'Oh, I didn't know that happened. No wonder I thought it was so noisy downstairs.

　On the way to Kelly's workshop, I was telling Amour and Blanca about what had just happened.
　They had just come down when we were kicked out of the cafeteria, so they hadn't seen the devastation in the cafeteria.

'So Namitaro is in the bag ... alive?

　Amur was worried about Namitaro, but it was useless to do so. After all, I can hear a small voice from the bag from a while ago saying, "Let me out, it's cold. I can't wait to get it out...." from the bag.
　When I told Amur about it, he said, "It's okay if you're okay," and stopped worrying about it. It seems that he sensed from Nami Taro's voice that there is still room for improvement. I agree with him. After all, I had covered my face with ice at first. The fact that you can still hear his voice means that he has melted at least some of the ice on his face. I haven't checked, but he may have already finished melting the ice all over his body, and he may just be acting. In that case, the best punishment would be to leave him alone, since dealing with him would only make Namitaro happy.

'Ah, here we are. Kelly, I'm going to interrupt you.

　I was talking to them and before I knew it, I was in front of Kelly's workshop. There were a few customers inside the workshop, but the employees were dealing with them, and Kelly was propped up on the counter looking bored.

'Hmm ... oh, Temma, what's up?'

"You don't look very motivated, Kelly...

　Kelly, who looked more unmotivated than bored, turned her head languidly... though she was still propped up against the counter.
　Shiroumaru and the others, apparently unhappy with the narrowness of the sales floor, went into the back workshop on their own accord. But there was no one here to pay attention to them. Rather, it was just that the female dwarves in the back began to prepare the sweets.

''No.... we've been getting more and more stupid customers lately, and I'm just getting tired of dealing with them... to the point where I'm thinking about changing my base...'' ...

　What a dumb customer Kerry says is a dumb customer, give me a better weapon! And build an original weapon! Or give me a weapon with special effects! And when Kelly recommends a weapon of her stature, she says, "You're a woman, you're so cocky! He says he's going to get out of it.
　He's not motivated by the fact that such things keep coming up.

"Even if we have good weapons, who is going to make weapons that the user can swing around with? Totally!

　The patrons around him nodded at an exasperated Kelly. Apparently the people here were patrons of Kelly's weapons and were worried about Kelly being at the mercy of an idiot.

'Well, I'll take this one and this one, please. Kelly, don't worry about the idiots.
Nandan.
If Kelly goes out of business because of a fool, we're in trouble. I'll do what I can to help, so don't hesitate to tell me!

　The regulars left the workshop, calling out to Kelly, who started complaining to me.
　The last customer to leave had turned over the business bill that was hanging at the door, but none of the employees put it back, instead they locked the door and began to take a break.
　I guess everyone was worried about Kelly. I came along and started to act as an outlet for Kelly, and they seemed intent on imposing on her.

'That's a disaster Kerry so what's causing the idiots to boil over?

　I was about to ask Kelly if she had any idea what the cause was when her eyes flashed sharply.

'The cause ... you! It's the Temma!

　Kelly grabs both of my collars and starts swinging them back and forth like a shake.
　But I didn't know what I was talking about, and I tried to stop Kelly anyway, but it was difficult to stop the arm strength of the excited dwarf. Eventually, with Amur and Blanca in between, Kelly's excitement finally subsided.

'I'm sorry, Temma this was a total take it out on you but I'm not sure Temma was the cause of it.

　The weapons I used to win the tournament and dismantle the dragon were also made by Kelly, according to Kelly.

The more foolish you are with your tools, the better you are at using them, and if you don't, you're a clown.

'That's right! Well, if it's the same exact thing, I'll get it for you! But if you die because you can't use the weapon you have prepared, the bad press will not only come to you, but to the person who prepared it! That's not good for me!

