Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 278

This time, the process of passing through the crowded arms store and entering the workshop was carried out without any hindrance. As Siegfried said, the staff politely guided us as if we were treated like VIP customers, so we had to feel embarrassed by the gaze of the guests towards us.

In one corner of the studio he entered, there was a huge greatsword of such a size that he could not but look at it naturally.

“Totally… I like it.”

The design itself hasn’t changed much. The most notable change is the introduction of a little cross guard, which was not there before. However, as if to show off that it was not made of ordinary materials, the blade of the greatsword had a strange wave pattern engraved on it, and unlike the previous black and gloomy greatswords, it had a calm yet sophisticated luster. Siegfried approached the greatsword, which had the feel of a gladius, except for its perspective-destroying size.

“Wow, it fits snugly in the hand? The center of gravity is much better.”

“He came… Huh, I really didn’t think I would wield that ignorant-sized greatsword lightly.”

Perhaps the other blacksmiths had summoned Mr. Valkun, who was sleeping, as he appeared from the back of the workshop yawning and stroked his beard as he spoke his honest thoughts. It was certainly an admirable move. Ekatrina’s Warhammer has a long handle, so it looks stable, but since it’s a sword, the handle is much shorter than the sword body, so it looks very dangerous.

Of course, unlike those third-person senses, Siegfried swung the sword very skillfully and cautiously, then shook hands with Mr. Valkun with a satisfied smile.

“It’s a really nice sword. I think I can beat Eldmia with this.”

“It’s something a hero uses, so I’ll have to pay more attention than usual… Huh?”

For a moment, Mr. Valkun looked at me with the expression that I had heard something wrong, but I just shrugged my shoulders and replied with a rebuttal to Siegfried.

“Originally, the weak are blaming the weapons. I think it’s time to admit it after losing twice.”

“Ah, splitting weapons is against the law!”

“What are you saying?

It was only for a moment that he was swayed by my ruthless facts. Siegfried moved his gaze to the sword again, as if he was exceptionally satisfied with his sword, and nodded as if he had made a big decision.

“I decided on a name for this sword.”

“Even the way you turn the horse is really lame.”

“Uh-huh, brother, I’m not nitpicking in the hallowed spot of naming a new weapon.”

The word “divine is a horn” rose to his throat, but when he thought about it, Siegfried was a warrior foretold by God, so he thought that it might not be particularly wrong, so he passed it on.

“What do you mean by what a grandiose name?”

To name it Balmung, but? My guess was wrong by a single margin.

“Nothung.”

Huh, I guess you’re trying to get the name value right.

When I heard it, it was a very fitting name. Although it wasn’t stuck in a tree, it wasn’t a sword that couldn’t be lifted without a warrior’s level of ability. It wasn’t a broken sword, but it was made with that as a motif, and it had auxiliary functions suitable for a warrior, as befits the name of a necessity.

“What does it mean?”

But at least it wasn’t the language I had heard while living here, so when I asked the question feigning interest, Siegfried answered with a needlessly cool smile.

“necessity.”

“Hmm… I have to admit it’s a very fitting name.”

After a brief delay in acting, when he spoke of praise, he seemed to be aware that he had borrowed from modern knowledge. Mr. Valkun, who gave Siegfried tools to manage the sword and stroked Laika, talked to me, leaving behind Siegfried, who was busy looking at a lot of tools besides the whetstone.

“Come to think of it, the Shadow Foot came a few days ago and told me to give this to you. Take it.”

“Shadow feet?”

I was a little taken aback because I didn’t expect a name that I thought I wouldn’t see, at least for a while, to come and go like the wind. Have you ever met Sen and heard the story? I was curious in many ways, but first I received the leather pouch Mr. Balkun gave me and looked at the contents.

“portion?”

A glass container resembling a test tube for a science experiment, with a metal lock attached to it, was a potion bottle that looked classy at first glance. The only difference is that it has a clear blue color unlike normal potions that are red like red wine.

But that one was a huge difference. Having picked up something while working as an adventurer, I instantly understood what the contents were, so I couldn’t accept this situation and kept talking nonsense.

