Waking up to the sound of dawn, Lumings started the morning with light exercise as always.
Having lived for a long ti, I haven’t missed a single day, so now, if I don’t do it, the awkward exercise moderately warms up my body and awakens my senses that were dull during the night. Rummings, who confird that he had recovered to his satisfaction, ate the bread he had prepared in advance last night and retraced the sa path he had walked for over a thousand years and headed for the blacksmith’s shop.
The smithy, which was located near the valley to avoid the hassle of fetching water, was far from the village, but rather, it was the geographical advantage that Lummings liked the most, so this amount of trouble was nothing.
As soon as he entered the smithy, which he had reached around the ti when he finished eating such a large piece of bread, Rummings’ head tilted slightly at the warmth he felt through his skin.
“It’s almost winter now.”
The fire in the furnace is weaker than usual. I wouldn’t know in a day or two, but seeing that he’s been doing this lately, I’m sure. It was a very subtle difference, but it was very important information to Rummings.
It was like a reminder that a year had passed for her, who had lost her sense of ti from swinging a hamr without paying attention to how the world was going.
“I don’t know if the useless years will win or I will win, but I won this year.”
Rummings, who gave a giggle while talking to himself, injected mana into the furnace and prepared to pound the iron. There was no hindrance to the movent alone, without an assistant. There may have been years spent by Lumings, but the dwarves’ technology, which was developing day by day, also played a big part.
“It’s ti to mix iron and fight life.”
Where should I start working today? While the furnace was warming up to the right temperature for using magic alchemy, a noise ca into Lumings’s ears as he rested his chin on his chin for a mont and began to think.
Just before he lost his thoughts, a conversation from the other day suddenly flashed through Rummings’ mind, not sure if he should consider it fortunate that the visitor had co or whether he should feel annoyed that he had co from the wind in the morning.
“…Ah, the human race the village chief talked about.”
Not only did he punish the hunter who was harassing his own people, but he also prayed to the World Tree and went to the process of listening to the revelation, and he moved on to the village chief’s call to show his sincerity to the human race… Was it yesterday? was it three days ago?
Maybe it’s because I just spilled it in moderation? It’s frayed. Still, I rembered that he said he would make sothing useful for if I brought him back because that unusual achievent was worth living for.
In any case, it was a planned visit. It wasn’t too difficult for a human who might have received an oracle from the World Tree to make a piece of armor, so Rummings lifted his eyebrows, convinced himself, and stood up.
Then, a familiar voice ca from the visitor who had co a certain distance away.
“As always, you move from dawn, Rummings.”
Since it was a common language on the continent that was established about 500 years ago, it must have been true that guests ca together. Rummings opened his mouth, trusting that Celebian would interpret for him in case sothing went wrong, though he was a little uneasy about whether he rembered it correctly.
“I’ve just arrived too. You don’t walk like usual? Did you drink too much?”
“This guy is a pretty good drinker.”
Haha, he laughed and tapped his shoulder, but even though he wasn’t hitting the top of the armor, a fairly solid sound resonated. Lastly, the human race I rember blindly believed in Aura and neglected physical training, but has the world changed?
Well… if that much ti had passed, it wouldn’t be strange if things had changed.
“I was wondering what kind of human it was because I heard that Asilie, the snub-nosed bitch, caught a man, but it looks like he caught a pretty solid friend well. Unlike a human, he trained well.”
As I walked toward the visitor, wiping my hands, which must have gotten dirty from preparing for work, Celebian reacted with a laugh.
“You’re still quick to figure it out. I couldn’t see it properly, but it’s a person who walks out safely even after fighting a war against a human territory.”
“…wisdom?”
“That’s right. It was the earl behind the ear hunter.”
…has the real world changed?
In Lumings’ mory, the place that could be called ‘noble manor’ was by no ans small. Even if it was a count, it would have had its own power, but if it was a territory managed directly, there were at least two knights who reached an aura expert and a hundred n in the territory.
Whether it’s building a wooden fence or building a stone outer wall, it’s the basic of the basics, not to ntion holding a base. I thought there was nothing I couldn’t do if I had reached the Aura Master level or if a warrior of the sa level as the knights was aiming for an opening and attempted a night attack, but the visitor in front of didn’t feel that much energy.
“Perhaps…”
“If you want to ask ‘again’ if the world has changed while you’ve been locked up here, I’d say no now. The count’s estate is what you think it is.”
“Huh, great.”
