Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 203
There were no problems during the return to the capital..
It is strange that similar accidents as before occurred one after another in a distance that, according to common sense, would only take three days to ride on horseback and ride hard at. I can guarantee that random encounters in the game would be criticized if they were made at such intervals..
Anyway, the first place I went to upon my safe return was, of course, the Ogatorf Mansion..
I explained the situation to Lord Ekaf, who greeted me warmly, thinking I had just returned from a business, and explained as briefly as possible that I was going out again to exterminate a cult. As I watched him, he responded with a hint of confusion..
"I thought you would definitely take a break... but you seem to be quite blessed in that regard too.."
Fortunately, the reaction wasn't that I was talking nonsense..
I don't know if it was because of the flashy history he had committed during his stay, but he not only accepted me more than I could imagine, but also allowed me to talk to him until the matter was resolved..
To be honest, as soon as the guy who left came back, there was a problem with the devil worshipers and I had to go back to break their pot. I think I would start to doubt the pot of the guy who said that, but this kind of trust. It is clear that Lord Ekaf is a person of character..
"Come to think of it, I heard there was a letter sent to you from the Dwarven Earth. You said you left it in the room you were using. Can you check it?."
"Thank you, Sir Ekaf. Then please excuse me first.."
at las! Damn it! I thought preparations were over!
I left the living room, trying to lower the corners of my mouth, and quickly ran to my room to check, and there was a letter in a very old-fashioned font waiting for me on the bed..
"Does dexterity show even in handwriting? It's very surprising."
Caller Balkun. Recipient Eldmia Egar. When I opened the envelope with just that written on it and checked inside, the contents were even more spectacular..
[I'm ready, come..]
A hopeless waste of paper with only one line written on it. When things like cell phones are invented and messenger programs become available, the race that will most actively use them will definitely be dwarves..
Well, it's not my money anyway, so it's not that important. All I have to do is smile and accept the item. As we left the mansion, still excited, Sen and the others, who were still looking at the mansion in the garden with dumbfounded faces, were the first to react..
"Ah, Eldmia! Did the story end well? You look good.!"
"I think I just need to move because they understand without saying anything. sister? I think I need to visit the dwarven district for a bit. Can you take them to Ragnis first and ask for help??"
"Dwarven Earth?"
"huh. I ordered a new weapon the other day, and I got a letter saying it was finished.."
"Did you even custom-make it for a dwarf? It must have been expensive?"
"Thanks to the help from Mr. Gin, whom I met last time, I benefited in many ways.."
Asili seemed to have heard that she had strengthened her personal connections and nodded with satisfaction as she gave a look of pride..
Asilier, who was mistaken but not mistaken, rode on horseback leaving Sen and the others in tow. The dwarf district was more crowded than usual..
"What kind of Dottegi Market is this? Why is it so crowded??"
It's not a joke, it's really crowded. Even Mr. Balkun's workshop was more crowded than other places. It was tough last time, but not this much. Is there some kind of event going on??
First of all, I was there to pick up what I had ordered, so I confidently greeted people and entered the room, and many eyes began to turn towards me. As I walked towards the studio, ignoring the looks filled with many meanings such as dissatisfaction, puzzlement, and irritation, an employee jumped out and blocked my path..
"excuse me! This is... Huh? You’re back again, sir.?"
"yes. I thought someone would come if I did this already, but I see you again.."
The female employee who showed me a skillful sales smile and response last time smiled as if she was amused by my reaction..
"this. It looks like you made a reservation in advance this time.?"
"I received a letter saying that the item I had requested custom-made had been completed. Can I come in??"
As I said that and handed over the letter, the female employee nodded as if she understood after just glancing at the envelope and made way for me..
"You came at just the right time. Mr. Balkun will be very happy if you go in.."
"I don't think you'll be waiting for me that long....?"
"Ahaha. That's not what I meant. Right now, Jinsang from a nearby library has come and is making a huge fuss, and it's a very difficult situation because I can't help but respond.."
"The truth?"
The truth at the library. Looking at the nuance, it's clear that he's a library official, but is he abusing his power? I don't think that would work against dwarves, but I still see one or two strange things every time I come..
Is it because I found a reason to chat behind his back while I was busy? The female employee shook her head and answered my question..
"Sene is the head of the Magic Library... He's been quiet for a while, but he suddenly comes and bothers me.."
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The apprentices working in the blacksmith shop were almost immune to considerable noise and heat. If you work your whole life in a place where the sound of metal banging in all directions is prevalent, it was bound to become an extremely natural thing. But I recently realized, unintentionally, that it was only something I could tolerate because it was a familiar sound..
Today was a day when that realization came especially close to me..
