Chapter 522: Craftsmen's Village 1
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Then we leave the royal palace and return to the temple.
There was no talk of what to do with Naia in the future, and it was not creepy.
I wonder what the king is going to do with us in the first place. Are we going to see and hear about this country and have it brought back, or are we not going to let it go out like this?
I'm also concerned about the liner's own intentions. Are you following the King's policy with all your promises, or are you willing to keep us here and use us for some purpose even though the King has no intention of doing so?
There is suspicion of frenzy in the king's will, and the liner has the power and will of treason.
Still, ostensibly, it's because we don't know much about the country as it is.
Do we continue to be treated as guests like this?
And we're gonna have to put our roots down here?
... That's not possible. Something will happen to this country sooner or later than Mr. Deane or Lyla has moved.
No one can stop it. Even those silver dragons.
Is the liner feeding us for it?
Are you going to let us lead the overthrow of power and subordinate governance to moderation later?
... That seems possible, but unnatural.
If the liner knows the amount of power that can move for me... but where and how can I find out to get to the story of a dragon force comparable to this Silver Dragon Corps, I still have my doubts.
As things stand, Misty Palace and around Safr Bauzz may move, but it's only that me and their interaction is known around Polka, and I don't want to grasp the total force.
You can't be calculating and doing that much.
So what does it mean for us to be doing this here and now?
And Tetes was squeaking bumps on the road.
"Welcome back, guests, and Naia"
Chief Duke was just about to leave the temple behind with his luggage on his back in his outfit as he welcomed us.
"Are you going somewhere"
"Apparently, the chief engineer died in a nearby craftsman village. He asked me to recite the sacrament of the funeral."
Do you do that properly?
Somehow, I thought all coronations were treated like useless things.
"Craftsman Village..."
"Why don't you follow me?"
"Is that okay?
As Tess listens back, Chief Duke has a complicated grin.
"Don't take me... I'm not ordered. Besides, it will be unusual for you. I was surprised when I first saw it, too."
"It seems so surprising..."
"I'm not sure I'm going to get through the rest of the world."
For once, there will be no surprise as an appearance, as it is also the place I came by when I was taken, but I am technically very interested. No, if you're going to the funeral, you might not necessarily even be able to show me those aspects.
"Please take me"
"Okay. Come on."
Me, Tess, Naia, and Maia, anyway, I thought I was unhappy with being walked long around an unhealthy Apple... but that's not how I've smiled in particular.
Speaking of which, I've been traveling a long time with Selene myself, and I wonder if she's not weak enough for me to worry about, if only by walking.
In the long haul, Maia or Lyla carried me around, so I never really thought about it.
When Chief Duke accompanies us to the Artisan Village, the villagers look suspiciously at us as we follow the Chief Cleric.
The villagers were all dressed in crude clothes, skinny, thin dirty style, and so uncomfortable that we were weirdly beautiful and healthy. Because of that.
"These people are related to the royal palace"
That's what Chief Duke says to give their questions the answer for now. It's not a big mistake.
So for once, we settled down, but a craftsman admits to the appearance of Naia among us and speaks up to Ah.
"You, brave man... Dear Naia!
"Dear Naia? I heard Naia died a year ago."
"Definitely! You, Master Naia! That hat and sword are Naia's mons!
"... shabby. Shame on you, I'm home."
Naia says goodbye, too.
So some of the craftsmen get excited, and the rest get confused.
Chief Duke put that mess away a little louder.
"Be quiet! This is Lord Longa's funeral home!
The clergyman's words made the blurring suddenly smaller. The human virtue of the Chief Cleric...... no, fear of the ex-brainer.
The instinctive fear of a man who once had the power of execution seemed to subordinate them.
Thus, the chief clergyman opens the church and reads out the sentence of the funeral.
At that time I finally saw a dead man, but he was still an early man when it came to old men.
"Why did he die...?
"I'm sick. It's been bad for a while."
To my whining, a villager who was nearby tells me in a whisper.
"In the countryside, some grandfathers live a little longer depending on their crops... because we inhale smoke and iron powder. Longa has lived a long time. So much for eating a corpse. You saved me from having trouble with food this year."
Oh......
The King's Capital often hears that craftsmen suffer from occupational illness. It's not a polka first though.
Metal is basically poison. Dealing with it accumulates impossibility in the body. The same is true of the intoxication of the metal itself, and naturally the solvents used in the machining steps, etc., are bad. Even the eyes that see the fire are damaged. A blacksmith who went blind and became a ship's eye while watching the fire.
