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Jig's story didn't go on very long.
“I don't know. ”
No, it's more accurate to say you have nothing to say.
“Didn't you say it was your child? I don't know. ”
“Oh, that doesn't make sense. A blacksmith doesn't know the information about the armor he made. I understand your curiosity. But... ”
Jig looks at the metal fragments with a strange look on his face.
“This ominous armor is not my child, even though it is my child. ”
“Can you elaborate on what you're saying? ”
He puts the sacred fragment on the table and looks at me.
“First of all, do you know how you made this armor? ”
“· · · · · · No. ”
Do you have any idea?
“This is armor made of the corpses of the demons. ”
“The corpses of the demons? ”
This was a nonsense again.
“Approximately 100 · · · or maybe 300. Anyway, Marcin brought a large body to Murkheim. And on the spot. ”
Jig's brow frowns.
Leville, who was listening quietly next to him, became nauseous with a vague look, whether he was contemplating the moment.
“Compressed.”
“Uweeeeeeeek!”
At that moment, Levil spills out his motorcycle.
“Levil! I'm sorry. He's still got it. ”
Jig yells in panic.
“That's okay, you can use cleaning armor. ”
Gia looks at Levil with a sad look on her face. Pity for Levil, who squeezes his head to the ground and makes a fool of himself.
“Huff, huff · · · · · · ·. ”
After about a minute of wasted nausea, Leville finally calmed down.
Wipe off the mouth covered in gastric juice and raise your head. More parched complexion, reddish-blooded eyes.
I wonder what kind of scenery made me feel like that just by thinking about it.
“I'm sorry. ”
Levil apologizes with a trembling voice. I'm making a face that thinks, ”What is this inference?”
“No. I'll clean it up, first. ”
Gia points the ring she's wearing in the stop in the direction of the vomit. And then...
“Clean.”
Along with a simple shout, the vomit dissolves quickly and dissipates into the air.
“I'll bring you some cold water. ”
“Please.”
So Jia went out of the room again with a small baptism.
“You've made an inference. Apologize again. ”
“I'm really okay. Don't worry too much. ”
I looked at Levil, still trembling.
“How terrible it must have been. It's roughly imaginative. ”
“ · · · · · ·. ”
Jig's glabella frowns in disgust.
“Here. Cold water. ”
Gia brings the cold water out in front of the two.
The two immediately entered the cold water.
“Phew. Thank you. ”
“· · · · · · Thank you. ”
Leville and Jig take a light breath, feeling a little better.
“Then we'll talk again. Anyway, that's how Margie's aggregates were born. ”
Agglomerates of Magi with hundreds of corpses.
“The worst agglomerates forged by Marcin. ”
“· · · · · It gives me goose bumps just hearing it. ”
I can't even imagine.
Oh, this is horrible.
“Marcin put the agglomerates in the furnace. Just like the mysterious metal he brought. ”
Armor forged by putting creatures in a furnace. Like Emile Jong?
“and told us. ”
- Make a bell out of the metal that was born in this furnace. As soon as possible.
Bell.
The sacred substance of the drink is a form of species.
“And over the course of two months, we succeeded in forming that metal into a species. It was the hardest job I've ever done. ”
“Does that mean you're mentally challenged? ”
They made armor out of metal made of corpses.
You may have been hit mentally.
“Both. Mentally, physically. The black metal that was born in Marcin's hand was more sensitive and abrasive than any other metal I've ever dealt with. ”
Jig kicks his tongue.
I feel sorry for him.
“If it weren't for that situation, you'd be thrilled to be dealing with that metal. · · · · · · · ”
Jig sighs loudly.
“Anyway, in just two months, we were able to make the species that Marcin asked for. And I checked the information immediately. ”
“What did it say? ”
“Unknown. Unknown. Unable to read. Unable to verify. No authority. It varies among the factions we've identified, but no one has been able to verify the armor's information. ”
“Yes. I checked, but I couldn't confirm. ”
Levil supports Jig's words as if he were sympathetic.
“So you're saying you don't know anything. ”
“I didn't know anything. The name on the item information was registered as normal. ”
“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. That's why you claim to be a holy relic of drinking. ”
“Precisely.”
Jig nods.
“Next is what we talked about. There were only a thousand left, and Ragnarok broke out in the process. And now.”
“· · · · · · Right. ”
That's how it goes.
“You must have been traumatized. Thank you for telling me. ”
“What. An alliance must not be hidden.” Hahaha! ”
Jig grins softly.
However, everyone here could see that the smile was not from the heart.
“Do you have any more questions? ”
“Yes, nothing. ”
“I see. Then we'll go back.” I'll go back and give you the good news and get ready to move this way. ”
Jig gets up from his seat.
Leville followed him.
“The coordinates for Murkheim's location are here. ”
Jig handed me a note. A paper containing the code of the dimensional coordinates used for the coordinate designation of teleport magic.
What's this left surface? It's North Korea, right?
“It's right above you. ”
“Well, I used to live in a bigger place, but with fewer brushes. Previously, it was difficult to maintain a small number of people, so we moved. ”
“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”
It's like the aftermath of a thousand to 100.
“Very well. I'll send a meet from here.” Gia, can I ask you a favor? ”
“Yes, leave it. ”
* * *
After the Dwarves disappeared.
Like two people and Barton Touch, Maden came home late in the morning.
“Ow! Ow! Fuck you, Alan! You could have met her if you hadn't made that mistake! ”
“Sister, if you blame it on me. ”
Maden was frenzied.
I was annoyed by the opportunity to meet a dwarf.
Maden is a family of artisans.