Chapter 16: It's night and all the fuss.
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I receive a knife from Kamshin as Kusara tries to put a split leather shield on two with half a cry.
The knife illuminated by the pine lights emits a glow whose ingredients do not seem like trees.
I was curious. I stood next to Kusara and touched the leather shield.
"Hold on a second."
"To?"
Repair the leather shield with production magic on the side with confused kusara. Connected and fused to make the shield even stronger than earlier.
As he sees it, it takes its original shape, and Xala puts up her shield with a radiant smile.
"Oh!? Ooh, ooh!? Fixed! My shield! Oak Knight's premium leather shield is fixed!?
Kusara said, "Hyah ho!" He nodded joyfully as he jumped up, and I turned my eyes to Till.
"Hang up a bit. Because it's good at the end."
"Huh!? So, but I'm so happy that it's not normal..."
"I'll fix it later, it's okay"
When I tell him so, Till gently shakes his axe, whining about "Yes, will you be all right?"
Pretty light because the original is wood. So the axe, which shook gently, also passed in front of Kusara at medium speed.
"To?"
Some of the severed leather shield falls to the ground in front of Kusara, who tilts his neck as he raises the question mark.
"Oh, that's amazing. How'd it go, how did it feel?"
When asked so, Till blinked his eyes and showed the axe here.
"Or I don't feel anything. Something felt like stroking a dripping thread with a stick..."
"Heh. That's amazing. But I guess if I don't grind it, the sharpness will deteriorate gradually. It's a tree."
Having such a conversation, I feel pressure from behind and turn around.
"Heh, Master Van...!? Oh, what about my shield!? My shield spat again, spat whoa whoa!?
mourning and grieving Kusara. When I saw it, I turned my eyes to this one like Till or Camsin would accuse me of.
"No, I'll fix it, okay? I was gonna fix it."
My shoulders are getting narrower. That's what I said. I grip the leather shield that Kusara has in two. I look at Kusara's sad eyes and my conscience hurts from the boulder.
"Because I'll make you stronger than before"
Repair it while strengthening it thoroughly. Then Kusara's eyes regained the light again.
"Yay...! A leather shield made of the back and shoulder skin of my oak knight...!
I nod softly at Kusara, who raises the roar of joy. Congratulations, congratulations.
"Hey, what's all the fuss?"
"Is that it, Master Van?
"Who is it, who makes noise? What are you doing?"
And because of the noise Kusara made, Orto, Pluriel, and Dee woke up. Several villagers can see their faces coming out of the house.
"You woke me up. Sorry."
Apologizing, Dee noticed me and waved.
"No, no, there's no problem. But what are you doing at this late hour?"
Dee looked at our faces one by one and said so. Then Kamsin shows him the knife and heads towards Dee.
"Dear Dee! Look at this!
When Kamsin let him hoist his knife, Dee received the knife and looked at the blade part jizzily.
"Mmm, interesting shape inside. But wouldn't it be so thin that if you hit a shield or armor, it would break? Besides, I don't even know what the material is. Is that a Warcraft bone?
Dee seems to have attracted a lot of interest, looking around with the knife up and down.
"Master Van made this."
When Camsin said so, Dee narrowed her eyes in surprise and delight.
"Holy shit! That's... I've never seen a song sword this brilliant. It would be a good piece of equipment if it was made of metal next time. That's Mr. Van."
He was a face dee like his grandfather who watched and praised his summer vacation workmanship, but Kamsin swells his cheeks at the content of that dialogue.
"Dear Dee, this is an incomparable weapon, such as the sword there."
Dee snorted, laughing like trouble, at Kamsin, who was quietly angry.
"Oh, right. Anyway, it's a weapon that Master Van built out of his hand. It must be the supreme weapon."
Kamsin nods back satisfactorily to Dee, who agrees with his forgiving voice. Obviously, the real deal seemed to be something else, but Camsin didn't seem to notice.
And Pluriel looks at us and opens his mouth.
"What are you doing late at night? It's bedtime, isn't it?
"Fool. Disrespectful, Pluriel"
Is it hypotensive, or Olt panics to the grumpy pulliers? But I didn't mind apologizing from myself for that.
"I'm sorry I'm late at night. In the meantime, if you have time, try to consolidate the protection of the village. It's just another reason to make a scene."
With that said, everyone turns to the eyes of suspicion.
