cup of tea with a happy face.

“It’ll help you get rid of a hangover. He’s a good drinker.”

“It was difficult because I felt like I was overdoing it more than usual. Thank you.”

“Haha, just staying sober is amazing. You said you’re going to Rummings’ forge today? Celebian just got up and is getting ready. My wife is brewing a soup that’s good for hangovers, so even if you’re tired, eat some.”

It was an offer I really, really wanted to refuse, but I was defeated by curiosity this time. I was very curious about what the elves who like alcohol like this would do for themselves. In the end, the moment I somehow reacted and left the room with Mr. Arwell, a familiar smell stung my nose.

“The scent is… very nice.”

“Hahaha. Don’t give it too much space. You might not like it because it’s a soup with only vegetables.”

Mr. Arwell’s words that only elves eat food have not even entered his ears. Because I already knew a smell similar to this one.

I went down the stairs on the second floor, which I don’t even remember how I got there, and entered the restaurant. The Enderinia family’s brothers and sisters, who were wearing bamboo statues just like me, and Celebians greeted me with smiles. It wasn’t so bad that the distance narrowed in an instant due to yesterday’s drinking party.

“It may not suit your taste, but you’ll feel more comfortable after eating it, so let’s eat at least a little bit.”

Saying that, I smiled heartily when I saw the clear soup in the bowl that my wife Himir gave me.

“It looks very delicious. I will eat well.”

What was placed in front of my eyes was bean sprout soup itself, with no visual or smell.

When I ate it with a spoon, there were differences in details, but the taste was similar. In the kingdom, people who don’t eat because they look bad were among the most abundant ingredients.

It was so friendly that I forgot even the pain of a hangover, and after finishing the two bowls, I got up with Celebian and headed to the blacksmith with experience in 1354.

I hope you are a normal person.