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Never touch Eldmia Egar-Episode 371

It was a strange feeling..

As if ignoring the law of conservation of mass, the metal protruding from the earring, which had no weight whatsoever, flows quickly like molten metal and takes shape. Through magic of unknown structure, a leather chin strap, a soft lining that covers the head, and a visor and faceplate that block the view are created..

The somewhat shaped helmet completely covered the nose, but seemed to have long horizontal eye holes. I felt that the viewing angle was definitely reduced due to the thickness of the helmet, but I could see much more than I expected..

Only after the heavy sensation of pressing on the trapezius muscle was added did Lummings' work stop deforming. I wanted to know something, so I touched it and saw that it was also made with armor to protect the neck..

Since coming here, I've seen and experienced so many things that I couldn't believe..

The sudden appearance of the helmet made me stiffen like a cat caught by the back of the neck with a clothespin and I didn't know what to do. Lumings came up to me and touched the helmet here and there and nodded in satisfaction..

"I took note of the down visor format to protect the neck even when there is no need to protect the face. As you use it, you will realize that it is not a structure where the seams are supported by leather straps. I referenced the mechanical engineering of the dwarves, which has recently begun to develop rapidly. Each of the steel plates is woven together like chain mail to support it, and the position of the visor can be reliably fixed when necessary. Here, with the visor open, if you press firmly on the lower jaw area, it will be fixed...."

I guess I was quite satisfied, but he continued to pour out explanations, but there wasn't much I could understand..

The visor can be pulled down and fixed in place to be used as a front neck protector, the faceplate is connected to the neck protector, the structure of the helmet is designed in a similar shape to my gauntlet, so there will be no inconvenience in turning and moving the head, etc. Just understanding the basic explanation was overwhelming. Somehow I mastered the basics, so I was belatedly able to lift the mirror and check my appearance properly, and I couldn't keep my mouth shut..

I thought I was going to get the Spartan helmet, but it was so far off that I got the Iron Man helmet, so all I could do was admire it..

"...That's very cool."

"We always try to pursue functionality while not losing aesthetics.."

Ah, well, okay. Of course, it looked cool in its own way, but that's not what the current exclamation was talking about. I was so busy marveling at the existence of the helmet and neck guard that it was so perfect that I couldn't believe it was just a small piece of metal that was hanging on my earring just a moment ago, so I didn't even notice the aesthetic aspect..

From being able to block a hammer thrown by Lummings without any recoil, to its extremely light weight, and to its incredibly flexible range of motion that makes it difficult to believe that it is wearing a helmet..

It was such an excellent product that it made me think that the perforated lines that had made me depressed just a moment ago were actually just a very minor flaw..

"The weight of the helmet is distributed to some extent through the neck protector, so you will feel less fatigue. Of course, your shoulders will get a little tired, but that won't be a problem for you.."

"I'm still very surprised. You can barely feel the weight, but it can withstand a certain amount of impact.?"

"Even if you headbutt the ogre, will the ogre's head break first? Your head will ring a little, but the recoil won't be that bad.."

Another explanation followed as to why there was less recoil, but since it was completely incomprehensible, I heard it with one ear and let it go with the other. Then, as Rumings said, the visor was pulled down, and with a clanking sound that touched the man's heart, it settled down like a huge face shield..

"But what does this have to do with tattoos??"

"It specifies coordinates where the metal must not deviate. Without it, it can't maintain its shape properly, and you can think of it as sticking to the wrong place and trying to become armor. Should I say that it hardens into a simple piece of iron rather than armor? It's not that it can't be reversed, but it will cause very serious difficulties in an emergency.."

This time, as usual, a detailed explanation followed, but I still couldn't hear it. All I could hear was that as time went by, the tattoo would become lighter and lighter, so that it would no longer be noticeable other than a faint glow when activated..

"If it stands out too much, there is a risk that the enemy will know what the structure is.."

Thanks to your truly sound and reasonable words, I was able to breathe a deep sigh of relief..

It's not that I have a particularly negative stereotype about tattoos... but the perforated lines are so indulgent that it's hard to bear it. After the basic explanation and learning how to store and take out the helmet on my own, it was time for the sun to rise in the sky..