　At Blanca's muttering, Kelly starts to get excited again. If this was a mere arms dealer's doing, there would be less of a problem, but for a 'blacksmith who makes weapons tailored to his client' like Kelly, it's a huge blow.
　Even if you say that the ultimate responsibility lies with the injured or dead self, it doesn't stop there, it's a human emotion. Some percentage of people will say, 'It's the weapon's fault!' And they make a lot of noise. And peers and strangers who hear this may believe the story. Even if they didn't believe the story, they would try to avoid any workshop that had any concerns. In other words, it is 'reputational damage'.
　This may not be a problem if it is a large blacksmith shop, but in a small individual shop like Kelly's, it could even be fatal.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time with us.

'That's why I don't want to do anything for a while...'

　I was worried about Kelly, whose emotions have been up and down since a while ago, but I was impatient to see what I would do.
　Amour's request is to make armor based on the bandit king's armor, but even repairing it is too much for me to handle. It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

"So, after all this time, what's Temma doing here?

　It was really too late now, but Kelly asked me why I was visiting, and I answered honestly, though a bit hesitantly. Then......

"Oh...

　The light came back into Kelly's eyes. I thought this might be the case, and when I told her about the Amur armor I was thinking about, Kelly's expression gradually began to come alive.
　The employees who were hiding behind the door and peeking in on Kelly's situation are making gestures of support.

''That's pretty funny... but this isn't enough material... oh! You're going to use that too!

　When I told Kelly, who was getting better, what materials I was planning to use, her excitement increased even more and she started drawing on paper at an incredible rate.

'Nice, nice! That's a job worth hundreds of times more than all the requests we've been getting these days! Temma! Take the materials to the workshop! Oh, and someone should go to the warehouse and find some decorations that might be suitable and usable! If you don't have a good one, go buy one!

　At first I was only going to ask Kelly for advice and help, but before I knew it, the roles seemed to be reversed. Well, it would be better if Kelly, who is in her day job, took the lead on this one, and since it's based on my ideas, I guess I should think of it as a subcontractor, but I'm not sure I can explain.

'Alright, we've got it! It's based on Temma's ideas, with my own improvements!

That's Kelly.　
Oh.
Oh!

　When we were ready, Kelly's drawing was completed at the right time.
　All of us, minus the rest of us, exclaimed in unison in admiration.

'The question is, will you like it, missy, and what do you think? As far as I'm concerned, it's the best I've ever seen.

'All clear!

　As if pulled by an excited Kelly, an equally excited Amour immediately bowed his head in OK.　
'Then let's start with this!

　Fully revived, Kelly headed to the workshop with a tongue licking force. Of course, I, too, was dragged by Kelly to the workshop.

"I'll finish it in a few days, so look forward to it~

"Blanca~ I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but please send a message to Grandpa and the others - 'I don't think I'll be home for a while'...　

　As Kelly dragged me away, Blanca raised her hand to answer me and began to negotiate with a nearby female dwarf.


　Three days later, a set of armor for Amur was lined up in front of me and Kelly, who had been cutting down on their sleep time. There was still some adjustment work to be done, so it couldn't be called complete, but Kelly and I couldn't stop grinning at the results from earlier. In addition, my leather armor is also lined up, but it doesn't look particularly noteworthy, so it's somehow inferior to it.

It was just the right amount of work to get rid of all the resentment I've been feeling... and while I'm at it, I was able to finish Temma's, so there's nothing to say about it!

Don't say it's an afterthought in front of him but I understand the temptation to say it.

　For now, I'm going to tweak Kelly, but I can't help but feel like saying it. After all, this leather armor isn't much different in shape from the one I've been using for some time. The previous one was very convenient for me, so I just took it apart, made a mold, and made another one just like it.
　Well, even though I said I only made it, I added new twists to each part of it, and the quality of the materials is far superior, so I had to go through a certain amount of trouble when making it, but even so, Kelly felt it was sometimes boring because she knew what the finished product was.
　The material used for the armor is the skin of a ground dragon, and the lining is made from the elastic skin of the wyvern subspecies, which is the most ingenious part of this armor. Other than that, the only other thing I've done is to make the metal parts of the armor into strings and belts. The reason for this is because using the skin of a ground dragon or wyvern subspecies is sturdier than using poor metal, and is easier to care for and replace than using metal such as orichalcon or mithril.

