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Episode 101 - I Visited the Throne of the Liquor God

I hit it. I hit it.

The metal called Orihalcon is a real pain in the ass metal. I mean, I'm not just a metal, I'm wondering if it's a metal life form or something.

Not only must the temperature be carefully controlled, but the proper magic must be firmly observed when tapping. It's like having a magical conversation through a hammer. Besides, he's a super dm slap and he wants it. I can't mold it into the shape I wanted until I'm satisfied, and I get uneven in strength.

"Wow! Here!? Do you like it here? This dm!

It's such a pain in the ass that the curse jumps out of my mouth. Besides, I feel like I can mold better by cursing you like this. Are you sure these guys aren't alive?

"You're a strange person from the side."

"I wonder why you're cursing me..."

I can hear Hisohiso, Rijuana and Mr. Ermina. I don't even want to do this! But this is the kind of metal Orihalcon is!

That's why I don't really want to work out, this guy. I made divine silver because I hated this annoying smell.

"Hum, that's boring"

"Come on, what do you think? I think you'd better take a look at it till the end and then rate it."

I managed to work out my Orihalcon dagger body, so I forge a large steel dagger next time. How honest about steel compared to Orihalcon.

Work out carefully and arrange Japanese daggers. Yeah, you could have two daggers the exact same shape and different sizes at once. So I took the Divine Silver Stick out of storage. It is necessary for the work to be done.

"What's the kid doing?"

"Come on, well, let's see"

Concentrate your magic and consciousness as you listen to the voices of the outfield. Trace Orihalcon's dagger perfectly in three dimensions with space magic. It is very tiring to trace perfectly without missing the sharpness of the cutting edge. My head was about to burst into a huge amount of information, but I managed to finish the trace, so I slipped through the contents of the steel dagger with the magic of space cutting into the intact shape I traced.

The contents of a dagger of crippled steel make a sound and roll, Karan.

"Shindo..."

But that's not the end of it. Now transfer the Orihalcon dagger perfectly to the steel dagger that slipped through its contents. This one was a lot easier than creeping through.

"Wow."

When you get here, all you have to do is fix the pattern and sheath. End it crisp by choosing a good one from the materials available for the blacksmith. I'm used to working around here.

Thus a double-layered dagger of steel and orihalcon was made. Finished digging a four-leaf clover engraving on the patterned head.

"I got it."

"Hmm, a double layer structure of steel and orihalcon? What's the point?

"Olihalcon's dagger is too much to win loads of to let a child have it. That's why I coated it with steel. It would also be interesting to know that if the steel part wears out after using it and crushing it, Orihalcon's body will appear. Besides, if steel is cut off, it will also show its true value."

"Don't take too much work. It's not for mass production."

That's right. This is a gift for my child.

"But, well, you're making it politely. And the way it's made is novel. From the point of view of Non, it's a bad road, but it has creative ideas. If you don't, use the Orihalcon dagger as your core and hit it like that."

"There may be distortions in Orihalcon's body."

"That kind of thing depends on your arm. Besides, if you make this, the steel on the outside will shake and become useless when you are struck by a strong impact."

"If you're going to be shocked like that, Olihalcon will come out. Plus, it's embedded in space cutting without any gaps, so it's not easy to distort."

"Hung, I'm telling you, if you forge and press, you don't have to worry about that. You immatures."

"Hmm, you bastard"

Stare at Balgand. I figured you and this guy should hit each other once and put it on black and white.

"Yes, yes, that's it. I wonder why you guys can't get along."

Real broke in. I don't care what they say, this guy has a grudge, so I can't help it. The Kami-Silver Sword and the Crystal Core Blade Silver Sword that I made with care will never come back.

"So, what do you say? Does that mean you've been following me?

"Immature, but creative, I admit. It was an inconceivable way to lose a blacksmith. The application is going to work, too. I'm going to make you pass, so keep it up."

"Okay."

"Oh, besides, honesty"

"I'm pretty satisfied with just letting him say it was an unthinkable way for a blacksmith god. Even I still think I can make something better if I stick around."

There will be no end to manufacturing in the first place. My best work at that point, there will be, but if I continue my efforts, I'm sure I'll have more arms up in ten years. I guess it doesn't mean the upper limit is set, like the game.

"Then let me give you the blessing of Non."

"Ooh, get him - ahhh!? What the hell? Let's do this!

