191 190. Repeat a thousand years ago.txt (2/2)

I tried to ask her that while Lord wasn't there, but I quickly reached the workshop and missed the timing.

''Well then, Knight Commander-sama!　Good luck with your work!

Beth had left as if to escape.

As a result, I am left alone with Mr. Raynand, who was waiting for me in the workshop. In the silence of the workshop, a Buddha-faced Mr. Raynand stared at me.

''Monk, what have you done to our granddaughter ......?''

I've always been suspicious of Beth's relationship with me. And rightly so. I'd ask my sister the same question if she'd brought a stranger to my house like she is now.

”No, I haven't done anything to her. I swear. No, really, really.

I had no choice but to answer that.

Even if they kept giving me heated looks while their faces turned red, and even if they eventually ran away at full speed, I had no choice but to answer that. I really only introduced myself.

''Hm. Don't be so frightened. I don't blame you. ...... Okay, so there's still a little (・・・・・) left (・・・・・・・).

Ha, ha ......?

I was prepared for the interrogation to continue for hours at a time. If I were in Mr. Reynand's position, I would definitely do so. But without any particular argument, he invited me to the back of the workshop.

Then I noticed that the workshop was different from yesterday.

First of all, the temperature in the room is completely different. There is a fire in the furnace on the wall and several full water troughs near it. I found myself getting a little closer to the forge I had seen in The Epic Seeker.

And I could see that the work today was not going to be easy.

'But you're a lover of things. I never thought I'd want to work here. 'I couldn't believe my ears when Lord told me yesterday,' he said. Blacksmithing is a lot harder than the boy thought, isn't it?

'I know. But I still liked it here.

This is because while getting paid, you get skills that are directly related to exploring the labyrinth. The more the skill 'Blacksmithing' grows, the more you will be able to make things for the labyrinth by yourself. It's ideal if you think of it simply as hard work to develop your physical abilities.

However, a large part of my decision was based on my intuition after seeing Reynand's personality. For some reason, I can't believe that this grandfather is a stranger.

Humph: ”......

Reynand-san sniffed at me as I said without hesitation.

Then he immediately reaches for a tool that was propped up against the wall of the workshop. He lightly holds a huge hammer, which his old body would definitely not be able to hold.

The sight of it makes me cringe.

I'm surprised, even though I know it's because of my status.

Mr. Reynand asks me, holding the hammer to his shoulder.

'Well then, let's get to work. Boy, have you ever worked as a blacksmith before?

Well, for a little while, go to ......

You can have a little of that. I'm not looking for a fix. You'll see what's in your room.

There is a door in the workshop that leads to another room. When I opened the door as I was told, I found many pots, pans, scissors and other household items left in the dimly lit room. Apparently, the room next to it is being used as a warehouse.

These are the things the city people want me to fix. They have been ordered by the city folk to be repaired. Bring me some of them.

Yes, sir.

The work has already begun. He rushes into the warehouse and takes the things he was told to take at random.

After receiving the things, Reynand takes them to the furnace.

'Chores like this are the work of a monk. Well then, let's get started--

The blacksmithing begins in earnest.

Remembering the time when I helped Alibers-san before, I move. Although I don't have the assistance of dimensional magic, I think I'm becoming more perceptive than before. I read Reynand-san's thoughts, feel the flow of the entire forge, and look for what I need from the workshop.

First of all, he placed a hammer of a different size (size) and a pair of scissors (barely) for grabbing hot iron that would be replaced along the way, at a distance from Reynand-san's reach.

When Mr. Raynand saw this, he sniffed again.

I'm a little afraid of that habit because I'm not sure whether he's happy or dumbfounded.

''Hm. You seem to know a little bit about it.''

I think I got a compliment .......

I can only do what I can do to help, but ......

You know what you're doing, I won't tolerate it. --I'll do it.

Reynand-san begins to forge with powerful movements that don't match his old body.

My main goal right now is to recover my MP and save money, but I have no intention of cutting corners. As I thought earlier, I'm going to hone my skills here as much as possible.

Hence, I will continue to follow Reynand-san's movements with my eyes to avoid missing any of her techniques.

His blacksmithing skills were just as different from Alibers-san's. It was natural since the country and the era were different, but the smithing was even more different.

I'm sorry for Mr. Alibers, but it's still a matter of age. It only took a few seconds to realize that Mr. Reynand-san existed on a few levels higher than Mr. Alibers.

The first thing that surprised me was the fact that even though he was blacksmithing, his magic power was being consumed.

Every time Reynand-san swung the hammer, he could see the magic power rushing through him, even with the naked eye. If you observe closely, you can see that a magic formula has been written on the hammer. It was a hammer that was worthy of being called a magic tool.

The moment the iron and the hammer are struck together, the magic power seeps into the iron. And as if to reinforce the iron, the magic power becomes a web and sticks to it, and as soon as the iron cools down, it settles in.

It was a blacksmithing technique that was nothing short of special. No, this is already a different skill than blacksmithing.

I have the skill 'blacksmithing'. In truth, I came here with the intention of not just helping, but swinging a hammer with them. It turns out to be impossible. There is too much difference in technology. I couldn't help but be amazed at the strangeness of lost technology from a thousand years ago.

