Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 370
Unlike his blunt appearance, Rummings was very talkative. It wasn’t a particularly exciting accent, but it was enough to talk nonstop while preparing for the extension work with Celebian and I sitting next to each other.
That doesn’t mean I’m just throwing random stories or talking nonsense. When I saw me, I thought of my old past, I was amazing at a young age, etc. I just summarized my personal impressions very naturally.
What followed was the reason for choosing the pitch.
“The helmet is important. No hero, no matter how great, can’t fill his head with muscles. You already know that your most vulnerable part right now is the upper part of your neck, right?”
At first glance, ‘if the neck and body are separated, you will die!’ It may sound like a trivial pun, but the reality is completely different. I was saying that if you are an equal opponent, it is not easy to get hurt because you can cover all the attacks with swordsmanship.
In fact, it was about two levels stronger than me, so if I couldn’t cover it, I was at a level where I could choose the next best way to avoid fatal wounds and get stabbed and succeed, so it wasn’t wrong. Just like I did in Envelde.
It’s a reckless act of believing in the skills you’ve acquired and the body you’ve trained, but it’s better than dying, right?
However, the areas where you cannot try this method are the neck and head. As Lumings said, this is not an area that can be covered with training, but the vital point itself. It is said that the reason why her attacks, which imitated the swordsmanship of the demons at the end, gradually began to focus on the head, was intended to allow her to experience those gaps firsthand.
“Your temperament is not suitable for focusing on defense, so even the helmet should be made to help you attack.”
Depending on the situation, well-made armor can also play the role of creating gaps by receiving and shedding attacks from opponents. It would be perfect to die in an instant if you believed in it and went out recklessly, but it is an undeniable fact that the moment you must choose the next best option, it gives you an advantage that can never be ignored.
However, unlike other parts of armor that can fulfill its role as long as it is moderately strong, the helmet cannot withstand attacks simply relying on its strength. In front of a concussion, come and go and fuck and be damn equal. Rummings inflated my expectations by saying he would make a pitch that could do that.
In my previous life, there were many cases where I didn’t use it because I had to show the main character’s proud face in cartoons or video media, but what I’ve been through so far and what I’m going to have to go through in the future is fucking real life and reality, so there was no reason to refuse.
Even though I felt the need for pitching myself, there is no reason why I have been without pitching so far. The biggest reason was that there were few occasions to deal with enemies so strong that one had to stick to armor, and the next reason was that most of the engagements with strong enemies occurred when preparations were insufficient. Bonnie ‘Attack is the best defense.’ It was just holding on in the form of
“There were some guys with good skills who didn’t like it because they didn’t want their eyesight to be narrowed and their ears to be blocked.
It was an honest and cowardly fact that had nothing to do with it, so I just nodded gracefully.
Meanwhile, Rummings’ hands are constantly moving. The whole process of tapping metal, raising fire, and shaping is absolutely natural. If there was a difference in how much more skilled he was than the blacksmiths he saw whenever he stopped by Mr. Balkun’s forge, it was that he didn’t draw drawings.
“The head is fine
. Should I say instead, Lumings constantly touched my hair here and there in the middle of the work.
My taste or opinion does not enter into the work. I didn’t bother to ask, and Lumings didn’t ask either.
What do I add to the work of a man who has been hammering for over 1300 years? Even adding an outward taste is an insult. Of course, I don’t think she’d take that as an insult, but I wouldn’t even dare to try.
It was strange and interesting just to see the work that continued like water flowing, so Lumings’ words continued even while he was in a state of fascination.
“Helmets are a matter of course for soldiers in the military, but for adventurers and travelers, they also have many disadvantages. Wearing them all the time puts restrictions on sight and hearing, so you can’t see what you can see or hear what you can hear.”
In fact, for that reason, there are not a few adventurers who are reluctant to wear a helmet, but know that it is necessary, make a suitable loop, hang it on a line, wear it around their waist, and use it when needed. I often see things made with a design that is easy to do.
He didn’t seem to know that such things were gradually spreading around the world, but as Lumings moved his hand, clearly mentioning the disadvantages, the metal that had been placed on the anvil in a form close to a stone until just before began to melt.
“Putting on and taking off when necessary is really close to the only solution, but that’s why it’s ‘protected.’ Is it no different than compromising by only meeting half of its purpose? I didn’t like that, so I used my brain a bit. Then, it stays in a more portable form, then responds to attacks directed at the head and returns to its original shape on its own. I made the armor.”
…I think I just heard about skipping a ton of stuff? you made it? ‘I was going to make it.’ not?
