I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 50

"It's no good. In this way, heat cannot be used efficiently in the furnace."

"It's sweet to make. Not yet."

"What's the matter, Ars? It's not too early to go to bed. I feel comfortable producing it because the clumsy ones keep the lights on."

"You're almost there. Now, let's install something a little larger."

"Let's make it better. Well then, even if you can use it, you can't."

"Thank you very much. Would it be practical to do something about this? Let's go next. I'm not going to make a dough."

"Absolutely, Ars doesn't know what it is. You can't blacksmith with a furnace."

"May I, Ars? The temperature will not rise unless the wind blows in the furnace. That's why I need a wipe to send the wind."

"It's none of your business to make fudge out of trees? What are you talking about? You won't get a good weapon in that way. Come on, let's build it together."

"That's good. This is good. After all, the newly made wipes and jars matching the furnace are the artwork of the forgery. Ars would agree. Come on, keep your eyes open and take a good look."

"That's it? What are you saying? It's not over yet. There's something else I need."

"Furnace is what blacksmiths need, but fuel for furnaces can't be foolish either. It makes sense that you can't burn anything bad."

"That's right. It's not just that you should keep firewood on fire. I have to make charcoal."

"Are you going to build the furnace again? Of course not, Ars. Absolutely not."

"This village is a great waste. There is a vast forest and plenty of wood. There wasn't a single person who could make good charcoal."

"Alright, Ars. The secret to making charcoal is blocking the air."

"Fire turns ash when it burns. But what happens when you seal it and shut off the air? The tree burns without becoming ash, with its shape remaining."

"The better the charcoal, the easier it is to use. But we don't have such a good thing in this village."

"That's not true. Ars is beginning to understand. If not, I'll make it myself. That's what we call maker."

"I've traveled all over. I don't have what I need anymore, and I often cry. But I can't cry about what I make."

"Why are you traveling in more than one place?... it's a lot of things."

"Oh, no, Ars. If we don't do that, we can't keep it airtight. I don't mind talking, but don't let go."

"Yeah, yeah. It doesn't look good. This will make good charcoal."

"Now, it's a fire. You haven't slept properly in days? I'm fine. That's not how people die."

"It's more of a fire than that. Everything is important at first. What, if you do as I tell you, you won't fail."

"I thought you said to do it to me. But Ars, aren't you the one who wants this furnace and weapons? If so, what will you do so that you don't have the will to do it until the end?"

"Come on, let's do it quick. Ah, don't treat it so cluttery. I will lend it to you. I'll do it this way."

"Hmm, it's a wonderful furnace. Isn't the room filled with warm fire? Is it hot? It's still not the beginning."

"Now, the next step is to turn the big pig's fangs into weapons. You should take a good look. This fang is not just a weapon to sharpen. However, in combination with the catalyst here....."

"Where are you going, Ars? We're still in the middle of explaining. Ah, where are you!!!

You're an idiot!

When I built Grand's equipment to make weapons, I was spared most of my sleep.

Sometimes he's crazy.

Maybe he was licking the screws on the creator's head that make things.

Anyway, can we stay together any longer?

I shook Gran's hand and ran back to bed.