''No~ I'm sorry to say it, but it was like replicating the same armor... by the way...''

　Compared to my armor, Amour's equipment was almost as original as the form of my armor, so Kelly's enthusiasm was different.
　You can't blame Kelly for her attitude, because I, as I say, even thought it was more interesting than my own armor.

　I was going to let Amur know as soon as it was done, but it was still too early in the morning, so I started making adjustments to my leather armor for the time being.

''When I say adjustments, it's not really anything special since I've hit it against my body a number of times in the process of making it... it's a little stiff, but I'm sure it'll get used to it as I use it.''

　So I finished about ten minutes after I started. The only thing I did was to shorten the length of the belt and strap. But even to shorten them a bit, we had to use Orihalcon's Mino, which is just as good as you'd expect from an earth dragon.

　In the time it took for Amur to arrive, we had finished cleaning, bathing and eating, and we were writing down the modifications and improvements on paper and preparing materials for future reference.
　As we were finishing up our documentation, one of the employees brought Amur and Blanca over.

''Oh!

　As soon as Amur saw the armor on the desk, he started flailing around excitedly.
　Blanca grabbed the back collar and lifted it up so that the excited Amour wouldn't jump around.

''Get settled in, we still have some adjustments to make, so I'll let you put it on once first.

　Kelly received Amour being lifted by Blanca and took him straight to the back. A few female dwarves followed behind her.


'Does it suit you?'

You look better than I expected.
Surely that's the right equipment for a young lady...

　That's how I honestly felt about Amur, who asked us what we thought in front of us.
　The armor that Kelly and I made this time consists of a hooded cloak, breastplate, waistcoat, armor, and Kyahan. All of them have the "Bandit King's Armor" on the surface, so they are almost entirely tiger-patterned. It's the perfect equipment for Amur, the tiger beastman.
　If it were just a tiger pattern, it would look good on Blanca, but the reason Blanca said it was "perfect for the young lady" is because of the cloak.
　The hood of that cloak is made from the upper part of the head of the "Armor of the Bandit King" from the upper jaw up.
　The head of the Bandit King's Armor is made to look like a masked wrestler's mask and is larger than Amur's head, so if you use it as is, Amur's face will be hidden. So I stuffed the inside of the head and made it shallow.
　And I adjusted the head so that the upper part of the head is at Amur's forehead, so it doesn't interfere with his vision, and the furry head works as a helmet. Moreover, the hood is removable, so it can be used as a normal cape when it's in the way.

　The lining of each piece of equipment is also made from the skin of a resilient part of the wyvern subspecies, making it much sturdier and more durable than ordinary metal armor.
　A belt made from the skin of a ground dragon is attached to the waistband, and the trapezoidal fur protects the sides and midway down the backside of the thighs, so that most of the back side is covered with the cloak and leg bonds at the same time.

'How does it fit?'

　Amur, who had been spinning around when he heard my words.

Large feet!

　And posed like a masked rider. Perhaps he liked it so much that even after the fine tuning was done, Amur was still equipped.

''Ah! Temma, here.

　Amur, who was in a hurry, suddenly remembered and came to me and took out a bag from the bag.
　I checked the contents of the bag and found that it contained gold coins, and when I counted the coins, I found that there were a total of two hundred coins (two million g).

Isn't that a lot? Most of the materials are repurposed from Amur's possessions, and I'm guessing the combined cost of materials and production that I put up is less than half of this, right?　

　I asked Kelly about it just to be sure, but she said the market price is roughly around 600,000 g, which is 300,000 g of material costs and 300,000 g of production costs, excluding the amount you bring in.

It's fine. It's a token of my gratitude. Besides, this is the money I've earned thanks to Tenma.

　Amur said that he made money betting on my winning the team match in that tournament. Apparently he didn't bet too big at first, but he poured all of his profits into every 'Oration' match, and before he knew it, he had won a lot of money.

