Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga - Chapter 371

It was a strange sensation.

As if ignoring the law of conservation of mass, the metal protruding from the earring, which felt no weight, quickly flows like molten iron and takes shape. Through an unknown mechanism of magic, a visor and face shield are created with a leather chin strap and a lining that covers the head softly to block the eyes.

The helmet, which had a certain shape, completely covered the nose, but seemed to have long horizontal eye holes. The thickness of the helmet definitely reduced the field of view, but it was much more than I expected.

It wasn’t until the heavy sensation of pressing the trapezius muscle was added that Rummings’ work stopped transforming. Wanting something, I touched it and found that the armor that protects the neck was also made.

Since I came here, I have seen and experienced it myself, but it is full of unbelievable things.

Lummings came up to me while I didn’t know what to do, feeling as stiff as a cat caught by the back of his neck with clothespins at the sudden appearance of the helmet.

“Even when I don’t need to protect my face, I referenced the down visor format to protect my neck. As you’ll know when you use it, it’s not a structure where the seams are supported with leather straps. .Each of the iron plates is woven together like chain mail to support it, and if necessary, the position of the visor can be securely fixed. Here, with the visor open, press the lower chin area firmly to fix it…” Quite

satisfied I poured out explanations, but there was not much I could understand.

The visor can be lowered down and fixed in that state to be used as a front neck protector. The face shield is connected to the neck protector. The structure of the helmet is designed in a similar form to my gauntlet, so there will be no inconvenience in turning and moving the head. It was overwhelming just to understand the negative explanation. Somehow, having mastered the basic usage, I was able to lift up the mirror and check my appearance properly, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

I thought I would get a Spartan helmet, but I could only admire it because it was a level gap that I got an Iron Man helmet.

“…that’s very nice.”

“I always try not to lose aesthetics while pursuing functionality.”

oh what is it Of course, the appearance was also cool, but the exclamation now didn’t mean that. I was so busy being surprised by the existence of a helmet and neck guard that it was so perfect that I couldn’t believe it was a small piece of metal hanging from my earring, so I actually didn’t notice the aesthetic part.

From the ability to block a hammer thrown by Lumings without any recoil, to the extremely light weight and flexible range of motion that is unbelievable that wearing a helmet.

The perforated line that made me depressed just a moment ago is actually a very minor flaw.

“The weight of the helmet will be distributed to some extent through the neck brace, so you will feel less fatigue. Of course, your shoulders will get tired as much as that, but that shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

“I’m still very surprised. I can hardly feel the weight. How much shock can I withstand?”

“Even if you head-butt the ogre, the ogre’s head will break first? Your head will ring a little, but the recoil won’t be too bad.”

There was another explanation about why there was little recoil, but it was something I could never understand, so I heard it with one ear and let it go with the other. And once the visor was pulled down, as Rummings said, it settled like a giant face shield with a thump that pierced the man’s heart.

“But what does this have to do with tattoos?”

“It specifies the coordinates where the metal must not escape. Without it, it cannot maintain its shape properly, and it can be considered that it clings to the wrong place and tries to become armor. When you do, it will cause you very serious trouble.”

This time, as always, detailed explanations continued, but again, they did not come into my ears. The only thing I was able to pick up was that the tattoo would gradually fade as time went on, so that later, when activated, it wouldn’t be noticeable other than a faint glow.

“Because if it stands out too much, there is a risk that the enemy will notice what kind of structure it is.”

Truly reasonable and reasonable, 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 line is so customary that I can’t stand it. After that basic explanation was over, and after learning how to voluntarily store and take out the helmet, it was time for the sun to rise in mid-sky.

In the meantime, Bar Rummings, who had been talking for a while, seemed to have noticed that I was using magical powers to some extent. First of all, the Celebian next to him didn’t seem to know that fact, so he expressed it in a vague manner, but the nuance radiated without knowing it.

It wasn’t that he was wary of me or anything. She patted him on the shoulder as if she felt sorry for her and threw a bizarre virtue saying to struggle hard.

