Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 523

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:08:45 AM

The construction methods that the craftsmen showed us were quite interesting.

The technique did not differ much from engraving. The tools and styles used were slightly different, but Tess's analysis suggests that it seems compatible if you look at the main points sophisticated.

As far as the content is concerned, it feels like an engraved Millefeuil.

Engravings that diffuse the force you receive from a single point are close to the foundation, but using a considerable area and density on their own is not a significant reduction rate. It increases its efficiency by making it multi-layered.

Repeat concentration and diffusion, raising the tolerance with a dozen engravings.

In the process, moreover, it deliberately creates a loss of power. Instead of honestly passing it to the next engraving, it is deliberately broken in part to turn the damage to the material itself.

It is a principle similar to purifying by creating precipitation in certain places in the labyrinth and expelling it in the form of demons.

By stacking small pieces of destruction in different places, they take a lot of damage across the board, and as a result, the entire armor is efficiently broken and shoulder replaced between a single blow passing from the surface to the back.

It is the identity of the suit armor here that affixes dozens of such armor to the entire body.

The hassle of making it can be enormous, but this is not in vain. Only broken parts can be replaced to restore similar comfort and defense in minimum standby time.

"... awesome. Your ideas are really awesome."

"Really? No, I don't even know why you're making this. Because I'm just doing what they told me to make it this way for a long time. But if you hit this, the armor will be stronger too, right?

It seemed a fact that I didn't know anything about the engraved principle, made it exactly as the previous generation told me, and only knew the effect of its finished product...... No, I didn't understand until I had Tess check the shape of the line properly, either.

Honestly, I can barely make this in the outside world. I mean, I can't put a single knight through this much trouble.

Maybe I'd carve a stamp in one piece of armor, and it would take me two days to make a good adjustment.

Connect dozens of them and close to a hundred if you suck at them. A design that covers your whole body without gaps makes them all custom-made, and you need to constantly prepare spares and replace them because breaking is the premise armor.

When it comes to aligning this for five, always in full condition, it would be impossible to have exactly one or two of the villages fully operational. It's not a job for one or two craftsmen from the ground up.

"Did you figure out how you're making it?

Naia, freed from the craftsmen, asks. I nodded.

"I understand the principle. But honestly, only this country can do it."

"Not so..."

"It's a little too much work. Hundreds of skilled men support several pieces of gear... how can you imitate this place?"

Or maybe if you're a Dwarf country, a blacksmith of nature, you could do that.

But I guess it's only here that we can continue to make things that come and come that we foolishly inherited from our ancestors.

I usually try to make things a little easier.

What happens if you neglect something. What happens if I change it? I can't even be sure of that. That's why they kept passing it on.

"Well, can I mess with my armor?

"Oh, but wait a minute, let me join the design, too"

"Oh, of course. Dear Naia, could you take off your armor?"

"Ah... yes"

By the time Naia removed her armor at a nearby house and brought it to her, Chief Duke had made a return move.

"It's already sunset. Tomorrow, but not today."

"Oh, excuse me, can I stay here for a moment today"

"... you're gonna have to let me in for a long time."

"Because I'm an artisan, too."

"... Craftsman?

Clerical chief with a suspicious face. No, I didn't say you wanted to be a blacksmith.

"You're an artisan like that... no, maybe that's what happens..."

You can't even use the word Dragon Rider in a detour, Cleric Chief, clouding the word with a complex expression.

"Chief Cleric, please take the other children home. You just have to leave Naia here."

"But..."

"Maia, I need two escorts."

Leave Tess and Apple to Maia. No, Tetes is never weak either.

As far as my own protection is concerned, Naia would be perfect.

The chief cleric seemed lost for a while after that, but eventually gives up and takes the three home.

Tease Naia's armor and increase it in the form of adding an example armor plate to a bad part, especially if she eats damage.

I didn't even have dinner, and I kept the furnace fire lit and working, and when I noticed it was going around the middle of the night.

"Excuse me.... what are you doing"

And Leila the Silver Dragon is coming to visit me like that.

When I realized that, the villagers who were messing with my armor panicked and lay low.

"Hehe."

... funny, but this is the kind of place where people like that, what is it?

"As you can see, it's an adjustment to Naia's armor."

