About ten days after the settlement of his troubles, Ray was working with four others: Elena, Vihela, Bune and Arra.
　Exactly, Seto and Yero will be in there, so it should be described as four and two.
　Elena and Arra are not registered as adventurers because of their status, but they are still partying to act with Ray.
　I was not asking for a punitive expedition, but I only visited the forest where the Cyclops had happened several times before to check if there were any abnormalities.
　Other than that, the demolition of the Cyclops, which had previously ended in the middle of the Cobold attack.
　Well, apart from his request, Ray was swayed by four people... exactly by Elena and Vihela.
　like going out to see Elena's Gilm or playing mock battles with Vihela.
　Ray and his colleagues spent their time like that, and today they were heading for a certain section of Gillum.

"...why do we need to go, too? Wasn't it only Ray who asked Azimov to work?"

　Vihela looks a little displeased because she was supposed to have a mock battle with Elena today.
　Vihela and Elena were about to go out of Gilm to play a mock battle when they received a letter from Azimov.

"Well, I understand Vihela's dissatisfaction. I think it would be quicker to come in person than to write to you."

　Given Azimov's character, he would come to see them in person rather than pass them letters.
　Perhaps everyone else was satisfied with Ray's words, but Vihela, who was complaining about them, was stimulated by curiosity and moved on through the streets of Gilm.
　There is a set of beautiful girls, Gryphon, with a yellow on the back. The only thing that didn't stand out among them was Ray, who was wearing a dragon lobe hood, which attracted the attention of the people around him if he went down the main street, but on the back street where there were few people, he had few eyes.
　Even though many people are accustomed to attracting attention, when they enter a place like this, they still feel a sense of relief.
　Just because you're used to being seen doesn't mean that you're not tired.
　Going down a less crowded street, you will soon see the house and laboratory in Azimov, where Ray has visited several times before.

"Well, that building... seems a little bigger than the surroundings, but it's nothing special about it."

　That was Elena's first remark when she saw Azimov's house.
　In fact, it's true that from the looks of it, it looks like a normal building. ...but on the outside.

"That's where you'll enjoy yourself after you get in,"

　What attitude does Elena take when she sees the mess?
　Ray knocks at the door with such a slightly spiteful thought.

(Come out again with your hands full of experiments...)

　I'm afraid you won't come out.
　Contrary to Ray's expectations, the door opens the next moment.

"Oh, it's too late,"
"... Pamidor?"

　Rey emerged from the door where he knocked, showing Pamidor with a deadly expression on his face that could be described as the boss of a thief.
　Suddenly Ray turns his gaze behind him, Elena reaches for Mirage's handle and Arla reaches for Power Ax on her back.

"Calm down, boys," He's vicious in appearance, and he's vicious in character... huh?"

　Ray tried to explain that there was no danger in the first place, but when he tried to explain Pamidor in detail, he ended up being a vicious person.
　and when they heard Ray's explanation, they judged the man before them to be the one who broke into Azimov's house...

"But this is Azimov's friend!"

　Ray's voice stops the Elena's movement.
　He then turns to Ray to ascertain the truth of his words, while Ray turns his eyes to Sett behind the Elenas and opens his mouth.

"Behold, Seto isn't particularly wary of Pamidor,"

　The statement was true, and Sett, who had met Pamidor many times, didn't seem particular about it, and he grunted as if he hadn't seen him in a long time, on which he was taking a nap in the spring sun.
　Seeing it, Elena and others finally unnerve themselves.
　It's Vichela to stare at Ray like that dumbfounded. Nevertheless, Elena and Arra smile as if they were saying it was no wonder.
　Bune watched a series of uproar as usual, with no particular expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, Pamidor,"

　With Ray at the top, others apologise to Pamidor.
　To these Elena, Pamidor shakes his head and says he doesn't care.

"Well, don't worry about it, as it is always the case. He's got a lot more beautiful than that."

　A little envy was impressive to Ray.
　...maybe because he said it with a gallows face, but from the sidelines it seems that he is threatening Ray and telling him to leave her alone.

"Well, say that? You were married, weren't you? ... I'm afraid I've never met a lover of things to marry Pamidor."
"Get out of here. She's not such a small woman to be jealous of."

　Pamidor opens his mouth after such a friendly conversation.

"But you've been called by Azimov, haven't you?"
"Oh, yes, sir. Is that the case, too? I haven't heard any progress has been made on the spear."

　Ray, Pamidor and Azimov When the three of them get together, Ray wondered for a moment whether there had been any progress on the spear Ray had asked for, but Pamidor shook his head.

"No, it's not a spear. --but it was not a little irrelevant to your spear-

　Apparently Pamidor already understands why Azimov called the Rays.

"It's kind of ambiguous again.
"I haven't been given any particular explanation," Talking to Azimov, I just thought maybe. Come on, just go up. as I say."
"Pamidor is all right, isn't it? I'm on good terms with Azimov. ...set.'
"Glu".

　When asked by Ray, Seto would have understood what Ray meant by that alone. He lays down beside the front door of Azimov's house with a short throat and a yellow on his back.

"Squeak?" "Squeak, squeak!"