“Isn’t this like paint for dyeing?”

Unlike normal potions, this blue potion was a product of pure magic and was filthy expensive. With one of these, you can buy ten of the highest quality potions in the temple.

“He’s playful, but he’s not kidding about that.”

Perhaps because he knows the value of it, Mr. Valkun smiled moderately as if he understood my rudeness.

“He said thank you for helping his relative. I don’t know what, but he heard he lost this time?”

“…You’re such a consistent person.”

There are two types of potions that are commonly used. A potion made with divine power in the temple and a potion made by pharmacists through a magical process. However, since the latter is almost like decoction and the effect is moderate depending on the skill of the pharmacist, adventurers who often receive dangerous requests do not prefer it. Some people receive poisonous medicine well and are more effective than temple potions, while others have only a tonic effect, so even if they are a little expensive, they have no choice but to use temple potions that are sure to be effective.

However, both potions have one thing in common: the expiration date.

Due to the gradually dispersing divine power, if left unattended for a long period of time, the former gradually loses its red color and becomes fresh water, while the latter rots. The potion of the temple differs depending on the grade, but even the middle grade potion is known to be significantly less effective if left unattended for about a month. The pharmacist’s potion, although effective, cannot last even 3 days at room temperature, so mercenaries are more likely to get injured after fighting unconditionally than adventurers. are used more often

A few wizards who valued it very much gathered their will and dedicated their lives to creating a new potion, and the result would be this blue potion. Looking at what it looks like, it seems like it needs to be filled with mana, but there is no such thing in this world. It’s just a healing potion.

And, as you can guess from the aforementioned content, this guy is a product that has been freed from the constraints of the expiration date. Since this potion bottle itself is a magic tool, mana is periodically supplied to the contents to maintain freshness. Even after using a potion that had been stored for a year, there was an anecdote that a half-cut thigh remained attached to it, so it can be said that even the recovery ability is certain. Even unlike how it looks, it’s dirty and strong, so it doesn’t break with a moderate impact. In this way, it seems to have only advantages, but of course there are big disadvantages.

that’s damn expensive

The recovery performance mentioned above can be sufficiently achieved with a normal potion, and the expiration date is close to a problem that can be taken into account according to the request schedule, so unless it is a pharmacist’s decoction potion, it is a little annoying but not a big problem. Thanks to this, it is said that it did not take long for this potion to be treated as a household medicine for adventurers and high-ranking officials. That’s what I’ve been thinking so far too.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I received an item that could save my life up to four times in an emergency situation if I was just breathing.

“He was very sorry that he couldn’t give it to you directly because he was busy. He said that we should have a drink together later.”

“I like that. Shadow feet always seem to bring good luck.”

He is one of the people I want to meet as much as he wants to because he makes people happy with his unique goodwill. Anyway, this time I should also thank Siegfried. If he hadn’t asked to come with me, I wouldn’t have been coming here for a while.

Afterwards, Siegfried and I, having finished finding the tool bag for weapon repair, happily left the workshop and headed to our house. I’ll win this time, so when I cast “You can’t fight back” to the guy who said let’s fight again, the distance that seemed quite far without riding a horse quickly decreased. looked and said

“Oh. Is this your brother’s house?”

“Yes, it’s part of the price of Envelde’s life.”

“Keuh, yes. This is what a house should be like. It’s not like a pigpen that combines an animal barn and a living space for people.”

Siegfried, who took out a food bag with an impression that only modern people who had fantasies about fantasy life can share, did not go back and said with a subtle anticipation.

“Would you like to take a look around the house?”

Guy making a fuss. When I see the interior that my senses, trained through numerous games that had a housing system, made, I would shed tears with emotion.

The sun was already in the middle of the day anyway, so if I went back now, I would not be able to eat, so I nodded and accepted Siegfried’s offer.

“It’s lunchtime, right? Let’s go eat while you’re here.”

“I can’t wait to see how the house will be decorated!”

Even though he lived in a much more luxurious place, Siegfried’s reaction to being curious about the interior of such a small house was very naive, and I laughed without knowing it.