This guy suddenly punched me in the head with a gavel for a blacksmith.

"Because I'm a blacksmith. So this is the only way I can bless you. Forgive me."

"Gigigigigigigigigigigigigigigi...... well, so what's next?

I'm angry with this grandfather even if I don't care anymore. Let's just go next and say goodbye to this guy.

"Oh, next time. Shall we go to Meronel's?"

"Let's get to Non too. We're running out of booze."

"Like, let's go tacky"

"Are you following me, too?"

They follow me thinking I could say goodbye to the corner. You bastard.

"You're both quiet."

"No, what are you going to do with us before God?"

"God, you don't change your attitude to them either, or rather, you think Tysi-kun has a bad attitude?

"Is that so?"

"Yes, yes, there you go."

My vision suddenly switched again as I talked to two people who were as dear as the cat I had borrowed. Where am I? Sand everywhere as far as I can see. Seems like a desert to me, but what kind of desert would there have been on this continent?

"Sea of Sand...... Could this be the Second Continent?

"Correct, you know very well. Pram continent to be exact."

"Oh, no, there were other continents. I think I've heard of Meronel descending in places like the Sandrais Empire before."

"Melonel seems to be making a lot of noise with humans in taverns."

Check your current location by viewing the map on the menu while listening to Mr. Ermina and Real. Apparently, the current location is far northeast of the first continent we've ever been on - Pete continent. Let's hit the marker here and there as appropriate. That way it can be used as a warp point for long-range transfers, and as a stepping stone for working on this continent.

"So, where is Meronel's throne?

"Look, over there, over there"

"Am I?"

When I looked at the tip of Real's finger, I saw something floating in the sky.

"Floating Island? Oh, come on. That's fantasy."

"Meronel's throne is a palace on that floating island. Surrounded by his family, he lives there in comfort."

"What's that envy?"

Unexpectedly the real deal came out. And I was flanked from left to right. Why not?


Shall we go then?

Fluffy and real rises and flies to the floating island. Balgand flies as well.

"Eh."

"I'm not sure I'm going to jump that far into a boulder."

"I'll hold you."

Hold them both in your arms, and I will rise with flying magic, too. Meronel, the god of alcohol, what kind of a guy is that? Though I think he may be a good old man with a good width on his Ebisu face.

"Why don't you make some delicious knobs?"

"That's the trial?

"Saya. Easy. Yeah, do it?

When I got to the palace and asked what was going on, Meronel had put up such a subject. It's good to talk fast, but I'm too unscrupulous. By the way, Balgand's grandfather got Melonel a drink and just left. That guy, you really just came to taunt the liquor.

"No, I'm not a cook or anything but me..."

I turn my gaze in real life scratching my head. Good luck, but you want to say it, Bishi. I'll show you with my thumb up. No, I'm in trouble.

Mr. Ermina...... it's reckless to rely on it. How's Rijuana? Oh, can't you? Really? You don't have to shake your head with such a crying look.

"You're gonna have trouble expecting me?

In the meantime, I am led to the kitchen by a woman who is a member of Meronel's family.

Meronel was not the only place in the temple of the air, the throne of Meronel, where many beauties lived together. Every woman is beautiful and has big tits. Melonel seems to be a big tit skier. He's an old man with an ebisu-face in his heartbeat, but you have a good hobby!

"What's up?

"No?"

"Nothing."

For some reason, Mr. Ermina and Rijuana were getting behind us. Well, I guess you were anxious to leave me where there was only God and his family. If the two of us do something while I keep my eyes open, I'll be in trouble, so it'll help even with me.

"No, you were worried...?

"I was just worried about you or the women around me."

I told both of you what I thought and you got such a rude reaction back.

"What do you think I am?"

"Um, but, hey?

"No alarm, no gap."

I can't solve it. Well, let's just make a knob. Blah, even when they say booze knobs, I'm not sure what's good because I'm not a drunk. Well, food that feels a little salty, something that would easily pinch with one hand would be good.

"What do you make?

"Hmm, let's go simmering behemoth and kelp tenderloin"

I checked the condiments and the like in the kitchen before deciding on the menu.

Remove the dried seafood and dried kelp that had been secretly given way in the bird colonies while soaking the salted behemoth meat in the water and draining the salt.

