Chapter 113: 113 Craftsman's tools

And although I tried to stick it out, there's no way I have a job even though the crusaders are still leaving. Tell your old man, he might as well have slept until after noon.

I'm kind of sick of saying I'm going to sleep twice now... and there's almost nothing I can do to help at this time just before I leave when I say I'm going to help you with something.

So, if so, it would be a good idea to finish the spear tip rolling unnoticeably in the corner of the outpost and make it a prep exercise. That's what I decided and started igniting the charcoal left over from yesterday's work.

The fire was burning, so I manipulated Huigo to send the wind. When the fire turns enough, heat the tip of the spear I brought sneaking out of the corner. Add charcoal, operate the fuigo, and increase the temperature.

The temperature has risen enough, so I take it out, beat it with a hammer, and shape it. I'm not even going to give this to anyone, so I'm doing it the way I make a bespoke model, but I'm pretty sure this one has less magic than the black forest with the workshop headquarters. They'll bottom-up their abilities, but they don't seem to perform enough to make them over there.

As for making the knife in the same way, it feels like saying that the whole table can be cut off at the head office, but at the outpost, it ends up eating 1/3 of the knife. Still, it's good enough performance.

That's how I work, a soldier brought me two barrels of charcoal for about four. It was early out there, but Miss Frederica shouldn't be that busy yet either. If everyone returns from the crusade, the lid of Hell's Cauldron will open then, though.

"Oh, excuse me. It would be fine if you could keep it next to the barrel there.

"Okay.

The soldiers left when they put the barrel down. The troops would have gone to the cave already, so they must be the ones left as escorts. It's possible you've shredded your break. I'm just a little guilty thinking about it, but let's get the young man "Straw" to work fully. I try to get back to work with such black (black) thoughts on my mind.

There, a dumb, big voice came along with the source.

"Eizo! They're here to see my knife!

It's Sandro's favorite. No, you said yourself I would yesterday. Don't get oblivious when you get older.

"Aye.

I reply without even giving a bite what I had completely forgotten. Two knives were given to me. It is in the form of two large and small cow knives. Young people's shapes were much the same, but they were two smaller ones and one bigger one, so I guess the bigger ones aren't something to use all the time either.

"Right, I think it'll be over in half an hour.

I said as I checked the two knives. That's a good one. Care is almost perfect. Good craftsmen are top notch in the tools themselves, but their care is also top notch. My arms, my hands and my fingertips are the same.

Things When it comes to just taking care of knives, there may be a part of you that surpasses Like.

"Do you mind if I take a look at that?

The old man asks in a rare, not very loud voice (which means he's still a big voice). The lack of feeling that I said "naughty" stems from your stature and the size of your voice.

"Nothing, but it could be boring, you know?

"Hey, I was hoping it would help when I took care of it.

I see. I didn't originally have a reason to say no, but if I were to say so, I'd have less and less reason to say no. I accepted your request.

"I'll slap you to adjust a little, but don't be surprised.

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"Oops."

I'll say no to the old man for once. It's boring when you hit me all of a sudden and it hurts my mood.

If you put the knife on the gold floor and check it with cheats, it must be at the hands of a skilled craftsman, it's quite something.

If even accidental magic is like caging, then magic is not caged because it becomes sharp, but beaten with care so as to fix slight distortions and tissue fragmentation, but without changing its shape. Cheetah is the only one who can say this.

No heating is carried out in this operation. From what I've seen, the baking is in there, so if it heats up now, it won't be a small hour's work.

That's how they both took distortion and tissue fragmentation. It will be as good as a luxury model from what we say in our workshop.

"Ha."

When the work was done that far, the old man raised his admiration.

"You have no idea what you're doing.

"Well, this task does. It's not within the scope of normal care. Even I have no idea what the ladies are doing with the cooking.

"Right.

There's actually more separation than different professions, and even a coarse blacksmith probably won't know what I was doing, but I'll tell you that. The old man trusted me honestly.

"I think you can tell from this.

"Whoa."

The grinding itinerary will be scattered with care, and you may not know the details, but you will generally know what you are doing.

I grind more slowly than usual. Using cheats, of course, to make it more sharp. Basically, it's an angle issue, but I think the sharpness has improved even if I grind it normally for what I just adjusted.

This was also well maintained, so it didn't take long. With your skill, you won't have enough problems caring for yourself to use.

"Hey, this is the end of Shima. I feel like I've seen it, and I think it's enough to take care of your old man.

Pass two finished knives to the old man.

"Oh, I'm sorry.

"Now you can make me a delicious meal.

"I'll take care of you!

Always with more and bigger voices, that's what the old man promised me.

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