I also recently learned from reading some magic books at the academy and being educated by Master and Seneran on attributes, but in order for Lumings’s words to be possible, the armor must have an ego or have a built-in magic formula that can respond to the owner’s thoughts.
But there are really many problems there.
First of all, in the case of the former, the primary problem was that an artificial soul with an ego that could determine the transformation by accurately classifying the degree of threat to the owner, a living creature, was needed. There was a point that it had to be about full plate mail even if it was ordered. Of course, at that point putting on and taking off the helmet is no longer a problem.
The latter method of embedding magic formulas? This also has many problems, but the most serious and fatal problem is that once the shape is changed, even the magic formula engraved inside is distorted, making it impossible to recycle.
Lumings said that he had achieved a finished result by improving and supplementing all the problems now.
“Are you saying you’ve finished the artifact?”
“Of course there was magic involved.”
Something… The meaning was misaligned, but Rummings’ hand did not stop. And each time it happened, the metal, which had been the size of three of my fists just before, got smaller and smaller.
“We looked for ways to take into account the shortcuts, but it wasn’t easy. Even if you ask the dwarves, they don’t tolerate shortcuts because their philosophies are so strong that it wasn’t very useful. The answer, to tell you, was in the earrings and tattoos.”
“It’s an excessive jump, so I don’t understand it at all.”
“Do I really need to understand? I just need to be sure of the performance, right?”
no? Rummings, who was looking at me with an expression like ‘, was clearly asking for an answer, so I answered after thinking for a while in a timid mood.
“That’s it… that’s right.”
Well, do I understand that a craftsman with 1350 years of experience is saying it? That’s what I answered…
“Okay, I agreed, so excuse me.”
Suddenly, Rummings’ right hand moved dazzlingly, activating an unknown magic spell, and suddenly grabbed my neck.
“Ahhh?!”
It wasn’t that the grip was so strong that it hurt or anything like that.
I literally just put my hand on my neck… Should I say it feels like my skin is slightly ripening, or should I say it feels like being pricked with a needle?
“It stung a little, right? But I’m sorry because it’s less painful if you do it in an instant. It’s like pulling out your teeth, right?”
fuck. As expected of someone who has lived for thousands of years, it was clear that one or two places were not normal. Is this a little stingy? I didn’t have to forcibly take it off, avoiding the hand that was moving away, and touched my neck, but nothing seemed to change.
“Damn it, I should at least say something. What the hell is it?”
“I just told you. The answer lies in earrings and tattoos.”
Rummings’ left hand, which still moved as if he was playing alone, held a metal object that had shrunk to the size of a grain of rice. At first, it must have been black, but now the metal, shining ultramarine blue, looked like a jewel at first glance.
“Tattoos created by transforming engraving magic and shamanism were made to hold the shape and boundary, and contracted blood magic and magic formula were injected into the earrings to make it possible to link with the wearer just by piercing the ears. Lastly, tattoos and earrings If it’s interlocked? The metal attached to the earring like a jewel can take shape according to the owner’s reaction, even if it doesn’t have a built-in magic formula.”
“Earrings… evil?!”
Rummings, who had inserted ultramarine grains of rice into the tip of a silver earring in the form of a small ring, strode forward again, and this time, he thrust a new earring into my right ear where Asilier’s earring was.
It was a perfect surprise, with no time to react or resist. It’s just absurd that I tried to open my mouth to ask questions, and ended up giving her the exact location.
While I was holding back the words, “What the hell is that?” from my heart at the story going so fast, Rummings, who lifted up a hand mirror that was roughly on the table and threw it to me, finished the explanation with a satisfied smile.
“It’s okay to brag about it wherever you go. It’s because I have the only helmet in the world.”
Looking at her skills, explanations, and situation, it was clear that she had received a really great privilege, but I couldn’t just be happy.
“…driving me crazy.”
In return for the pitch, an unexpected perforation was drawn on the neck. How can you be happy?
It was actually a tattoo that looked like some sort of Celtic pattern, but the only thing that came to mind was the perforation. But whether it’s because he doesn’t see his eyes or it’s just his personality, Rummings didn’t care at all about my reaction and threw the small hammer on the table at my head. The hammer flew at a fairly fast speed, as if he had mastered the art of throwing.
I realized that it was not an attack that started out of the blue, but a test to prove performance, so I just stayed still, crying and eating mustard.
– Empty!
Fortunately, no one was hit with a hammer and bleeding from the forehead. Before I could blink an eye, the metal that had spread from the earrings wrapped around my head and the hammer bounced off me.
It was a really great performance, but I couldn’t be happy again this time because I kept thinking about the cut line on the neck.