"You can leave it to the craftsmen. You, the dragon rider, shouldn't be doing it yourself."

The villagers peeled their eyes as they looked up at me continuing to work to ignore Leila.

"Duh, Dragon Rider...... are you such a great guy!?

"I'm not great. I'm just a huncher so far."

I'm not even supposed to mention the outside country, so I answer that with my eyes on hand.

I mean, do you know what dragon riders mean? I wonder if the liner explained the area.

"A dragon rider would be a dragon rider."

"That's your logic, Layla. I'm just saying I'm something else."

For dragons, dragon riders are those who can be at their top, and perhaps the value that other humans should be used with their chins.

But the thought that there is no reason to force it into words.

"So, what can I do for you? As you can see, we're working on it."

"... would you like to talk outside"

"You and me, huh?

Not the liner. Not even Naia. Not even Maia, huh? And ask with your eyes.

Let me get this straight. It's a complete field out here.

I'm willing to give Naia away at times of need, and as dragons who can't get their hands on dragon riders for that, it won't be out of the way, but that's all.

That's not even a huge obstacle if the liner's into it.

Ask me personally what I have to talk about.

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"... wait a minute. I'll ask if I finish it here."

As the other villagers lay low and tremble, I keep the work moving to a separation.

"Somehow, I thought it was time to say something,"

"For what reason?

"It's a hunch. I just didn't see what you guys wanted to do with me yet. I was wondering if it would be time for you to come in."

I stepped out of a cliff rift with a craftsman village and held Leila back as I walked to the moonlight.

Naia was trying to escort me, but she refused. Dragons should be a code in rare things. I dared to trust that, and I meant to encourage them to stop by showing me the attitude of listening in one of my own.

Yes, because this guy emphasized it with an individual, he would want to talk from a slightly different standpoint than the liner. I was calculating that it would be advantageous if I successfully built that "accomplice" position, as if I were a villain.

"So, what's the story, Layla?"

"... you still have a vessel"

"Suddenly I don't know what you're talking about."

"Though there is no force on your back. I'm convinced you've become a dragon rider."

I don't know if you're complimenting me or being disrespectful, Layla.

"You're not insulting the dragon. It's fine to have that attitude toward me that I'm not familiar with, knowing that I'm never the enemy of that blue girl alone."

"I thought I asked you for help. Silver Dragon"

Will your race not answer what has been asked, and I urge you somewhat suddenly to: I can't help but hear how you feel about me.

"... what do you think of our Lord... Reiner Excelisa"

"I don't care what they say. I'm not familiar with it, and I don't appreciate it."

"... I guess. That too, yes. Neither do we."

"Huh?"

"I'm pretty sure Shario and Corti acknowledged it. Those kids are never stupid either. I became his subordinate in the form of faith in my sister.... but he doesn't know what he's really talking about."

"... even though I signed a contract?

"Yeah. A lot of dragons who didn't make a deal don't know him either. Still a rider, so I obey... you visited"

"The people of Palace are overwhelmed with attitude. When the two righteousness collide, we make a promise that we can't be part of it… but at the stage before we get to it, we start to say, may I turn to your help?"

"... that's a pleasant story, but what do you mean you do that story, the liner dragon?

…………

Layla sees the one with the royal palace.

"I hope you're as interested in me as you are in blaming it"

... I see.

I mean, I can't read the liner so far, can I?

I'm easier to understand than a liner.

I don't know a few years, but it's hard to understand after all those years, man, and my new girlfriend.

Are the Silver Dragons going to force the liners to react by coming into contact with me under circumstances that may or may not be hostile?

And Leila also has some thoughts about liners that still don't let herself in, so...

"Then will you cross with those dragons? We're having trouble with situations that don't make sense either."

"... ok. Wait a while."

Leila jumps humbly and disappears somewhere.

I stood still for a while and waited looking up at the moon.

And.

"Thank you for waiting."

Looking back, there were several groups of silver-haired people.

"We are the Silver Dragon of Crystal Palace. My countrymen were rude the other day."

The old man who was in the lead fell on one knee and drooped his head, and a few behind him imitated.

Well......

I made it this far because it worked. What's wrong with it?

(cont 'd)

Chapter end