The next day, Ataru and the others were waiting at the Browns Workshop in the morning. The purpose, of course, was to respond if the nobles came yesterday.
"Sorry......"
Brown apologized blushing as he felt sorry for involving Atal even now. Not more hectic than usual. Brown only looks smaller than usual.
"No, you're here to get involved from me, so you don't have to worry about it. Yeah, I don't really like that kind of guy who wields power and pushes things around."
Atar, who rented part of the workshop, replies as he grinds the knife.
"Well... when you get there, you should use this stone"
Having regained his feelings a little, Brown was providing guidance on sharpening his claws. You seem to distract tension by doing something close to normal.
"Dear Atal, I'm here."
I found someone coming. Caro turns around and looks back. She had no visitors to this workshop, or even more, had been watching near windows and so forth as the nobles arrived. Balkias was also helping Caro with a prior sign perception.
"Well, I'll see you later, then"
Atal, who raised his face once to Caro's voice, stood up when he put the knife on a desk nearby.
"... you can leave it to me, right?
Atal nodded with a smile against the hard-eyed brown asking the question again.
"I'm not gonna do anything wrong, so leave it to me."
In a mild tone, Atal pounded Brown's shoulder, then turned his gaze at the entrance to the workplace, giving him a harsh look.
"Hmm? Isn't this yesterday's adventurer? The fact that you're here again means you're gonna stick your neck in this thing, right?
Dens, a nobleman who had just stepped into the workplace at that time, asks Atar questions with an invincible grin. Behind it came many knights this time.
"Well, that's the thing. Instead, I should have been the main one in this case. You can't just push it into a workplace that's a sanctuary for craftsmen and take the form of a threat."
Dens makes a strange look when he hears Atal speaking while pointing his gaze at the Dens, who just say he's in trouble.
"... What do you mean, I demand an explanation of the first half as I leave the second half unattended for now"
I thought something was wrong. Dens has asked Atal again with a harsh look rather than a serious look.
"I checked first, is this the material you're looking for okay?
Without answering his question, Atal returned the question to Dens with Xuanbu's armor in his hand.
"Oh, you're right... I'll tell you one thing, you don't touch it easily every time. It's the material I give away."
Dens was not comfortable that Atal had the material in his bare hands. It's as if it's already yours. It's uncomfortable.
"Oh, that's okay. I don't care how you hold this."
But Atal smiled and held the material with both hands, as if deliberately provoking Dens. And sometimes I try to treat it like it even makes me feel cluttered.
"You're telling me not to!
The first time I came here, I yelled out loud and yelled about Atal, like Dens couldn't get over it. At the same time the knights lay their hands on the sword at their hips, but it is stopped by the next word of Atal.
"So I'm telling you it's good. - This is the material I took."
Dens complains when he hears that. The knights who refrain behind them are also amazed and solidified.
"Didn't you hear that? All this material was brought in by me. So you don't have a problem touching me like this, do you? Of course Brown has permission."
Earlier smiles lurk the ringing and a chilly glance at the Atal to Dens.
Dens couldn't believe the word that the busty young man in front of him had brought in such rare material.
But when I shed my gaze, the atmosphere was telling me from the look on Brown's and Term's faces that it was right, and I couldn't help but say no.
"Are you really just lying about whether I brought it in or not? You want to make sure of that, right? Then look at this."
Atal took the material he didn't put here from his magic back.
"This is it!
That was Xuanbu's fangs. When I heard about getting a rare material, it meant that Xuanbu's fangs were exhausted when making gear. But the fact that Atal had it showed that it was true that he was the one who brought in the material.
"Hmmm... you've often found that this is the same demonic material as this Kohlo"
It wasn't strange to imagine that if it was a fang, it belonged to the werewolf species, and if it was pounded out, it belonged to you. That's why Atal behaves unexpectedly to know why he decided so.
"I get it. It will be obvious that this is the same demon as your armor - I have an appraisal eye!
Excited to know that there are other materials besides methyl, Dens tries to reach for his fangs.
"Whoa, you said this was mine, right? I just put it out to prove that I'm the one who brought the material in, not to give it to you."
Atal quickly magically backs his fangs to take it out of Dens' sight.
"Mm, mmm... what do you want"
Dens of disgruntled expressions enlighten with the flow so far. He said that this could not be managed by aristocratic pressure and should be negotiated. And that negotiator is Atal, not Brown.
"Looks like you finally figured it out."
When I saw Dens, who just didn't yell all over me quickly, Atal found out he was just an instrumental person coming up to negotiate, and he grinned.
"Duh, what do you mean?
But the knights didn't seem to understand what the situation was, and they were still confused about how to move with their hands on the sword on their hips.
"- You can't move. This is a negotiation between me and that man."
Dens keeps a nail on the knights if they don't move poorly and bend their navels by the claws. Their knights also retreated greatly at the behest of the aristocracy.
"That's right, too.... Now, this material, but you can do it separately if you want some. Depends on the terms."
"I'll give you money! Pay as much as you like!
It was gold when it came to the best of what I could offer myself to him. Dens, who so mouthed to be bounced, had already been rolled in the palm of his atar......
"Dear Atal... Awesome"
Caro was praising him for staring with a touching look at Atal who quickly dominated the field.