"Why, even though there's no light?
"How do you think Master Van will strengthen his defenses?
"Oh, do you pile stones?
And they all say things. Oh, isn't everyone fooling around? You're gonna get mad, me too.
"I'm here to see if I can do something."
A little musty, I headed towards the gate.
"Oh, no! I'm impressed with that mindset! It's true!? However, there is not much work that Master Van can do..."
Leaving Dee alone, I stand in front of the gates of the year. It's a gate that looks like a combination of round-tails, but it seems sturdy.
Check its making and put your hands on the surface of the gate. The material is wood, and it seems to be going to feel the same way when making wood blocks.
However, I was concerned about the word "weight" Dee had just said.
Indeed, weapons such as swords, spears and axes, which I hadn't really thought about, also use their own weight to increase their power. A weapon aimed at a steep point such as the neck could be light, but it would also have to be considered what would otherwise be just the right weight.
So, how about the door? It would be nice to have a door to the house, but this is a defense imperative that holds back enemy incursions.
First of all, this is all I have, but later, I'll make you a heavy double-open door of metal. Well, maybe metals consume more magic than trees, but this feeling would also make it possible to make them gradually.
And with that in mind, he shapes the door so that he rubs the clay. Originally, if fragmented trees were joined together by magic, they would eventually become much more robust material than a single tree.
"Dear Van...? What the hell...?
I hear Dee from behind, but I'm still a little angry, so I won't get back to you.
"... Ok, done"
That's right, squeal, face up. Then there was a bigger, more luxurious door than before. The decorations use the Marquis family crest and imitate the behemoth.
The hinged part was wrapped in a cover and the handles were made into bars so that several people could open and close together. The key is both reinforcement and still ". This one was a tree too, but it's getting much smaller so I'll bring some wood blocks later to reinforce it.
Looking back at it with that in mind, everyone looked round at this one. Till and Kamsin are good at watching everyone's sides and grinning.
"... I wonder who's better. Shall I make it Mr. Ort? Hey, try cutting this door with a sword. I can fix it, I don't care. I'll do everything I can."
Saying so and walking away from the door, Ort hesitates to take out his sword and look at this one's face.
"Is that good?
"See if you can defend it."
"... ok"
That's the answer, Ort pulled out his sword and put it on the upper stage.
And wave it down with the temper.
"Shh!"
Legs open back and forth and lower back drops, arm swings. It's a very powerful shake down where. Marutai around there would definitely be two straight.
But Ort's sword, which hit the door, was played with a hard metal sound.
I turn to the door, holding my ear against the fierce sound of the air.
He checked the surface of the door sideways with a glistening ortho, and found a scratch on a portion of the top.
"... mmm. I got a scratch. I knew trees weren't the ingredient."
When you say that dissatisfied and sigh, faces that didn't move like time had stopped approaching the door with great momentum.
"No, no, no, no!
"Hey, what!? The wooden door played the Ort sword!?
"Is this really a tree?!?
"Master Van!? This is, uh, hey... Master Van!?
The scene panicked lightly.
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I receive a knife from Kamshin as Kusara tries to put a split leather shield on two with half a cry.
The knife illuminated by the pine lights emits a glow whose ingredients do not seem like trees.
I was curious. I stood next to Kusara and touched the leather shield.
"Hold on a second."
"To?"
Repair the leather shield with production magic on the side with confused kusara. Connected and fused to make the shield even stronger than earlier.
As he sees it, it takes its original shape, and Xala puts up her shield with a radiant smile.
"Oh!? Ooh, ooh!? Fixed! My shield! Oak Knight's premium leather shield is fixed!?
Kusara said, "Hyah ho!" He nodded joyfully as he jumped up, and I turned my eyes to Till.
"Hang up a bit. Because it's good at the end."
"Huh!? So, but I'm so happy that it's not normal..."
"I'll fix it later, it's okay"
When I tell him so, Till gently shakes his axe, whining about "Yes, will you be all right?"
Pretty light because the original is wood. So the axe, which shook gently, also passed in front of Kusara at medium speed.
"To?"
Some of the severed leather shield falls to the ground in front of Kusara, who tilts his neck as he raises the question mark.
"Oh, that's amazing. How'd it go, how did it feel?"
When asked so, Till blinked his eyes and showed the axe here.
"Or I don't feel anything. Something felt like stroking a dripping thread with a stick..."