It's a lot more since I ate older that I made it fatal.
"Longa was weak because of her overwork. I'm gonna catch a cold there, and then I'm gonna put more and more on this."
Craftsmen squeak along with a sincerely unfortunate sigh.
... Speaking of which, what kind of doctor is there? I guess he's not here.
If you look around carefully, many of the older villagers had clouded one eye, missing fingers, or left large burn marks intact.
We all suffer from a blacksmith's handicap. There is no doctor to cure it.
If you can't do your job in public, you'll be abandoned.
And the sacrament of the chief priest came to an end, and all the villagers lifted up one hand, and knocked it down before ever. That seems to be the modus operandi of prayer in religion in this country.
Everyone stays in front for a while, stops perfectly, and when it's over, the villagers get wacked together in Naia again.
"... I knew, but Naia is popular with craftsmen"
The clergyman closes the classics with a bitter smile.
"Was it popular?
"Artisans and people. It's a strong, well-deserved opponent who's going to make something good, isn't it? Because of their pride, brave men often have no courtesy or affection for the present. That many missed the goodness of Naia's love."
"The braves are not so bad today..."
"Reiner, Herman, and Beatrice would go beyond saying. Richard also has a hard attitude at the moment. Brian barely has a bad reputation for artisans."
"... uh"
Is that true? It's a little surprising that you're not surprisingly gentle with that junior, Richard, but that's also a point that I'm comfortable with.
He's here, isn't he? That kind of guy. He's healthy like a dog or something up there, but he's a bunch of guys down there.
Looking at the villagers who screw up Naia for a while, after a while the villagers have turned their spears this way as well.
"Did you build Naia's armor?"
"Tasty but beautiful armor.... but let me get my hands on them"
"Huh?"
"Looks good, but the armor would be numb to protect"
The villagers go into what appears to be a workshop, so much so that they lose it and show a large scale plate that looks like a part of a suit armor.
"This is him. Now we can reinforce the stronghold. If you hit a tight force more than some, instead of cracking and breaking the pack..."
"Will you erase the damage"
"What do you know?"
"I was watching the scene of the breakdown. I wanted to make a similar one, but I didn't have one at my place."
"That's why you made such old armor..."
"No, I don't think it's old..."
... Does it make you feel like the armor outside is "old" when you try them? Don't make a dent.
"Can you tell me how to make it? I want to be able to fix it."
"I don't mind, but where are you from?
"... I don't know if I can tell you."
I choose words carefully. I wonder where they think I'm from.
The outside world, what can you trust?
The villager saw Chirali and Chief Duke on the sidelines, and, oh, I said a word and got it. It seemed like you could guess what should not be pursued in this village.
"I need special tools to make this plate. I hope we can have it that way..."
"Tetes, come here for a second. I want you to analyze what's going on."
"Yes, yes."
Ask Tess to come and demonstrate how the plates are made.
... that I'm like a workshop spy, is this good?
Are the liners going to tolerate this to this point?
... and I couldn't help but notice the construction method I was interested in.
(cont 'd)
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Then we leave the royal palace and return to the temple.
There was no talk of what to do with Naia in the future, and it was not creepy.
I wonder what the king is going to do with us in the first place. Are we going to see and hear about this country and have it brought back, or are we not going to let it go out like this?
I'm also concerned about the liner's own intentions. Are you following the King's policy with all your promises, or are you willing to keep us here and use us for some purpose even though the King has no intention of doing so?
There is suspicion of frenzy in the king's will, and the liner has the power and will of treason.
Still, ostensibly, it's because we don't know much about the country as it is.
Do we continue to be treated as guests like this?
And we're gonna have to put our roots down here?
... That's not possible. Something will happen to this country sooner or later than Mr. Deane or Lyla has moved.
No one can stop it. Even those silver dragons.
Is the liner feeding us for it?
Are you going to let us lead the overthrow of power and subordinate governance to moderation later?
... That seems possible, but unnatural.
If the liner knows the amount of power that can move for me... but where and how can I find out to get to the story of a dragon force comparable to this Silver Dragon Corps, I still have my doubts.
As things stand, Misty Palace and around Safr Bauzz may move, but it's only that me and their interaction is known around Polka, and I don't want to grasp the total force.
You can't be calculating and doing that much.
So what does it mean for us to be doing this here and now?
And Tetes was squeaking bumps on the road.