“Isn’t Rummings able to handle an elf hunter without difficulty?”

So I politely asked. Until I came here, I thought it was possible, but about the strange reality that was shattered as soon as I dealt with her.

Elf slaves are expensive not just for their aesthetics and longevity. As you can see from the fact that I made a lot of money by scraping and selling the ear hunters’ items and had to exchange them for jewels, they really go on a hunt fully prepared. It goes without saying that all the costs that go into it affect the ‘product price’ within a reasonable line.

The magical tools designed to incapacitate the elves or inflict fatal damage but capture them alive were truly diverse. Starting with sound bombs, strange magical tools that interfere with the condensation of mana, signal flares made with magic, iron nets that can temporarily exert an effect similar to the sealing shackles that Asilier wore in the past, and so on.

I found out while robbing their camp that they hunted with a variety of tools, to the point where I wondered if this was enough to catch the dragon. That’s why, until he met Rummings, he thought it was understandable to some extent to catch elves.

However, after seeing the elf who lived a single life for 2,000 years, now I have only questions. So I asked him openly, and Rummings replied with a bitter smile.

“How old do you think Celebian is?”

“…Conversing with Mr. Rummings normally, aren’t they about the same age?”

“I’ve probably…lived around 1700 years? Celebian must be around 500 years old now. Is that right?”

“It’s roughly the same.”

Celebian, who had been silent until now, replied with a calm nod. When my expression strangely changed, he added an additional explanation.

“The high elves consider each other equal.”

It was a short explanation, but it was also an explanation that could be understood in one shot. Rummings listened to the explanation and nodded slightly.

“Because passing the test of the World Tree is worth it. Age doesn’t matter too much. Anyway, there are not many living elves like me in this village or other villages. The chiefs of each village and the territory of the World Tree About the number of pilgrims staying in? Even if you add up all the elves on the continent, I don’t think there will be more than a hundred.”

The gist of what she was trying to say was clear to me without even asking.

He is not the average of his race. There are people who are similar to you, but they don’t move recklessly.

“When the power of the evil gods in the past ate half the continent… it wasn’t that hard to see elves who lived like me. But most of them gave their lives to end that era of despair. That’s how hard times were. It was a time when I had to be strong to survive.”

But… Lumings, who swallowed his words for a moment, opened his mouth slowly, staring at the hearth with invisible eyes.

“…But now is different. Evil spirits have died or been sealed away, the forces of evil have lost their power, and the balance that adjusts the world has moved accordingly. You may not agree, but to me and my peers who have lived through those days, This era is an era of peace. Forcing and pressuring people to become as strong as in the past in such a peaceful era does not conform to the will of those who did not hesitate to die to present peace to the children of the new era.”

“…Even if those who hunt elves appear because of that?”

“Hahaha, even in the Age of Evil Gods, there were elven hunters, my friend. Rather, they did more than they do now. Because they didn’t rely on tools.”

fuck. What kind of world do you live in…?

Rummings was still smiling as he recalled the unimaginable, far-distant past.

“It’s like the balance set by the gods. There must be something that adjusts the standard of good and evil so that it doesn’t lean to one side. That’s why the people of that era, including me, see that the era of ‘we’ has come to an end and remain silent as much as possible. Really. When the time comes to move… well, it will.”

The work of the present era allows children living in the present to overcome themselves.

At least the elves who had lived as long as she had seemed to have come to an agreement. But doing nothing with your hands behind your back isn’t something a living person would do, so it seems to be moving around here and there, but at least the case related to the elf hunter didn’t seem to fall within that range.

As a result, Asilie was put in a situation where she almost became a slave, but she didn’t feel like questioning anything. I was strangely convinced that if the decision was made by those who had lived their lives close to the year 2000, then there must be a reason that I could not easily understand or guess.

“So you’d better think a lot about your human friends. The pendulum of the gods never leans to one side.”

Our conversation ended with the feeling that eyes that could not see anything were looking at me precisely this time.