Madman in a Fantasy World

20. Amsalza

Today’s MVP.

popcorn.

It wasn’t Luna’s haste buff, it wasn’t the Iron Horn that provided me with something to see, but the best credit for calming my mouth during the long automatic hunting time of 1 hour.

If there was one thing I regretted, it was that I was thirsty because I couldn’t find coke, but I couldn’t find soda in the empire, so I couldn’t bring anything to drink.

But I haven’t given up yet.

That there must be soda somewhere in the world.

“Luke, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thirsty.”

“…you thought about bringing popcorn, but why didn’t you think about bringing water?”

“Water on popcorn?!

Popcorn is cider! Cola! If not, carbonated water is fine as a second best option.

But water can never be incompatible.

I’m not against water, but no matter how much I think about water in popcorn, it’s not.

“I didn’t raise you that way. This master is sad.”

“It was my parents who raised me…”

Slave… Talk back!?

When I sent Luna a look with such a meaning in her eyes, Luna shook her head.

“Anyway… I was just trying to tell you that we’re almost there.”

“Ah… finally. This wagon is liberated from hell.”

I don’t get motion sickness, but the tree feels like hitting my butt.

If it’s a woman, it’s refusal for the floor of a wagon driven by an unknown man to hit my butt.

Immediately after arriving in the empire, he got off the wagon and paid the coachman his wages.

And I immediately turned on the stretch to relieve my tired body from moving a long distance.

“Kiyo oh oh ————!!!!!”

“Can you not do that?”

“You can’t even stretch.”

What kind of dictator are you? Are you going to put restrictions on your actions, even stretching?

“People around me stare…”

“To see or not to see.”

“Haa… Hurry up, ask Mr. Smith, and let’s go eat before it’s too late.”

“smith?”

In response to my question, Luna’s gaze toward me was so explicit that I could tell what she wanted to say.

‘You’re amazing…’

Just looking at it, that’s what it means.

“I’m not that great.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“So who is Smith? Is he your ex?”

The name sounded like something that would hit a hammer well, but could my ex-boyfriend become a blacksmith?

Why are you looking for your ex-boyfriend?

“How do you not even know the name of the owner of the smithy…”

“Ah~ that man?”

Since I always called him ‘Mr.

“I didn’t ask, so of course I don’t know.”

You don’t need to know.

Especially if it is the name of the bumpy muscle man.

“Yes. Let’s go quickly.”

Seeing as if further conversation was pointless, Luna started pushing me on the back, and I dragged my feet.

As Luna said, you have to move quickly before it’s too late.

There were times when I started at lunch and went back and forth, and there were times when it took me to hunt, so the sun would go down soon after I left the request at the smithy.

It was still dusk, and the lights were starting to turn on one by one on the street, so I had to hurry up.

***

– With my daughter.

Announcing the arrival of a guest to the empty smithy.

“Mister, we’re here!”

“Are you saying that weapons are broken one by one every day?

“Ah, Mister, are there any sad things between us?”

“······ So, what business did you come this time?”

“The uncle said he was going to get materials.”

“You said you found and saved it in one day…?”

It’s full of cars in one day. He has no concept of time just because he only blows flies into his shop.

It’s not an expedition to a new continent, why would it take a few days while camping in a wagon?

“So, where is that great material I got in one day?”

“Huh-huh… Don’t be surprised to see Mr. Man. We’ve been looking for something great.”

– Cudangtang!

The same sound filled the smithy as when a war wolf was taken out of the reception desk before.

But the difference from that time is that the old man doesn’t scream like “Kyaaagh!!” like Adela.

“no fun.”

“I don’t know what you wanted, but what you want doesn’t happen.”

I thought it would be fun to see her screaming like a girl with those big muscles.

“More than that. What is this?”

“It’s a rhino horn. You don’t know what it is?”

“If it’s a rhino horn… surely it’s a herbivorous monster?”

“Tsk tsk. What if the person who makes the weapon doesn’t know these basic things?”

“A blacksmith is not an adventurer, kid.”

Well, just like the information found on the Internet is everything for hikikomori in the corner of the room, the materials that adventurers bring are all for the man who only makes weapons.

Make sure to read from noble mtl . com

Most of them are probably pounding iron or something.