"Welcome back, guests, and Naia"
Chief Duke was just about to leave the temple behind with his luggage on his back in his outfit as he welcomed us.
"Are you going somewhere"
"Apparently, the chief engineer died in a nearby craftsman village. He asked me to recite the sacrament of the funeral."
Do you do that properly?
Somehow, I thought all coronations were treated like useless things.
"Craftsman Village..."
"Why don't you follow me?"
"Is that okay?
As Tess listens back, Chief Duke has a complicated grin.
"Don't take me... I'm not ordered. Besides, it will be unusual for you. I was surprised when I first saw it, too."
"It seems so surprising..."
"I'm not sure I'm going to get through the rest of the world."
For once, there will be no surprise as an appearance, as it is also the place I came by when I was taken, but I am technically very interested. No, if you're going to the funeral, you might not necessarily even be able to show me those aspects.
"Please take me"
"Okay. Come on."
Me, Tess, Naia, and Maia, anyway, I thought I was unhappy with being walked long around an unhealthy Apple... but that's not how I've smiled in particular.
Speaking of which, I've been traveling a long time with Selene myself, and I wonder if she's not weak enough for me to worry about, if only by walking.
In the long haul, Maia or Lyla carried me around, so I never really thought about it.
When Chief Duke accompanies us to the Artisan Village, the villagers look suspiciously at us as we follow the Chief Cleric.
The villagers were all dressed in crude clothes, skinny, thin dirty style, and so uncomfortable that we were weirdly beautiful and healthy. Because of that.
"These people are related to the royal palace"
That's what Chief Duke says to give their questions the answer for now. It's not a big mistake.
So for once, we settled down, but a craftsman admits to the appearance of Naia among us and speaks up to Ah.
"You, brave man... Dear Naia!
"Dear Naia? I heard Naia died a year ago."
"Definitely! You, Master Naia! That hat and sword are Naia's mons!
"... shabby. Shame on you, I'm home."
Naia says goodbye, too.
So some of the craftsmen get excited, and the rest get confused.
Chief Duke put that mess away a little louder.
"Be quiet! This is Lord Longa's funeral home!
The clergyman's words made the blurring suddenly smaller. The human virtue of the Chief Cleric...... no, fear of the ex-brainer.
The instinctive fear of a man who once had the power of execution seemed to subordinate them.
Thus, the chief clergyman opens the church and reads out the sentence of the funeral.
At that time I finally saw a dead man, but he was still an early man when it came to old men.
"Why did he die...?
"I'm sick. It's been bad for a while."
To my whining, a villager who was nearby tells me in a whisper.
"In the countryside, some grandfathers live a little longer depending on their crops... because we inhale smoke and iron powder. Longa has lived a long time. So much for eating a corpse. You saved me from having trouble with food this year."
Oh......
The King's Capital often hears that craftsmen suffer from occupational illness. It's not a polka first though.
Metal is basically poison. Dealing with it accumulates impossibility in the body. The same is true of the intoxication of the metal itself, and naturally the solvents used in the machining steps, etc., are bad. Even the eyes that see the fire are damaged. A blacksmith who went blind and became a ship's eye while watching the fire.
It's a lot more since I ate older that I made it fatal.
"Longa was weak because of her overwork. I'm gonna catch a cold there, and then I'm gonna put more and more on this."
Craftsmen squeak along with a sincerely unfortunate sigh.
... Speaking of which, what kind of doctor is there? I guess he's not here.
If you look around carefully, many of the older villagers had clouded one eye, missing fingers, or left large burn marks intact.
We all suffer from a blacksmith's handicap. There is no doctor to cure it.
If you can't do your job in public, you'll be abandoned.
And the sacrament of the chief priest came to an end, and all the villagers lifted up one hand, and knocked it down before ever. That seems to be the modus operandi of prayer in religion in this country.
Everyone stays in front for a while, stops perfectly, and when it's over, the villagers get wacked together in Naia again.
"... I knew, but Naia is popular with craftsmen"
The clergyman closes the classics with a bitter smile.
"Was it popular?
"Artisans and people. It's a strong, well-deserved opponent who's going to make something good, isn't it? Because of their pride, brave men often have no courtesy or affection for the present. That many missed the goodness of Naia's love."
"The braves are not so bad today..."
"Reiner, Herman, and Beatrice would go beyond saying. Richard also has a hard attitude at the moment. Brian barely has a bad reputation for artisans."