''So give back,''　

　He tried to accept only the regular price, without pointing out that he was using the reduction wrongly, but he didn't point it out.
　But Amour was also stubborn that he wouldn't pull back once he gave it out, and the reversal occurred as the buyer raised the price and the seller lowered it.
　It was finally settled by Kelly saying that he was happy to buy his arm for a high price, but his blacksmith's pride wouldn't allow him to sell it at a price that was too high for his reputation, and Branca dropping his fist-bone by saying that Tenma would hate him if he was too persistent.
　However, since Amur insisted that he wouldn't make less than a million G's, I agreed to that price.
　Incidentally, Kelly's words were followed up with something like, "If you were an idiot with no discernment, I'd sell it with no problem, even if you paid a high price.
　I don't care if the idiot loses a lot of money on his own, but I heard that if you rip off customers like Amour, you lose the trust of your fellow blacksmiths. Well, he says he's going to warn the idiot at least once, but he's not going to take responsibility beyond that.

　I split the payment I received with Kelly and halved it, and then gave Kelly another 300,000 G from the reward to me.
　This was for me accepting the request from Amur and asking Kelly for support (well, I was more supportive than her since I did most of the work, mainly Kelly), and for my armor.
　It was a price that included a bit of a nuisance fee, but it wasn't as excessive as Amour's, so I was able to get them to accept it easily.

The best thing about this is that it's not a bad idea to get paid even more for the interesting work you've done.

　In a good mood, Kelly shoved the reward she had received carelessly into the safe. Kelly's skin was strangely lustrous and foggy, a lie of what it had looked like a few days ago, and she exuded a certain peculiar s*xiness, but a lot of things were ruined by the large mug of ale pouring down her jaw and pouring it full of ale.

　Aside from Kelly, the female dwarves who worked in the workshop had also begun to drink, and the shop was closed for three days in a row. We poured ourselves a mug of booze and joined the feast and toasted for the umpteenth time, when an uninvited guest appeared in the shop.

　When the guest saw us in the restaurant, he tried to open the door, but since the door was locked, he crashed into the door with all his might and shouted an order to his hoodlum-like bodyguard to break it down while holding his reddened forehead.

"You're in good standing for refusing my request, 'an?' Wha........

　The ones who threatened while covering the intruder's lines were Blanca, who was exposed to the broken door fragments, and Kelly, who was in a bad mood at once when she saw the intruder's face.
　The power of the two men was so powerful that not only the intruders, but also their guard-like goons were consumed by the two men's fury and froze.

The owner of an up-and-coming and much-talked-about business association can't seem to read the closed-off letters on the door... even the neighborhood kids can read them, but totally... hey, go get the guards. They said there was a break-in, and ten of them will be there in no time.

But first, my fist is going to roar...

　Blanca, who has a moderate amount of alcohol going around, started walking towards the intruders.
　The intruders don't seem to understand the person in front of them, but they seemed to feel that the power of the intruder was not just any person, and summoned the guards (goons B, C, D, and E) who were waiting outside.
　 In the first place, the bet had been settled before the bet was even mentioned.

''Gippy!''
What's the point?

　The moment the goons entered through the entrance and overlapped the five in Blanca's path, Blanca body slammed into Thug A, who was in the lead, and flung them all together outside.
　Blanka seemed somewhat dissatisfied as he finished without using his fists, saying that his fists were roaring.
　However, we laughed out loud at the sound of the five of them being hit and the way they flew out collectively, and sent a big round of applause to Blanca.
　The interlopers, whose guards had been easily wiped out, froze with their eyes darting and mouths crunching.

'So, what do we do with this guy?'

　Almost at the same time as Blanca's words, the female dwarves surrounded the intruders with their weapons hanging on the wall.
　The intruders came to their senses the moment they were surrounded and tried to push the female dwarves away in an attempt to escape, but they were kicked in the opposite direction and rolled in front of Kerry. The intruder still tried to crawl away, but Kelly stepped on his back and he was unable to move.

'We've got the goons outside tied up!

　The goons who were sent to Blanca seem to have been promptly tied up by the female dwarves and gathered right by the entrance.
　Perhaps that's why a crowd is starting to gather around the workshop from earlier.

'Get your feet out of the way! Who the hell do you think I am?!