There was no reason to co all the way here and toss things like that as a joke, unless Celebian developed a false sense of humor. So Rummings shook hands with the visitor in genuine admiration.
“Honestly, I was thinking of making it moderately and then finishing it… But after hearing Celebian’s words, I think it’s right to change my mind? It’s called Lumings.”
“…Go to Eldmia. Uh, if you’ll be rude, I’d like to ask you sothing…”
According to Celebian, they belong to the group with good skills, but they were a very polite human. It was evident in his voice, as if he was a little flustered, but it wasn’t bad that he hurriedly tried to deal with it, as if he thought it might be rude.
So Rummings smiled lightly for the first ti in a while and told in advance what the visitor wanted to ask.
“Have you ever seen a blind blacksmith before?”
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I couldn’t help but flinch at the words of a female elf nad Lumings who spoke softly and without any hostility, as if joking.
I never even thought that I would see it, leaving the first ti I saw it.
Being able to swallow a horse that almost jumped out of it in genuine panic was comndable enough. Of course, I had to shut it up because the mont I said it out of my mouth to be praised, I could have beco a twin.
Not only was there no hesitation in the movent, but both eyes were shining perfectly, so at first I thought it was sothing like strabismus. Or I thought it was because I had a ntal illness and didn’t face people directly or sothing like that.
This elf was no longer an ordinary person in the sense that I was convinced only after seeing him shaking hands in a slightly different direction from .
Of course, she was an unusual person since she had been working as a blacksmith for over 1300 years, but after seeing all of the series of actions she showed in front of , that level did not fall under the axis of shock.
“It’s because I’ve seen a lot of fire in my life. There’s no way to fix it, but since I don’t go out of town, there’s nothing particularly inconvenient, so I’m just living. You don’t have to panic too much.”
I didn’t know there would be more surprises left, but here you break one more.
Are you letting it go even though it can be cured? When I looked at Celebian in amazent, he shook his head and finished the explanation with a shrug.
That’s the kind of person he is. It’s like an elf who dug a well for 1300 years. That’s not normal.
It makes want to laugh at myself, saying that the world is wider and more amazing than I was tens of seconds ago, when I was just surprised to find out that I was a female blacksmith elf.
“Excuse .”
“Not really? Because you were the best response among those who belonged to the very good side.”
The force felt from a violent handshake is enough to make people nervous and their backs stiff. Even though she was wearing clothes, her upper body muscles were clearly developed and not decorative. First of all, I tried to smile and release my hand from her grip, but instead of ending her strong handshake, it continued with a strangely questionable expression.
“You’re too young? I feel like you’re not even 20, right?”
“…ten…five…”
Maybe he’s not actually blind? Maybe he’s pretending to be blind to make fun of ? If that’s the case, I hope Celebian gives a signal soon. It’s to the point where I get goosebumps and goosebumps on my forearms.
Unfortunately, however, she completely denied my hypothesis by showing a rather surprised expression.
“Has the world changed…?”
Sa with Celebian’s reaction earlier, and having been in the village for over a thousand years, it seems that that has beco a kind of habit. However, unlike that expression, Lumings, who grabbed , boldly began to rub my forearms and shoulders.
But that greed is no joke. Is this really just a blacksmith job? There is so much difference between them that I can’t tell. Because he was touching with a very serious expression, she tilted her head once more and asked a question while there was no ti to feel uncomfortable or displeased.
“…Hmm, is that strange? It’s similar to demons who develop with magic. Are they human?”
Since my hands were still touching, I had to exercise superhuman patience and endure even flinching.
is that The one that develops other senses instead of blindness? Will it be like this if it continues for close to 1300 years?
It is a level that is automatically understood that it is not uncomfortable to be invisible.
“…First of all, my parents were human.”
“…It’s fun. Do you want to do a little sparring with ?”
“Dalian?”
“Yes, Dalian.”
No matter how much it was, I couldn’t co out with the words that sparring with the blind was a little psychologically uncomfortable. It was because Lumings, who had strode back to the smithy before I could even react, picked up two swords from the pile of dozens of swords without scabbards and returned as they were.
Even so, there was not a single wound on her hand.
“Is this similar to the weapon you use? I’m not a beginner either, so don’t worry too much.
Besides, what I handed over was a sword that had the sa length and center of gravity as my sword.
“…a number please.”
Even after seeing it with my own eyes, I still couldn’t escape the shock of the unbelievable sight, but that was the only answer I could give.
It was clear that she was the so-called hermit master.
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