"... uh"
Is that true? It's a little surprising that you're not surprisingly gentle with that junior, Richard, but that's also a point that I'm comfortable with.
He's here, isn't he? That kind of guy. He's healthy like a dog or something up there, but he's a bunch of guys down there.
Looking at the villagers who screw up Naia for a while, after a while the villagers have turned their spears this way as well.
"Did you build Naia's armor?"
"Tasty but beautiful armor.... but let me get my hands on them"
"Huh?"
"Looks good, but the armor would be numb to protect"
The villagers go into what appears to be a workshop, so much so that they lose it and show a large scale plate that looks like a part of a suit armor.
"This is him. Now we can reinforce the stronghold. If you hit a tight force more than some, instead of cracking and breaking the pack..."
"Will you erase the damage"
"What do you know?"
"I was watching the scene of the breakdown. I wanted to make a similar one, but I didn't have one at my place."
"That's why you made such old armor..."
"No, I don't think it's old..."
... Does it make you feel like the armor outside is "old" when you try them? Don't make a dent.
"Can you tell me how to make it? I want to be able to fix it."
"I don't mind, but where are you from?
"... I don't know if I can tell you."
I choose words carefully. I wonder where they think I'm from.
The outside world, what can you trust?
The villager saw Chirali and Chief Duke on the sidelines, and, oh, I said a word and got it. It seemed like you could guess what should not be pursued in this village.
"I need special tools to make this plate. I hope we can have it that way..."
"Tetes, come here for a second. I want you to analyze what's going on."
"Yes, yes."
Ask Tess to come and demonstrate how the plates are made.
... that I'm like a workshop spy, is this good?
Are the liners going to tolerate this to this point?
... and I couldn't help but notice the construction method I was interested in.
(cont 'd)
Then we leave the royal palace and return to the temple.There was no talk of what to do with Naia in the future, and it was not creepy.I wonder what the king is going to do with us in the first place. Are we going to see and hear about this country and have it brought back, or are we not going to let it go out like this?I'm also concerned about the liner's own intentions. Are you following the King's policy with all your promises, or are you willing to keep us here and use us for some purpose even though the King has no intention of doing so?There is suspicion of frenzy in the king's will, and the liner has the power and will of treason.Still, ostensibly, it's because we don't know much about the country as it is.Do we continue to be treated as guests like this?And we're gonna have to put our roots down here?... That's not possible. Something will happen to this country sooner or later than Mr. Deane or Lyla has moved.No one can stop it. Even those silver dragons.Is the liner feeding us for it?Are you going to let us lead the overthrow of power and subordinate governance to moderation later?... That seems possible, but unnatural.If the liner knows the amount of power that can move for me... but where and how can I find out to get to the story of a dragon force comparable to this Silver Dragon Corps, I still have my doubts.As things stand, Misty Palace and around Safr Bauzz may move, but it's only that me and their interaction is known around Polka, and I don't want to grasp the total force.You can't be calculating and doing that much.So what does it mean for us to be doing this here and now?And Tetes was squeaking bumps on the road."Welcome back, guests, and Naia"Chief Duke was just about to leave the temple behind with his luggage on his back in his outfit as he welcomed us."Are you going somewhere""Apparently, the chief engineer died in a nearby craftsman village. He asked me to recite the sacrament of the funeral."Do you do that properly?Somehow, I thought all coronations were treated like useless things."Craftsman Village...""Why don't you follow me?""Is that okay? As Tess listens back, Chief Duke has a complicated grin."Don't take me... I'm not ordered. Besides, it will be unusual for you. I was surprised when I first saw it, too.""It seems so surprising...""I'm not sure I'm going to get through the rest of the world."For once, there will be no surprise as an appearance, as it is also the place I came by when I was taken, but I am technically very interested. No, if you're going to the funeral, you might not necessarily even be able to show me those aspects."Please take me""Okay. Come on."Me, Tess, Naia, and Maia, anyway, I thought I was unhappy with being walked long around an unhealthy Apple... but that's not how I've smiled in particular.Speaking of which, I've been traveling a long time with Selene myself, and I wonder if she's not weak enough for me to worry about, if only by walking.In the long haul, Maia or Lyla carried me around, so I never really thought about it.When Chief Duke accompanies us to the Artisan Village, the villagers look suspiciously at us as we follow the Chief Cleric.The villagers were all dressed in crude clothes, skinny, thin dirty style, and so uncomfortable that we were