"Heh. That's amazing. But I guess if I don't grind it, the sharpness will deteriorate gradually. It's a tree."
Having such a conversation, I feel pressure from behind and turn around.
"Heh, Master Van...!? Oh, what about my shield!? My shield spat again, spat whoa whoa!?
mourning and grieving Kusara. When I saw it, I turned my eyes to this one like Till or Camsin would accuse me of.
"No, I'll fix it, okay? I was gonna fix it."
My shoulders are getting narrower. That's what I said. I grip the leather shield that Kusara has in two. I look at Kusara's sad eyes and my conscience hurts from the boulder.
"Because I'll make you stronger than before"
Repair it while strengthening it thoroughly. Then Kusara's eyes regained the light again.
"Yay...! A leather shield made of the back and shoulder skin of my oak knight...!
I nod softly at Kusara, who raises the roar of joy. Congratulations, congratulations.
"Hey, what's all the fuss?"
"Is that it, Master Van?
"Who is it, who makes noise? What are you doing?"
And because of the noise Kusara made, Orto, Pluriel, and Dee woke up. Several villagers can see their faces coming out of the house.
"You woke me up. Sorry."
Apologizing, Dee noticed me and waved.
"No, no, there's no problem. But what are you doing at this late hour?"
Dee looked at our faces one by one and said so. Then Kamsin shows him the knife and heads towards Dee.
"Dear Dee! Look at this!
When Kamsin let him hoist his knife, Dee received the knife and looked at the blade part jizzily.
"Mmm, interesting shape inside. But wouldn't it be so thin that if you hit a shield or armor, it would break? Besides, I don't even know what the material is. Is that a Warcraft bone?
Dee seems to have attracted a lot of interest, looking around with the knife up and down.
"Master Van made this."
When Camsin said so, Dee narrowed her eyes in surprise and delight.
"Holy shit! That's... I've never seen a song sword this brilliant. It would be a good piece of equipment if it was made of metal next time. That's Mr. Van."
He was a face dee like his grandfather who watched and praised his summer vacation workmanship, but Kamsin swells his cheeks at the content of that dialogue.
"Dear Dee, this is an incomparable weapon, such as the sword there."
Dee snorted, laughing like trouble, at Kamsin, who was quietly angry.
"Oh, right. Anyway, it's a weapon that Master Van built out of his hand. It must be the supreme weapon."
Kamsin nods back satisfactorily to Dee, who agrees with his forgiving voice. Obviously, the real deal seemed to be something else, but Camsin didn't seem to notice.
And Pluriel looks at us and opens his mouth.
"What are you doing late at night? It's bedtime, isn't it?
"Fool. Disrespectful, Pluriel"
Is it hypotensive, or Olt panics to the grumpy pulliers? But I didn't mind apologizing from myself for that.
"I'm sorry I'm late at night. In the meantime, if you have time, try to consolidate the protection of the village. It's just another reason to make a scene."
With that said, everyone turns to the eyes of suspicion.
"Why, even though there's no light?
"How do you think Master Van will strengthen his defenses?
"Oh, do you pile stones?
And they all say things. Oh, isn't everyone fooling around? You're gonna get mad, me too.
"I'm here to see if I can do something."
A little musty, I headed towards the gate.
"Oh, no! I'm impressed with that mindset! It's true!? However, there is not much work that Master Van can do..."
Leaving Dee alone, I stand in front of the gates of the year. It's a gate that looks like a combination of round-tails, but it seems sturdy.
Check its making and put your hands on the surface of the gate. The material is wood, and it seems to be going to feel the same way when making wood blocks.
However, I was concerned about the word "weight" Dee had just said.
Indeed, weapons such as swords, spears and axes, which I hadn't really thought about, also use their own weight to increase their power. A weapon aimed at a steep point such as the neck could be light, but it would also have to be considered what would otherwise be just the right weight.
So, how about the door? It would be nice to have a door to the house, but this is a defense imperative that holds back enemy incursions.
First of all, this is all I have, but later, I'll make you a heavy double-open door of metal. Well, maybe metals consume more magic than trees, but this feeling would also make it possible to make them gradually.
And with that in mind, he shapes the door so that he rubs the clay. Originally, if fragmented trees were joined together by magic, they would eventually become much more robust material than a single tree.
"Dear Van...? What the hell...?
