Chapter 50: 50 The first step in teaching

As we were cleaning up the workplace, Thermia and Deanna returned. Were you out until this hour, and no one came, and did you have quite a lot of harvest?

"I'm home."

"Oh, Thermia and Deanna are back"

"I'm home. There's quite a lot going on around here."

"I don't live in anybody else, so I guess there's a lot left."

Thermia and Deanna have picked the ones I've seen before, like apples and tree strawberries, and this time there's a new face. It's a tough look, and if it's the world before, it looks like it's close to a fig. Then do you want to serve this fig-like thing at dinner today? I wondered if there was a lot of harvest, and I didn't take that many in general. Well, it's a waste to rot, and it's not like there's anything wrong with it.

Me and Deanna move straight to archery. I know you're tired there, but Deanna's hope made me decide to do it again today. The result was to go hand in hand, just like yesterday, and cut it off less than four and a half hours later. Exactly because you're moving badly today, and it doesn't make much sense if you can't. Deanna was about to regret it, but it's more and more impossible to talk about suddenly being strong in two or three days, so I wish I could take the time to do it. When I said that, I snorted reluctantly after a kyoton like yesterday.

Supper is the usual unfermented bread with soup and fig-like fruit. This guy has confirmed to Thermia that he can eat like this. When I get rid of dinner, I get to the fig-like one. The skin was thicker than the figs in the previous world, but it peeled by hand, and you could eat it as it was, and most importantly, the flavor was almost fig. He's never eaten Lique or Deanna before, but he seems to like it.

"This tastes delicious with a taste I've had before. Is it in the woods to say this?"

"There are no numbers, though. But as long as we eat at home, we'll be fine."

"Ho. Do you feel like having fun?"

"Right."

I see, for the time you have to come back with that, you didn't have that much harvest. But don't make me want sugar when this happens. I want to make jams and stuff to improve fruit preservation. I should have taken a good look at the sugar price at Camilo's. I've only seen it for a moment, so I don't remember the price clearly. I only remember something high there. There's a good amount of jam you can make. Talk to Camilo when things settle down.

After this, I asked Deanna about the fruit she ate in the capital. I heard from Thermia and Rike before that there is something like a watermelon, but it seems that some of them are like regular strawberries or bananas. Um, I want to give it a try. But if this settles down, too.

The next day, today, Thermia and Deanna went hunting. I still have meat, and so far I don't have to hunt one at worst, seems like a decision to make. What Deanna usually wears is clothes that feel a little elaborate, but she wore a simple one today. "I've been hunting a few times when I was in the capital," he said, "but maybe that's different from hunting here, and I don't think hunting is really a woman's preference... but was it my grandmother and daughter after all? The next time I see Mr. Marius, I'll ask him.

Me and Rike are still making knives today. Rike helps me build luxury models... or he tours. I promised yesterday. Heat the sheet metal on the fire floor, tap where there is distortion or unevenness, and make it even (if). Rike concentrates on watching what I'm looking at, where I slap, and if I don't miss every step of it. I showed it to Rike once the general distortion and unevenness had disappeared.

"I can pack this far with my current work. I can pack any more, but stop here..."

No, wait.

"No, let's do it to the end"

"Oh, is that good, parent?"

"Oh. You just have to make a minute to give it to Deanna"

"Oh, I see."

"All right, let's do it."

"Yes! Please!

I heat the sheet metal on the fire floor again, tapping any remaining distortion or unevenness and turning it off. There's hardly any more left, but if you don't crush it with guts, everything won't go away. After several fevers I repeatedly beat him, and finally everything disappeared. The surface is shining fine.

"Ultimately, we can pack this far"

Like's eyes looking at the sheet metal were sparkling. From the corner to the corner of the sheet metal I put out, I look at one of the molecules as if I'm not going to miss it. What's the difference between mine and Rike's? I'm cheesy and obviously understandable on a level, but Rike isn't. I need you to learn from here.

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Around where Rike decides he has taken a closer look, do the next task. The task of shaping. This is also where I tap with cheats and I can see how I can shape without breaking this state. Like says, "I think I hear iron." This task, too, will keep Rike's eyes peeled from my hand. I'm trying to steal everything about where to slap it.

Eventually a knife was formed. Make it look like a liqueur.

"You see?

"Yes, the quality isn't at all the same as when you showed it earlier."

"Exactly. Then I'll finish it."

"Okay."

When a shaped knife is placed in the fire floor to be quenched, the wind is sent to increase the temperature.

"I'm a little special, so if you look at the fire, you can tell the temperature is critical, but Lique might want to do it in the middle of the night."

"No, if it's a dwarf, I know what it's all about, so I'll see what I can tell."

Really? Yeah, with that said, Rike's been cooking with me for a long time.

"All right, well, watch it."

"Yes."

Lique says in a quiet voice. I seriously identify the temperature, too. The temperature went up with a jitter, to the temperature of Dompisha. I quickly remove the knife from the fire floor and it cools sharply with water.

"Temperature now."

"Yes. I think I've got it roughly. I know it takes time to make it something."

"Okay."

After this, burn back against the flame of the fire bed. The temperatures at this time also taught Rike when to concentrate and be here so that he could master them. If you don't do this, it will remain brittle.

After finishing baking, polish and grind. Seriously, grinding doesn't make sense if you fail here, either. Like watched this task as well.

"Um, maybe it's best here for a few, this"

Whether Cheetah's sensation is getting tame or just me getting used to it is pretty good work. Show Rike what you can do.

"Right...... I can barely tell the difference between you hitting me and me, but I'm sure it might be a little better this way."

I barely showed Rike the work process back then. Maybe I should have shown it then.

"Well, here's where you're going"

"Yes. I'll try my best. Parent"

"Ooh."

I smiled and prayed for the future of a young blacksmith.

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