Chapter 79

Apart from a bit of special content, it's just a regular transaction. The head clerk leaves the room to inform our cart's contents to be loaded. "Ah, about those five halberds," "What happened?" "The 'Noble Lord' was pleased to purchase them." "Well, I didn't really think he wouldn't buy them." "And, there's a request from the 'Noble Lord'." "Oh? What is it?" "He apparently wants to sell three more of those halberds. For the guards at the manor." "I see. Understood." If it were a request for a custom-made model, we would need the person to come to our place, but since it's not, we can simply accept the request. I'll make them as soon as I get back, before I forget.

After that, we talk about the current state of affairs, which is the only time I get to hear about the world's movements. Compared to catching news of riots on the other side of the world through the internet in my previous life, hearing limited regional news from just one person once a week is quite a stark contrast. Perhaps I should secure some other means, but since it's not urgent, I'll take my time looking into it.

There doesn't seem to be any talk of a major war or a large-scale expedition (like against dragons or giants) that would require immediate mass production. Even if there were, whether to accept it is another matter. However, there are some suspicious stories, like small skirmishes with monsters in the borderlands or minor disputes over borders and water rights. I hope none of them escalate into something larger.

After leaving Camillo's shop and passing the entrance to the town, I noticed that the guards on duty haven't equipped the halberds yet. It probably takes some time for training, so they couldn't be deployed immediately. I nodded to them and passed by.

Nothing significant has happened on the road or in the forest. I'm always on guard, but it's usually a leisurely routine. Once home, we unload the goods together, and the purpose of today's trip to town is complete.

From the next day, it's back to blacksmithing. I make the plates, and I work on the halberds while Rike and the others make other weapons. I've made halberds before, so I managed to complete three without much trouble. It took about two and a half days, and today, the third day, I have half a day free. Since they are for the manor's guards, I decided to spend the free half-day adding engravings to the halberds. Thanks to the previous experience of reinforcing the chisel to engrave mithril, the engravings went smoothly, and the three halberds were completed. They might be a bit too rugged for ceremonial use, but they should be impressive enough for the guards to hold at the gate.

With the custom order completed, from the next day, we moved on to making items to supply to Camillo's shop. Rike continued making standard models, while Sermia and Diana went hunting. We have enough meat, so it's probably more like patrolling the forest. Thus, our "usual" daily routine began.

Tomorrow, Sermia and the others will take a break from hunting, so today I'll work on the knives. Rike and I heat and hammer the plates to make the knives. The blacksmith shop is filled with the relaxed sound of flames and the rhythmic sound of hammers. Occasionally, the sizzling sound of quenching and the whirring sound of sharpening mix in. We continue this until just before evening, and then it happens.

Another sound mixes into the music-like sounds of our work. It's the sound of knocking on the door of the workshop and sales area. It's not as bold as when Helen knocked, more timid. Well, compared to the door-breaking knock from Helen, most people would seem timid.

"Alright, I'm coming." I stand up with a "heave-ho" and head to the door. The knocking stops when my voice is heard.

I unlock and open the door, and there stands a woman. She is taller than Rike but slightly shorter than Sermia. Her slender figure is wrapped in travel attire. Her long, narrow eyes and silver hair cut to her shoulders are striking, but what catches the eye most are her ears—long and pointed.

The knowledge I gained from my previous world and the knowledge installed in me both confirm the same thing: she is an elf.

The elf speaks in a soft voice. "Is this Eizou's workshop?" "Yes, this is Eizou's workshop." "That's good. I've come because I have a request." "I see. Please, come in." "Thank you."

I guide her inside. She obediently follows. Rike stops his work and watches, so I signal that everything is fine and ask him to bring some watered-down wine.

"Please, have a seat." The elf nods, puts down her luggage, and sits on the log chair without a sound. There's a simple table set up, and when Rike gently places the drinks on it, the woman bows her head slightly in gratitude.

"So, what is your request?" "This." She takes out a cloth-wrapped object from her luggage and spreads it on the table. I widen my eyes at what's inside.

"I would like you to repair this." She looks at me with pleading eyes.

On the table are the broken fragments of a mithril sword.