I hear Dee from behind, but I'm still a little angry, so I won't get back to you.
"... Ok, done"
That's right, squeal, face up. Then there was a bigger, more luxurious door than before. The decorations use the Marquis family crest and imitate the behemoth.
The hinged part was wrapped in a cover and the handles were made into bars so that several people could open and close together. The key is both reinforcement and still ". This one was a tree too, but it's getting much smaller so I'll bring some wood blocks later to reinforce it.
Looking back at it with that in mind, everyone looked round at this one. Till and Kamsin are good at watching everyone's sides and grinning.
"... I wonder who's better. Shall I make it Mr. Ort? Hey, try cutting this door with a sword. I can fix it, I don't care. I'll do everything I can."
Saying so and walking away from the door, Ort hesitates to take out his sword and look at this one's face.
"Is that good?
"See if you can defend it."
"... ok"
That's the answer, Ort pulled out his sword and put it on the upper stage.
And wave it down with the temper.
"Shh!"
Legs open back and forth and lower back drops, arm swings. It's a very powerful shake down where. Marutai around there would definitely be two straight.
But Ort's sword, which hit the door, was played with a hard metal sound.
I turn to the door, holding my ear against the fierce sound of the air.
He checked the surface of the door sideways with a glistening ortho, and found a scratch on a portion of the top.
"... mmm. I got a scratch. I knew trees weren't the ingredient."
When you say that dissatisfied and sigh, faces that didn't move like time had stopped approaching the door with great momentum.
"No, no, no, no!
"Hey, what!? The wooden door played the Ort sword!?
"Is this really a tree?!?
"Master Van!? This is, uh, hey... Master Van!?
The scene panicked lightly.
I receive a knife from Kamshin as Kusara tries to put a split leather shield on two with half a cry.The knife illuminated by the pine lights emits a glow whose ingredients do not seem like trees.I was curious. I stood next to Kusara and touched the leather shield."Hold on a second.""To?"Repair the leather shield with production magic on the side with confused kusara. Connected and fused to make the shield even stronger than earlier.As he sees it, it takes its original shape, and Xala puts up her shield with a radiant smile."Oh!? Ooh, ooh!? Fixed! My shield! Oak Knight's premium leather shield is fixed!? Kusara said, "Hyah ho!" He nodded joyfully as he jumped up, and I turned my eyes to Till."Hang up a bit. Because it's good at the end.""Huh!? So, but I'm so happy that it's not normal...""I'll fix it later, it's okay"When I tell him so, Till gently shakes his axe, whining about "Yes, will you be all right?"Pretty light because the original is wood. So the axe, which shook gently, also passed in front of Kusara at medium speed."To?"Some of the severed leather shield falls to the ground in front of Kusara, who tilts his neck as he raises the question mark."Oh, that's amazing. How'd it go, how did it feel?"When asked so, Till blinked his eyes and showed the axe here."Or I don't feel anything. Something felt like stroking a dripping thread with a stick...""Heh. That's amazing. But I guess if I don't grind it, the sharpness will deteriorate gradually. It's a tree."Having such a conversation, I feel pressure from behind and turn around."Heh, Master Van...!? Oh, what about my shield!? My shield spat again, spat whoa whoa!? mourning and grieving Kusara. When I saw it, I turned my eyes to this one like Till or Camsin would accuse me of."No, I'll fix it, okay? I was gonna fix it."My shoulders are getting narrower. That's what I said. I grip the leather shield that Kusara has in two. I look at Kusara's sad eyes and my conscience hurts from the boulder."Because I'll make you stronger than before"Repair it while strengthening it thoroughly. Then Kusara's eyes regained the light again."Yay...! A leather shield made of the back and shoulder skin of my oak knight...! I nod softly at Kusara, who raises the roar of joy. Congratulations, congratulations."Hey, what's all the fuss?""Is that it, Master Van? "Who is it, who makes noise? What are you doing?"And because of the noise Kusara made, Orto, Pluriel, and Dee woke up. Several villagers can see their faces coming out of the house."You woke me up. Sorry."Apologizing, Dee noticed me and waved."No, no, there's no problem. But what are you doing at this late hour?"Dee looked at our faces one by one and said so. Then Kamsin shows him the knife and heads towards Dee."Dear Dee! Look at this! When Kamsin let him hoist his knife, Dee received the knife and looked at the blade part jizzily."Mmm, interesting shape inside. But wouldn't it be so thin that if you hit a shield or armor, it would break? Besides, I don't even know what the