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I will use the smallest glasses in our house and carve out the literature. It is still soft, so you will be able to carve it only with the force of your hand without the use of hammers.

I think I can probably carve it with a knife, but it is simply so small that I need to use the right tools.

The carving literature is saya-shaped. It seems to be connected to a rhomboid shape, which has the effect of wishing the house prosperity and longevity.

I've been saying this for a long time, but even if it means different things, I decided that "constantly“ seemed appropriate for wedding rings.

... I think it's probably ok, but should I just check it before work?

When I showed everyone the Saya-shaped text in the extra space of the paper, there was nothing like catching it with the wax.

There was a World War II in the previous world, and I was sure that it would be okay because it wasn't a problem, but in this world, the text symbolizes death, and so on, it needs to be changed.

Now that I know there's no problem, I'm finally getting to work. If you put extra effort into it, the ring will collapse, so don't let it happen.

It is a direct workmanship on metal, I guess, I understand how much power to use with cheats.

I gently put my glasses on and slowly carve the shape. I had applied it to my sword when I had done some sculptures, so I didn't have to be as cautious as I am now, but this time I am desperately controlling my trembling fingertips.

Knowing where to dig and how to run it smoothly is another story.

Conversely, there are places around here where I can improve with my own level (the very concept of level is not even in this world… but it should be).

Whatever it is, I'm sure it's done making it whey and just not funny, and the occasional work that I find difficult is a good one.

I also know that if it lasts too long, it will get rough.

Chilli and the potato worm eat the leaves of the tree and proceed with the glasses as fast as possible. It is a very valuable material, so I also pick the scraps carved with the glasses with my fingers each time and throw them into smaller containers.

It was originally bought to keep the newly bought seasonings in small pieces, but now it is a treasure pot that holds a thousand gold items, as the peppers of the previous world did.

The collected Megistium scraps can be reused for every magic I put into making my daughter-in-law's share, and it's going to end up being quite a lot, so that should be a good price.

Even to the extent that you don't have a cup of earring that you've picked and put in a container now, on the outside side of the city, the other week or two is well worth living at your leisure.

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I don't feel like throwing something like that on a boulder as just a scrap, let alone a choro. Let's make sure I can give it back to you.

Because I'm a tough artisan.

It took me about evening to finally finish carving the literature. I am totally tired of my eyes and am coming slightly to my hips. This is as far as cheats and nothing can be done.

I got up and, um, stretched out. Not making disturbing noises from around your hips is a rejuvenating boon, albeit thirty?

Keeping your head down with your left hand and slapping a ton of hips with your right hand,

"Kind of smells like an old man"

and he gets stuck by Thermia, who seems to have been nearby.

I was focused on the work and didn't realize it, but everyone was already done cleaning it up, and Deanna and Anne were just about to leave with the wooden sword in their hands.

"Well, it's because I'm a jerk... There's going to be rattles everywhere."

I'll give it back, honestly, with my shoulders glued around, laughing bitterly. The body is thirty, but the contents are forty. It seems that the motion that stained me is hard to get out of it.

I wonder if it would be a recoil for what I was focusing on and working on. It doesn't make any noise, but it feels tight.

I guess I thought they would argue a little more, Thermia looked a little surprised.

But soon, when you look outraged,

"Nah, I'm telling you something pathetic! We still have a long way to go!

Bassin and I got slapped in the back. Honestly, it hurts, but that kind of makes me feel like I'm in the mood.

"Right, we have to work hard tomorrow"

"Ooh."

When I gasped Samya's head, she had a full smile.

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