Seiun wo Kakeru

Franco's gaze is very harsh.

But Age didn't take a step back.

Can you beat a man like this?

If I lose my roots, it will become an attitude and increase suspicion.

That would put us back in a bad position.

It comes down to what you tried to hold back for.

As a result of the suspicion, weapons will also be found and a happy tomorrow lost.

Then you should live quietly and not think about disobedience or anything from the start.

Age nearly shuddered, imagining a future that could be lost.

Because that was too important for Age.

I controlled my movements and looked straight at Franco.

I have a sore eye in negotiations last year.

It was made entirely convenient for the other person and I almost felt bad about the negotiations.

No, I would have actually felt bad about it.

- Bitter, memory.

But I've had a lot of experience this past year.

Yes, it's been a year.

When we embarked on a trading voyage, we took the initiative to make sure we hit the bargain.

Negotiations with Jean allowed me to take it as far as I thought it would go.

There were more families to protect, and I was ready.

I can't lose. I can't lose.

It's my turn to win this year.

The time has come to fulfill last year's snowflake.

This is a blacksmith, my own mound.

There's no way you can lose any negotiation, if you do it where you're good at it.

Age looked to Franco.

- I mean it.

"Do you know what that means? Refusing to inspect is like admitting you're willing to treason."

"Mr. Franco, I don't want you to get me wrong about treason, etc."

"What...? If there's a reason, keep going."

Franco wasn't just an angry man.

I still work my head off quickly trying to read behind the words and understand what they mean.

Naturally.

There's no way such a cheap man can wield his hot arm as an official, with blood on his head immediately.

Age trusted Franco, in terms of his abilities.

This man will never make a frivolous decision.

That's why we'll have to follow Age's words.

That's the chance.

"I am one of the obedient inhabitants of my duty. Nothing, I'm not saying you shouldn't go in at all. I just want you to take steps. Clean yourself up first. There's a river behind the blacksmith, so wash your hands and feet there, rinse your mouth, and then come in. It's a decision at the blacksmith."

What's the point of that procedure?

"It's clean. A blacksmith is equal to a shrine for our craftsmen. I don't know if you understand.... Anyway, follow these rules if you want to come in. Because it's a place where no one is in yet, except our apprentice."

Silence lasted for a while, but Age's attitude remained unchanged.

Besides, I just need you to follow the steps, and I'm not making unreasonable demands.

I'm not saying I won't let you in the blacksmith.

Just make it a little tricky.

There was no reason to leave.

The entangling gaze is so intense that sparks are likely to scatter.

Don't look away. This is the right place.

I guess I felt ready for Age, I had no choice, and Franco broke.

How am I supposed to do that?

"Please remove the dirt from your long journey. Keep your feet clean between your fingers."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Not to tarnish the sacred place of blacksmith."

Make sure Franco turns around the back, Age doesn't panic, but quickly checks inside the blacksmith.

There is no time.

Franco washes his hands and feet, rinses his mouth - how much time he can buy.

Check where the spear tip was stored.

It was bare and lay in unincorporated rows.

It was dangerous.

You'll find it as soon as it stays like this.

Now, where do you hide this?

Cold from the armor door, I heard the evil spit.

"Hey, lend me a cloth to wipe my hands and feet!

"Let's go right away. I wonder where you put it."

"Hurry up, it's cold!

In a slight hurry to the voice that has arrived, look for the cloth first.

At the same time, grab the spear tip from the delivery box.

Run your eyes.

I don't know, where can I say it's safe?

We need certainty.

"Just a moment. I'll be right there."

I just called and hid it somewhere.

Be quick and polite. Fortunately, there was no sound.

Let's go.

Making me wait too long makes me feel distrustful.

The water in the river is cold.

If autumn is also in the deepening season, its coolness will be overwhelming.

Franco politely wipes his hands and feet.

Franco, who travels on horseback from time to time, is about earthen and dusty and will not be swamped with mud. There was no big stain.

Franco, who rearranged his appearance, looked at Age as if to stare at him.

Slightly trembling.

"... is this good?"

"Yeah, enough. Let me show you around."

"Are we all going to do this?

"Even if you have visitors, you don't ask people to wait in the front door. When the disciples first entered the workplace, and when they celebrated the New Year, they did."

"What's the New Year... it's the middle of winter. Do you wash your hands and feet even though this area is covered in snow"

"Yeah, there's a god in the blacksmith."

"Unbelievable..."

Franco shook his head so he didn't understand.

In the polytheistic world, the blacksmith god is common.

In high heat, when dealing with swinging metals, you may feel the presence of God.

Or maybe I saw God in his subtlety, which brilliantly changes the sharpness with a slight temperature difference.

"Hmm. There's a narrow line of things."

"I've received orders from various places."

As soon as Franco enters the workplace, he runs his eyes in various directions.

The rarity doesn't seem to be the only thing reflected in that look.

I found myself seriously observing, trying to grasp the nature of a blacksmith.

Ask them to sit in front of the furnace for a moment and hit the fire.

"What do we have here?

"It's tools like hera and violets to be delivered to the village of Tal."

"Hmm. Do we need to make them out of iron? For example, they should have originally had bronze."

"It must be because things are different in intensity. Because with the same shape, you can make things less burdensome."

"I see."

While Franco was convinced, Age drew one box.

In the box stood the "Play" and the natter in the leather sheath, and beside the box stood the sticking natter.

Age takes Nata out of the box and gives it to Franco.

"This is what I'm going to give you next time, the promised" play "and Nata, right? Please, take it."

"Hmm, Nata? … good weight, center of gravity. What kind of strength is that?

"It's enough to slice a little wood or copper lightly."

"... is that true?

"You can even cut a thin iron plate. With one of these, you can deal with the beast, or you can cut off the beast, or the firewood. Well, if you use it in the mountains, it's versatile."

"I heard it was excellent for the story, but when I hear how it's actually used, it's incredible..."

Franco is watching you.

You're convinced, when you put it back in the sheath, Age puts it in the box and puts that box on the shelf.

"Can't we just take it home first?

"Please wait until we can collect it as a tax again because we have sharpening adjustments"

"Right. I thought the town would be happy with this, but I can't help it."

"If you give me half of it, I'll give you a lower rating."

"And this is the new development that we promised last year."

Age will be showcasing what she has made this past year.

From the carpentry tools, we started the "like", set fleas, screws, all-powerful, Xuan energy.

Even one by one, the number is enormous because the types are divided into dozens depending on the application.

Of course, I can't teach you how to use each of them in detail.

To do so, because if you are not a person in practice, you cannot understand the reason for its shape, weight, etc.

"That's an amazing number."

"There are quite a few reasons to be in that shape. It needs to be subdivided for more convenience."

When Age gives a brief explanation, Franco snorts and listens to the explanation.

That time passed for a while, and some explanation was over.

Oh man, when I thought it was something like this, Age noticed a strong gaze.

"I have to ask you something."

"... what is it?

It's not the same attitude as before.

Feeling a clear temper, Age tightened her mind.

What the hell kind of bomb statement pops up.

But no matter what they say, you can never represent upset.

Ready, done.

"I hear you made a spear."

Age's heart went wild.