material is. Is that a Warcraft bone? Dee seems to have attracted a lot of interest, looking around with the knife up and down."Master Van made this."When Camsin said so, Dee narrowed her eyes in surprise and delight."Holy shit! That's... I've never seen a song sword this brilliant. It would be a good piece of equipment if it was made of metal next time. That's Mr. Van."He was a face dee like his grandfather who watched and praised his summer vacation workmanship, but Kamsin swells his cheeks at the content of that dialogue."Dear Dee, this is an incomparable weapon, such as the sword there."Dee snorted, laughing like trouble, at Kamsin, who was quietly angry."Oh, right. Anyway, it's a weapon that Master Van built out of his hand. It must be the supreme weapon."Kamsin nods back satisfactorily to Dee, who agrees with his forgiving voice. Obviously, the real deal seemed to be something else, but Camsin didn't seem to notice.And Pluriel looks at us and opens his mouth."What are you doing late at night? It's bedtime, isn't it? "Fool. Disrespectful, Pluriel"Is it hypotensive, or Olt panics to the grumpy pulliers? But I didn't mind apologizing from myself for that."I'm sorry I'm late at night. In the meantime, if you have time, try to consolidate the protection of the village. It's just another reason to make a scene."With that said, everyone turns to the eyes of suspicion."Why, even though there's no light? "How do you think Master Van will strengthen his defenses? "Oh, do you pile stones? And they all say things. Oh, isn't everyone fooling around? You're gonna get mad, me too."I'm here to see if I can do something."A little musty, I headed towards the gate."Oh, no! I'm impressed with that mindset! It's true!? However, there is not much work that Master Van can do..."Leaving Dee alone, I stand in front of the gates of the year. It's a gate that looks like a combination of round-tails, but it seems sturdy.Check its making and put your hands on the surface of the gate. The material is wood, and it seems to be going to feel the same way when making wood blocks.However, I was concerned about the word "weight" Dee had just said.Indeed, weapons such as swords, spears and axes, which I hadn't really thought about, also use their own weight to increase their power. A weapon aimed at a steep point such as the neck could be light, but it would also have to be considered what would otherwise be just the right weight.So, how about the door? It would be nice to have a door to the house, but this is a defense imperative that holds back enemy incursions.First of all, this is all I have, but later, I'll make you a heavy double-open door of metal. Well, maybe metals consume more magic than trees, but this feeling would also make it possible to make them gradually.And with that in mind, he shapes the door so that he rubs the clay. Originally, if fragmented trees were joined together by magic, they would eventually become much more robust material than a single tree."Dear Van...? What the hell...? I hear Dee from behind, but I'm still a little angry, so I won't get back to you."... Ok, done"That's right, squeal, face up. Then there was a bigger, more luxurious door than before. The decorations use the Marquis family crest and imitate the behemoth.The hinged part was wrapped in a cover and the handles were made into bars so that several people could open and close together. The key is both reinforcement and still ". This one was a tree too, but it's getting much smaller so I'll bring some wood blocks later to reinforce it.Looking back at it with that in mind, everyone looked round at this one. Till and Kamsin are good at watching everyone's sides and grinning."... I wonder who's better. Shall I make it Mr. Ort? Hey, try cutting this door with a sword. I can fix it, I don't care. I'll do everything I can."Saying so and walking away from the door, Ort hesitates to take out his sword and look at this one's face."Is that good? "See if you can defend it.""... ok"That's the answer, Ort pulled out his sword and put it on the upper stage.And wave it down with the temper."Shh!"Legs open back and forth and lower back drops, arm swings. It's a very powerful shake down where. Marutai around there would definitely be two straight.But Ort's sword, which hit the door, was played with a hard metal sound.I turn to the door, holding my ear against the fierce sound of the air.He checked the surface of the door sideways with a glistening ortho, and found a scratch on a portion of the top."... mmm. I got a scratch. I knew trees weren't the ingredient."When you say that dissatisfied and sigh, faces that didn't move like time had stopped approaching the door with great momentum."No, no, no, no! "Hey, what!? The wooden door played the Ort sword!? "Is this really a tree?!? "Master Van!? This is, uh, hey... Master Van!? The scene panicked lightly.