“Then I’ve provided the information as well. If it was the same, I would have received a fee for the information, but since you’re a man, I’ll give it to you especially for free.”

“Yes, thank you very much.”

How expensive is information in today’s world, giving it away for free?

It’s acceptable even if you make a weapon for free while shouting “thank you” while shedding tears.

After that, the man picked up a head as if curious about the material he was seeing for the first time and was examining it with concentration.

“Hooh… it’s big, but it weighs this much… and it’s quite strong…”

I hit the horns with a hammer, and measured the weight while holding it up and down with one hand.

I thought that I had found a good blacksmith because I could see the appearance of a craftsman who couldn’t see anything else if I focused once.

‘Sasuga Kono Watashi.’

While nodding his head and congratulating himself inwardly, the man who put his head down said.

“Hmm. With this much, I can make a good weapon. Even herbivorous monsters must be valuable as a commodity. But kid, why did you bring so many?”

“The bigger the greatsword, the better, right? I’m going to pack it tightly and make it into a real compression weapon.”

“Well, I’ll admit that it’s a material I’ve never seen before, but it’s a little short of what you said.”

“Heh heh. What do you think of me? Knowing that, I prepared another surprise present.”

I quickly thrust my hand into the inventory and pulled out a large, hard, elongated object.

Its appearance resembles a rhino horn, but it is a glossy gray horn similar to iron that is slightly darker than the normal dark gray.

This time, even the old man seemed to be taken aback by his completely different appearance.

“Do you see it? This figure?”

“Definitely. The kid is as amazing as you said…”

Well then. How ferocious and ferocious was this guy.

If this isn’t great, I’ll have to bring the Behemoth that will come out later.

“Is this a named object of Rhino Horn…?”

“Huh-huh… How about this swashbuckling figure. That’s right! He’s a terrifying guy who single-handedly destroyed all the rhino horns there. We’re temporarily calling him Iron Horn.”

“This is won… I ate one.”

hey uncle You can’t find this kind of goooooo grade material anywhere. Especially if it’s a named monster.

“So, please make me a special sword.”

“Okay… Let’s try something. Come and find it tomorrow evening.”

“Yes? Tomorrow?”

I’ve never made a sword, so I don’t know, but did it take a day to make a sword?

On YouTube, it’s a matter of hours.

“Kid. This isn’t a railroad, it takes time to forge a material you’ve never seen before, and it’s not just a greatsword, it’s not conscience to ask you to make a special greatsword and then ask for it to be completed in a few hours. I’ll make it overnight and finish it.”

“I can’t help it if it’s uncle.”

The person who makes it says so.

“Then I’ll come tomorrow~”

“yes.”

I got materials, commissioned weapons, and my work must be done. I left the smithy with Luna and headed straight to dinner.

***

The rooftop of a building that couldn’t even reveal the darkness of the city sparkling with lights.

A hooded man wearing a mask raised his hand to signal another man beside him.

Their whole body is covered in black, and they hide invisible secrets all over their bodies. seemed to say

They are hounds bred by the Berkeley family, and on the orders of the head of the house, Dine Berkeley, investigate the person who raided the carriage.

Usually research takes time when there is no information, but this time I was lucky.

A woman with ears protruding from the top of her head, blue hair, and silver eyes, and a man in an academy uniform hanging out together.

The woman’s appearance matched the information of the escaped slave that Dyne Berkeley gave.

That’s why I was able to figure it out right away. The guy over there who attacked the slave wagon.

The trio, who fit the word masked assailant, took a seat on the roof of the inn with the man inside.

It was to wait until all the lights in the street had gone out and I was sure that my target was asleep.

By the time it was 12 o’clock and it was dawn.

‘Quickly, quickly finish.’

The man who gave the signal with his eyes carefully opened the window and sneaked into the inn.

And checked there. A man with a blanket over his head and sleeping as if he was dead.

The assassins silently drew their swords from their waistbands and stabbed them into the blanket at the same time.

‘······?’

However, at the same time, they were puzzled by the strange touch, not the taste of stabbing someone.

But they didn’t know.

In a dark room where only the moonlight barely hides through the window.

The fact that bloody eyes were staring at them from the corner of the wall, emitting red eyes.