weirdly beautiful and healthy. Because of that."These people are related to the royal palace"That's what Chief Duke says to give their questions the answer for now. It's not a big mistake.So for once, we settled down, but a craftsman admits to the appearance of Naia among us and speaks up to Ah."You, brave man... Dear Naia! "Dear Naia? I heard Naia died a year ago.""Definitely! You, Master Naia! That hat and sword are Naia's mons! "... shabby. Shame on you, I'm home."Naia says goodbye, too.So some of the craftsmen get excited, and the rest get confused.Chief Duke put that mess away a little louder."Be quiet! This is Lord Longa's funeral home! The clergyman's words made the blurring suddenly smaller. The human virtue of the Chief Cleric...... no, fear of the ex-brainer.The instinctive fear of a man who once had the power of execution seemed to subordinate them.Thus, the chief clergyman opens the church and reads out the sentence of the funeral.At that time I finally saw a dead man, but he was still an early man when it came to old men."Why did he die...? "I'm sick. It's been bad for a while."To my whining, a villager who was nearby tells me in a whisper."In the countryside, some grandfathers live a little longer depending on their crops... because we inhale smoke and iron powder. Longa has lived a long time. So much for eating a corpse. You saved me from having trouble with food this year."Oh......The King's Capital often hears that craftsmen suffer from occupational illness. It's not a polka first though.Metal is basically poison. Dealing with it accumulates impossibility in the body. The same is true of the intoxication of the metal itself, and naturally the solvents used in the machining steps, etc., are bad. Even the eyes that see the fire are damaged. A blacksmith who went blind and became a ship's eye while watching the fire.It's a lot more since I ate older that I made it fatal."Longa was weak because of her overwork. I'm gonna catch a cold there, and then I'm gonna put more and more on this."Craftsmen squeak along with a sincerely unfortunate sigh.... Speaking of which, what kind of doctor is there? I guess he's not here.If you look around carefully, many of the older villagers had clouded one eye, missing fingers, or left large burn marks intact.We all suffer from a blacksmith's handicap. There is no doctor to cure it.If you can't do your job in public, you'll be abandoned.And the sacrament of the chief priest came to an end, and all the villagers lifted up one hand, and knocked it down before ever. That seems to be the modus operandi of prayer in religion in this country.Everyone stays in front for a while, stops perfectly, and when it's over, the villagers get wacked together in Naia again."... I knew, but Naia is popular with craftsmen"The clergyman closes the classics with a bitter smile."Was it popular? "Artisans and people. It's a strong, well-deserved opponent who's going to make something good, isn't it? Because of their pride, brave men often have no courtesy or affection for the present. That many missed the goodness of Naia's love.""The braves are not so bad today...""Reiner, Herman, and Beatrice would go beyond saying. Richard also has a hard attitude at the moment. Brian barely has a bad reputation for artisans.""... uh"Is that true? It's a little surprising that you're not surprisingly gentle with that junior, Richard, but that's also a point that I'm comfortable with.He's here, isn't he? That kind of guy. He's healthy like a dog or something up there, but he's a bunch of guys down there.Looking at the villagers who screw up Naia for a while, after a while the villagers have turned their spears this way as well."Did you build Naia's armor?""Tasty but beautiful armor.... but let me get my hands on them""Huh?""Looks good, but the armor would be numb to protect"The villagers go into what appears to be a workshop, so much so that they lose it and show a large scale plate that looks like a part of a suit armor."This is him. Now we can reinforce the stronghold. If you hit a tight force more than some, instead of cracking and breaking the pack...""Will you erase the damage""What do you know?""I was watching the scene of the breakdown. I wanted to make a similar one, but I didn't have one at my place.""That's why you made such old armor...""No, I don't think it's old..."... Does it make you feel like the armor outside is "old" when you try them? Don't make a dent."Can you tell me how to make it? I want to be able to fix it.""I don't mind, but where are you from? "... I don't know if I can tell you."I choose words carefully. I wonder where they think I'm from.The outside world, what can you trust?The villager saw Chirali and Chief Duke on the sidelines, and, oh, I said a word and got it. It seemed like you could guess what should not be pursued in this village."I need special tools to make this plate. I hope we can have it that way...""Tetes, come here for a second. I want you to analyze what's going on.""Yes, yes."Ask Tess to come and demonstrate how the plates are made.... that I'm like a workshop spy, is this good?Are the liners going to tolerate this to this point?... and I couldn't help but notice the construction method I was interested in.cont 'd