　The intruder, who is being trampled by Kelly, is yelling at her while she is lying down, but Kelly is completely ignoring him. In the meantime, more and more words of abuse are being said to Kelly, and by the end she is uttering threats, but Amour's, who can't stand the loudness of the situation, has been

Shut up. Shut up.

　I was lightly kicked in the temple area with the voice of "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to you," and then it became quiet as if the battery was dead.
　I thought it would be dangerous to kill someone, so I examined him lightly, but since he was only fainting due to concussion, I tied him up and put him outside with five thugs. In addition, because it would be troublesome if they woke up on the way and made a lot of noise, I tied their hands and feet, gagged their mouths, and tied all five of them up with beads, so it would be impossible for them to escape without some help.

　As we were having a drink while keeping an eye on the five of us, the guards finally came running and Kelly explained the situation.
　Me, Blanca and the others thought it would be troublesome to get involved with the guards, so we told Kelly beforehand and hid in the back of the workshop, so the guards don't seem to have noticed us yet.

　At first, the guards listened to Kelly unwillingly, but the moment they saw who was tied up, they were clearly upset and began to wake up the intruders.
　After that, he started to listen to only the intruder he noticed, and I thought there was something fishy about it, but to my surprise, the guards cut the intruder's rope and started trying to catch Kelly in reverse.

'They're in on it!'　

　Me and Blanca tried to run out almost simultaneously to stop the guards before Kelly was caught, but an object jumped out of the way to slip past us faster than that.

''Amur Kick!''
"Puget Sound!

　The object's true identity is Amur.
　Amur drop kicked the guard without killing his momentum. After taking a decent Amur kick, the guard was blown away while spinning vertically, and after a few rotations, he rolled on the ground.

'I got in his face decently but do you think he's going to live?
I don't know, but can you cast a recovery spell? But can you cast a recovery spell, just in case? I'll go stop the girl.

　I've decided to split up the handling of the dying guards and Amour, who is warriors against a few guards in front of us, and Blanca, who has a bad start.
　The reason for casting a recovery spell on the guards, besides the purpose of questioning the actions of the guards just now, is because there is a need to make Amour's crime as light as possible. Although the other party is a suspicious-looking guard, he is a regular guard, a kind of guard hired by the state. In other words, when Amur messes with the guards, he's a guilty person.
　However, this case has too many weirdnesses in the behavior of the guards, so if our testimonies match with those of the witnesses around us, it is almost certain that the relationship between the guards and the intruders will be investigated (even if they refuse, I'll use my powerful connections to help them), and the result will change the severity of the crime. . In some cases, he could end up with a lighter punishment, such as a fine, if not acquittal.
　But at this point in the investigation, he's a criminal who messed with the guards, and if the guards are dead, he'll be pulled as a felon who committed murder. In order to avoid that, the guards need to be kept alive.

''Well yeah, it looks like he'll be fine. There might be some aftereffects, but........　

　The first guard that was kicked away was suffering from a broken nose, a broken orbital bone, a broken tibia, a broken femur, and many other bruises and scrapes, and it seemed a miracle that he was still alive, but he worked his magic with every fiber of his being until he didn't fully recover.

''Alright! It's over!

　I rolled the guard I'd dragged up from the brink of death onto the spot and went to the next patient.
　None of the other guards were in danger of dying, as most of them had simple fractures, bruises and dislocations. However, it would be troublesome if they moved to capture him again after he recovered, so when giving him treatment, the bones were deliberately displaced and connected, and dislocations were forced into the ground, so unless you give him proper treatment, it should be difficult for him to move properly.


'Ah, that's what happens when you drink and act out. You ought to feel a little sorry for yourself, young lady!

　The main reason why Amur acted like that is because he was drunk by the secret brew of the booze-loving dwarves (the level of fire).
　Furthermore, since Kelly was in danger right in front of Amur in such a state, Amur must have jumped out of bed on instinct and launched an attack to protect his benefactor.

''So where are you going to go?''

　I took up the rear of the intruder who was trying to escape from the scene in the midst of the hustle and bustle, and guessed the cause of the commotion while capturing him again.