After chatting with him for a while, it seemed like Lumings had some idea that I was using magical powers. First of all, Celebian next to me didn't seem to know that fact, so I expressed it vaguely, but whether I knew it or not, the nuance was full of it..

But it wasn't like he was wary of me or anything. She patted her shoulder as if pitying her and told her to struggle hard. Before she parted ways, she responded very coolly by asking if she had any more questions..

"Isn't Mr. Lumings capable of dealing with elf hunters without difficulty??"

So I asked coolly too. Before she came here, I thought it was possible, but as soon as I dealt with her, the strange reality that shattered her..

The reason elven slaves are expensive is not simply due to aesthetic factors and longevity. As you can see from the fact that I scraped and sold your hunter's belongings and made a lot of money and had to exchange it for jewelry, they go into the hunt fully prepared. It goes without saying that all the costs involved affect the ‘product price’ within a reasonable range..

There were many different types of magic tools designed to incapacitate elves or cause fatal damage to them while capturing them alive. Starting with sound bombs, strange magical tools that interfere with the concentration of mana, signal flares made with magic, iron nets that can temporarily exert a similar effect to the sealing shackles that Asilier wore long ago, etc..

I found out while robbing their camp that they hunt using so many different tools that I thought they could catch a dragon at this level. So, until I met Lummings, I thought it was somewhat acceptable to catch an elf..

But after watching this thousand-year-old single-track life elf, I can't help but wonder. So I asked him outright, and Lu Mingsu answered with a bitter smile..

"How old do you think Celebian is??"

"...When I spoke to Mr. Lummings in a normal way, I realized that he was of a similar age.?"

"I've probably lived for...1700 years? Celebian is probably around 500 years old now. Am I right?"

"It's roughly similar."

Celebian, who had been silent until now, nodded calmly and answered. When my expression changed strangely, he added an additional explanation..

"High elves regard each other as equals.."

It was a short explanation, but it was also one that could be understood in one go. Lu Mings listened to the explanation and slightly nodded his head..

"Passing the World Tree's test is worth it. Age isn't that important. Anyway, there aren't many elves as alive as me in this village or any other village. The chiefs of each village and the pilgrims who stay in the territory of the World Tree? I think that even if you add up all the elves on the continent, there are less than a hundred people.."

I could get the gist of what she wanted to say without even having to ask..

You are not the average of your race. There are people like you, but they don't move carelessly..

"In the past, when the power of the evil gods consumed half of the continent... it wasn't that difficult to see elves as old as me. But most of them gave their lives to end that era of despair. It was a difficult time, and it was a time when you had to be strong to survive.."

But... Lu Mings, who swallowed his words for a moment, stared at the brazier with invisible eyes and slowly opened his mouth..

"...But now it's different than then. The evil gods were killed or sealed, the forces of evil lost their power, and the scales that controlled the world moved accordingly. You may not agree, but for me and my peers who lived through that time, this era is an era of peace. In such a peaceful era, forcing and pressuring people to become as strong as they were in the past is not an action that is consistent with the will of those who did not hesitate to die to present peace to the children of a new era.."

"...What if those who hunt elves appear because of that??"

"Hahaha, even in the era of evil gods, there were elf hunters, my friend. In fact, it was worse than what they are doing now. Because he didn't rely on tools."

Fuck. What kind of world have you been living in?...?

Lu Mings was still smiling while reminiscing about a distant, unimaginable past..

"It is said that it is a balance established by the gods. I think there is something that regulates it so that it does not lean to one side regardless of the standard of good and evil. So people of that era, including me, thought that ‘our’ era had come to an end and stayed as silent as possible. When the time comes that you really have to move... well, you'll move.."

The work of today's times allows children living in the present to overcome it on their own..

At least the elves who had lived as long as she seemed to have agreed on that. However, sitting back and doing nothing is not something a living person would do, so it seems like they are moving around here and there, but at least the issues related to elf hunters did not seem to fall within their radius of action..

As a result, Asilier was placed in a situation where she almost became a slave, but she didn't feel like questioning anything. I had a strange belief that if this was a decision made by people who have lived together for nearly 2,000 years, there must be a reason that I cannot easily understand or guess..

"So, it would be a good idea to think about your human friends as well. The pendulum of the gods never swings to one side."

Our conversation ended with the feeling that eyes that clearly couldn't see anything were looking at me accurately this time..