And above all, they work too fast. There's no room for error.

d*mn it!

Bring me the next one as soon as you can, boy!

I can't keep up with the skilled Reynand-san's movements. Not to mention the fact that he's not lean, but his basic status is too high. Those two things combined to create a terrifying speed.

I was covered in heavy sweat within a few minutes.

I couldn't fully prepare what Reynand-san wanted, and Reynand-san's angry voice flew over and over again. It was a nostalgic feeling. I hadn't been reprimanded like this since I started working in the tavern in the Wirth.

And naturally, his mouth loosened while working.

It's partly because I simply love my job, but more than that, it's the unexpected good fortune that makes me smile naturally.

The more skilled my neighbors are, the stronger I am. It's because I'm a 'wizard who specializes in imitation', as Rowen endorses.

I've never been so happy in conquering the labyrinth.

My competitive spirit and greed for things will be swooping in. I admired Reynand-san's skills, my heart was racing and I wanted it with all my heart.

It was the same feeling I once had when I watched Sera and Rowen's swordsmanship.

Technology that is too high is an art form. Now I can understand it, and I can follow it.

It's impossible not to smile.

That's why I desperately help Reynand-san with her blacksmithing.

The skill 'Parallel Thinking' was taken by my sister, so there is no room for thought. I just chase after it obsessively. However, it's not so much that my movements are inferior to before. Thanks to the increase in 'smarts' due to the leveling up, my judgment was clearer. There is no problem in working.

After all, the skill 'Parallel Thinking' was an extra force to be reaffirmed. Rather, it was more likely to backfire because it created an excessive amount of free space for thought, and I was thinking too much about unnecessary things.

As for the loss of the skill 'Parallel Thinking', it might be better to think of it as an enhancement rather than a weakening.

Working with Reynand-san had provided me with a good opportunity to review my own power as well as the forge.

An orange glow leaked from inside the furnace. I keep the dry wood on the stove to keep the heat flowing. I use a bellows to blow the wind through the furnace to raise the temperature as high as it will go.

The fine control of the temperature is not left to me, but I keep my concentration. This is because I can grasp the temperature of over 10,000 degrees Celsius with a decimal point if I'm one of the people who have gone through repeated hot battles. I'm sure Reynand has reached the same level. It is precisely because he has reached that level that his skill, Blacksmithing, is 3.12. A human national treasure level sense that exceeds the upper limit of an expert can tell you that he can grasp the furnace, the iron, and all the heat in the room.

Reynand strikes the mallet and dips the iron into the quenching water. The process is repeated.

The hardware in the warehouse is being repaired more and more.

At the same time, the inside of the workshop is soon covered with a large amount of dust and residue, so I sweep it up with my broom every so often. All the while, my gaze never leaves Reynand's.

A small amount of magic was used in the cooling process. Not only fire magic and water magic for simple temperature regulation, but also earth magic that acts on the strength of the iron seems to have been built up. A wide variety of magic is woven together, and a mere pot or ladle is elevated to a higher level of existence.

If it's a game, it looks like it could be called 'Kai' or '+1'.

Thinking that perhaps the name is even 'magic pot', I 'gaze' at the repaired pot.

[Reynand's Iron Pot]

A sturdy iron pot.

It has been elevated to a high level of existence by the 'Divine Iron Forge' technique.

There was some kind of legendary weapon-like annotation written on it.

And a little bit of the law of 'display' can be seen. It seems that once a certain level of technology is applied, the name of the person who has tampered with the head of the item will be attached to it.

Even though I'm a game lover, it seems that I had the good sense to refrain from adding ”revision” or ”+1” to the item.

Thus, after confirming that some of the hardware had been marked with the Reynand mark, there was a short pause. I'm not sure if I am old enough to keep swinging a hammer for a whole day.

While I was wiping off my sweat and rehydrating, I asked Reynand-san about it.

'Um, don't you make magic tools or weapons?'

Their blacksmithing skills are tremendous, but I was a little frustrated because they are all about everyday items.

''There's no ...... order for them. Even if there were, it would only be magic tools for everyday use.

'Is there no demand for weapons in this city?'

The demand was there. But where the demand is, there's no one there now.

Hearing that no one is there, I remember the castle I live in.

'Well, is that the 'Demon King's Castle' ......?'

Yeah, I'm talking about 'Vyasia Castle'.

Oh, so it's officially called Viaissia.

'They're both official names now. Don't worry about it.

Mr. Reynand gives us a little different information than Lord.

I proceed to try to find out the rest of the story.

'Does Mr. Reynand know why there is no one in that castle?

............. ...... Boy, the break is over. We'll now decide whether or not to teach it.

Uh-huh.

It is terminated without a word.

Mr. Reynand gets up and goes back to the forge.

Since I'm working, I can't continue my self-centered, useless talk, so I get up too.

Then he takes the broken hardware out of the warehouse again and we repeat the repairs.

It was a hard workload that I could be sure would have collapsed if I were at a lower level. In a workshop as hot as a dungeon, an ordinary person would not even be able to stand.

But Mr. Reynand was relentless in his efforts to work me.

He let me steal his skills, so I can't complain.

Mr. Reynand and I continued blacksmithing until the evening when the sun went down.