Suitably match the seasoning used for tenderloin while returning the dried kelp and small shellfish like sissies with water. I use this because I had the soy sauce I got in the settlement of Ketsey before, the sugar I had in this cooking area, and the rice liquor-like liquor.

But don't take too long from now on, I'm about to get a reminder.

"Don't just let it get out of hand at times like this"

Remove various cans from storage. For now, salty biscuits are iron plates. Why don't you give me a stew too? You hadn't tried the other cans I got in the dining room at the domed facility yet.

"This is..."

It's a box-shaped can the size of my fist grip. Among the many cylindrical cans, this one emitted an international discoloration. When I open it, it contains something like hardened ground beef.

"This is me, right?"

I don't know the letter on the can, but I don't care how you look at it, it's alley. It is an alley that has also become synonymous with spam. Taste it a little and it's still salty. The fact that it feels a little greasy is also just the same. I liked it for what it was, and I bought and ate it occasionally in the original world. I'm starting to put it in my neighborhood supermarket for what it's worth.

"What, that?

"Canned meat"

"Is that meat? It doesn't look like meat at all."

"You're the one who carefully shredded the meat, mixed it with salt or something, seasoned it and heated it."

When I spooned him out a little bit, Riffana mouthed a can of meat, cautious. chew for a while before swallowing.

"I'm soggy."

"I guess. It's probably a better horse to put the fire through than it is."

Open the contents over the slab and slice slightly thicker. Cook both sides in the frying pan as is without pulling any oil, then stab them in triplicate on the frying pan with wood skewers and give them to Rijuana and Mr. Ermina as well. Of course I eat too.

"Yeah, I prefer this one to raw."

"Right."

"It's a little salty, but it's delicious. Looks like it'll fit the bread."

Melt the bird eggs on the side of the two people who have a reputation to make the egg grill, and similarly slice and serve the roasted canned meat on the same plate. It is a beautiful pork egg. I put it in the basin with a mug with warmed stews and a can of open biscuits and had Meronel's family take it.

Within doing so, the behemoth meat has been drained of salt and the return of kelp and seafood, so I make the stewed behemoth and kelp tenderloin. Miscellaneous dishes that just boil both of the tenderloins, but you can't have a booze knob like this. Or even if they expect me to cook decently.

"Who made this dish?!?

I can hear the old man making noise in the distance. Get the general! But that sounds like a sword screen to me. Hey. I told you to make it yourself, so I'm the only one with anything. Think about it in common sense.

Zuddodd dodd, and something runs. No, it goes without saying what's already running. Remove the same cans of meat from storage that you used earlier for cooking, and set them up.

"Earlier Meat and Egg Riggs"

A can of meat thrown with a critical force applied or subtracted that won't crush the can even if it hits the human body pierces the center of Meronel's face.

"You're not running into the kitchen. It'll be dusty."

"Ugo...... Ha!? This is a spammy can!? I even dreamed of a spammy can!? Dude, where did you get this!?

"I was exploring the ruins in a certain place and found them. I've been rooting for you, and you only have what I have left."

"What!? Wow, give me a break! Tam!"

"No! No matter how much it gets stuck, it doesn't slip."

"The afterlife! Oh, my God!

"Yeah, well, fine. Let me get three for you, okay?

What a vain thing to pretend to be a screw-up to someone who doesn't make sense. Well, I don't care if they say it's a good idea. Leave the spammy cans and dots you were getting for yourself and get them all out.

It's in three packs at a time, so I decided to just secure one pack for my storage and give it all away. I don't need that much.

"Here, so eh!? Huh!? Give it back to me later, but I won't give it back!?

"No, that's fine. Instead, you know what I mean.

"Of course not! How much do you want to bless?"

The liquor god was chocolate. It feels like this is okay, but it would be good if the person said so.

"Are you sure it's that light?

"Yeah. I like the way Vault Han is done in the first place. Your Highness is serious this time."

I removed some cooked rice cupboard from somewhere while Meronel said so in a seemingly non-Kansai valve. And just bake a sliced spammy, then climb on top of a mound-shaped gripping mesh and crumble.

"Ahhh! This! It's been a while and I think I'm gonna cry!

Well, you're here. People who pour into certain foods. I guess that was the spammy can for Melonel. No, I guess it's the end of the accomplishments of the guys who were originally ancient people and took pseudo-divinity into that body, these guys. Wouldn't it be strange if the food in the old world had any thoughts?



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