"I sold it?!"
"I sold it! So please stop yelling! Stop interfering with others’ work.!"
The person who put Balkun's voice to the test, as he rarely raised his voice, was Seneran, the director of the Seneran Magic Library and known as the Golden Wizard. The reason why no one could come forward amidst the commotion that would have been possible if it had been anyone else would have immediately grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and kicked him out was simple..
"other?! Why someone else?! I invested! The research related to Majanggeum is also my work.!"
This is because she was, as is often said, a big hand and a water holder. However, as a dwarf, Valkun tended to say what he had to say..
"Are your actions only bothering me now? Can’t you see them working?! Why do you keep screaming when you can just lower your voice to speak?!"
"You're yelling too!"
"It's because of you!!"
The sound was so loud that it was dizzying, so most of the apprentices had already let go of their hands, waiting for the two to fall into a fixation. The crazy wizard began to cast a soundproofing spell on the entire blacksmith shop as if he had made a plan. If they had that ability, they would have just hit the space where they could talk among themselves. I wondered why they had hit the blacksmith shop, but since wizards as a race usually lack general common sense, it was probably irrelevant now..
"woah. It's sick. As soon as I came in, it was very chaotic. Is it magic??"
The apprentices, who were so preoccupied with the two that they didn't even notice the guest coming in, were startled and reacted late to the voice. Then the owner of the voice slightly bowed his head with a shy smile and bowed..
"excuse me. I came to receive something from Mr. Balkun.."
He was truly a tall young man. As soon as the apprentices saw him, they knew immediately that he was the owner of the item that Balkun had been working hard to make recently..
"Ah... there you are. There are passengers, but don't worry. Rather, you will like it."
The young man expressed his gratitude for the apprentices' answers and confidently walked forward into the storm of fierce argument..
While the apprentices were admiring the truly heroic appearance, Balkun looked away for a moment and checked the visitor, greeting him with a completely different attitude than before and saying:.
"ah! Eldmia has arrived! hey! I have a guest so go away!"
"...profit!"
Still, Balkun looked disapprovingly at Seneran, who was suppressing his resentment at being told that he was a guest, as if it were not the case at all, and walked off to the side. He shook the hand of the young man who came next to him..
"You must have been busy? I think it was a couple of days ago when I sent the letter.!"
"I was away for a while to go back to my hometown. It was completed faster than expected.?"
"It was enough to refine your idea a little. Just wait. Let me get it right away."
Balkun, who had left the room with such a cheerful smile that it was difficult to think of him as the person who had been yelling just a moment ago, quickly returned and placed the object in his hand on the table and said: Sene Ran looked at him disapprovingly and sat down in the corner. He began to express his pain with his whole body, but he didn't care at all..
"One thick one. Nine thin ones. Let me check it out."
"It's much better than I thought. The size is appropriate too."
Balkun's smile grew even wider as the young man looked through the items and responded with satisfaction..
"Even though I'm not very talented, I threw it and it wasn't bad! It's okay to just throw it at the wooden wall over there.!"
"Uh, really.?"
"Anyway, if you move around with a weapon, you'll get hit one way or another! I also want to see how well my items fly through a talented friend.!"
"...Then excuse me for a moment."
Even as their conversation continued, 'I was really upset.' Seneran, who was sitting in the corner with her arms crossed and looking away with a sullen expression as if protesting, secretly shifted her gaze to the two. Not only was he curious about who Balkun treated so favorably, but he was also curious about the weapon he made with such confidence..
But that curiosity turned into anger as soon as he saw the twisted, needle-like weapon the man was holding in his hand. Seneran shouted, raising his mana without realizing it..
"Hey old man, old man! You did that Majanggeum...!"
-Kwagak!
And it just hardened..
"...uh?"
"Fuck, I’m surprised. Why are you raising mana all of a sudden??"
I wasn't surprised that a thick curse came out of the mouth of the man who had been treating Balkun in a polite manner just a moment ago. It wasn't like the needle he was holding normally and looking around suddenly flew towards him as if it had been shot from an arrow. Even the fact that the needle flew faster than the bolt of her crossbow, grazed the side of her head and stuck in the wall did not cause her surprise..
The fact that the man had just used magic to shoot a needle made of magic gold at her was what made her freeze in shock..
"Everything, you! mama!"
An incident that happened a few days ago flashed through her mind as she was about to reveal information that she couldn't say out loud. Items sold by employees. Expressions used by clueless employees to describe buyers. And now the young man in front of me.
"Do what?"
"Music box!"
A normal situation is when no one can understand what is being said. But the man who threw the needle looked like ‘Ah’ and understood what she meant..
"producer?"
And in response, Seneran burst into tears..
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