　You must have noticed Seto lying down. When Yero, who was sleeping on his back, descends to the ground, he calls out to play with Seto.

"Glu... Glu, Glu, Glu, Glu, Glu.

　Seth becomes a playmate with his tail against him.
　Watching it calm down, Ray wanted to watch it for a while, but when he remembered that Azimov had called him, he went into the house.
　It's the same for others, and many of them want to stay here if possible, but they still walk into the house wondering if Azimov has any important business to do as long as he's called by the means of letters.
　...even though I was drawn back by the two lovely figures.
　He then enters the house and is led by Pamidor by Azimov, who is full of joy and looks.
　It was unusual for Azimov, who usually seemed to be in a bad mood, and it was enough to think that something had happened.

"Thank you for coming! Actually, I called Rey today because I wanted to tell you something."

　Anybody can understand by looking at Azimov today that he's feeling high.
　To that extent, Azimov looked different from his usual displeasure.

"I thought you were calling me and Pamidor about spears, but... no?"
"Oh, I mean, it's got to do with spears, to be exact." There was a hammer that Ray had brought, that Cyclops had used?"
"There you go,"Ray's mind is crossed by an experimental magic item of combat auto-reactive nerves created by Zuboz, which strikes lightning where he attacks, gives the user a powerful regenerative ability, and eventually takes over the body with roots stretched over the body.
　He had knocked Cyclops down, and obtained his hammer, and offered it to be used in the case of the spear which he had requested of Azimov."

"In other words, did you know anything from that hammer?"
"Yes, this could be a great discovery of the century if we do well. but it is only with that hammer that we must be able to make materials for it."
"Materials,"

　Although he had many gaps and eventually ran wild, he was still very competent as an alchemist.
　The way Azimov is now, Ray couldn't help but think so.

"And what happened to that hammer?"
"...to put it simply, it may be possible to mass-produce magic items."

　The room is enveloped in silence.
　It's because Azimov's mouth was so unexpected.
　Among them, the first to speak was Pamidor, who had known Azimov the longest.

"Azimov, just in case... I've heard that it can be mass-produced, like magic items of light that you use every day, or magic items that start a fire, right?"
"Of course!"

　Azimov reacts instantly to Pamidor's words.
　Magic items such as lights and sparks are easy to make and have already been mass-produced.
　I don't think there's any need to mass‐produce the mass‐produced stuff again.

"In this case, mass production is, to put it simply, like a magic sword. ...Of course, the ability of the sword to be produced in mass production is far from that of the craftsman. However, it still has the ability to call it a magical sword. Well, it's called a magic sword between an ordinary long sword and a magic sword."
"If it's mass production, it's no use doing so. So how exactly do you make that mass-produced magical sword?"

　Pamidor asks Azimov, keeping an eye on his curiosity, whether he is intrigued by the word "mass production of magical swords."
　As if he had waited, Azimov took out his usual, ordinary long sword.

"Do you mind? First of all, wash the blade of this long sword with water generated by magic. This is to wash away blood, rust, dirt, and so on, and even if it has just been struck, it is necessary."

　When Azimov says so, he sinks the blade of his long sword into water produced by magic, and wipes it with an alchemy cloth.
　The next thing they prepared was something that looked like clay at first glance.

"This clay contains magical powers that have been adjusted to make it more compatible with the hammer that Ray brought. Putting my magic into this clay, I'll slide it over the blade..."

　Slip the clay over the blade, literally.
　Perhaps because of the magic of the clay, there was a pale light in the blade that the clay had rubbed with the clay.
　Sliding clay over the blade ultimately envelops the blade in pale light.

"While this light is out... this is it."

　The next item was a container that was just as long as the blade of a long sword.
　Made of metal, the container contained some powder.

(It's like you're making a cutlet, isn't it? flour and egg like bread crumbs)

　Just before Ray's eyes, who thinks he's a little hungry, Azimov puts a container of swords in the wizards and casts a spell... the blade of the long sword has changed to a slightly different color than before, when he finally glows for a moment.

"It's complete. ... But, as I said, this magical sword is not such a powerful thing." Attacks are effective even for ghost-like and impractical undead monsters, but they can only be damaged."

　Still, Azimov says, it definitely sells in the sense that it's cheaper than a typical magic sword.

"It will sell, but... how will the hammer problem affect you?"
"This is it,"

　What Azimov showed was metal powder.
　Once that was done, Ray could see what the metal powder was made of.

"Did you turn that hammer into metal dust?"
"Yes, of course, the part you use for your spear is well divided. This is a fellow who used other parts of course."
"That's fine, but wouldn't it be possible to mass-produce it without that hammer?"
"Yes, that's why I called Ray. If you get that hammer material, could you pass it over here? If you study it a little more, you might be able to do the same with another material."

　In Azimov's words, he would only tell him that when he got it... he would hear the progress of the spear and leave Azimov's house.





"Wouldn't Ray be happy when it comes to mass production of magic items?"

　On the way home, Ray takes to the main street from the backstreet and finds it difficult to understand what Elena says that Ray has a hobby of collecting magic items.

"It's a cheap version, right? Then..."
"Mr. Ray!"

　That kind of voice echoed around Ray before he could finish.