CH 4.35

Journey and Whim

Translated by Mlzkzr

Edited by Mlzkzr

The town of Janpemon is known for its barley production, as it said in the poem “a stone ship floating in the wheat”.

Well, the land is fertile not only in the Principality of Janpemon and Travoia, but also in many other countries in the small nations group, and the other countries are known for their apples, grapes, and other unique products, depending on what they cultivate.

Of course, since wheat is their main food, it is produced everywhere.

But that aside, it seems that in the Principality of Travoia, where wheat production is thriving, the way to eat it is also being extensively researched.

Dinner served in the first-floor dining room, where I went down with an empty stomach, was a large bowl of pasta tossed with white sauce.

A shaved bacon is sprinkled on top and it is moderately satisfying.

Then I used the small loaf of bread to clean up the sauce left on the plate, and drank wine.

It is really full of wheat, which makes me laugh, but the taste is not only not bad, but honestly delicious.

When I was eating it, it fits easily in my stomach, but afterwards, it asserts its presence in my belly, giving me a feeling of satisfaction.

As I was enjoying my wine while being immersed in the afterglow of the meal.

“Let me put the empty plates down. Acer-san, was it delicious?”

The girl at the inn looks at the clean empty plate and asks with a smile.

I nodded and asked her for some hot water to wash my body, and I paid for the hot water along with the cost of the meal.

The hot water is heavy and I feel sorry to make the girl carry it, so I want to carry it up with me when I come to the first floor.

I was fully satisfied with the meal, and I think this is a good place to stay in this town.

The next day, I visited the Blacksmiths Guild of the Principality of Travoia in Janpemon, and while they were a little bewildered, I was treated with courtesy.

If an elf blacksmith appeared in a city-state where elves were already rare, confusions would be unavoidable.

A blacksmith will be able to borrow the equipment owned by the union, and he should immediately accept the work.

However, even though I have a license as a senior blacksmith, they wouldn’t assign a wanderer who suddenly appears on the scene to a job of great importance.

What is needed to be entrusted with that kind of work is the trust that has been cultivated in this town.

Hence, I took on the job of making more than ten spearheads for the town guards to be used by them, in the shape of their sample, with the due date in a week.

The material is iron.

It seems that the Blacksmith Guild will take responsibility and pay for the extra tips.

The cost of using the equipment, fuel, and materials is paid by the blacksmith association, and the remuneration is one silver coin for each spear tip.

Well, the remuneration is a bit low, but I guess that’s the kind of work that can be entrusted to a wandering blacksmith.

The title of Senior Blacksmith who had learned from a dwarven master craftsman was just at that degree, because this is different from blacksmithing in the Kingdom of Ludria.

The quota imposed on me is a little less than two spear tips a day, but if there is no upper limit on the purchases, there is no need to hold back.

If I just hit the quota, that would have gotten me ten silver coins worth of work a week, and if I deduct the cost of my stay and living expenses, I wouldn’t have much money left over, but if I do twice or three times of my quota, it would be a completely different story.

From what I’ve seen, the tip that was given to me as a sample isn’t very good, so I’ll try to make as many better ones as possible.

Since it was my first time blacksmithing in a long time, I set to work, while being invigorated and having fun at the same time.

The heat generated by the furnace and the sweat that runs down my face are pleasant, and with each swing of the mallet, my own concentration increases.

Also, my own arms are not as dull as I thought they would be, and the fire spirit that lives in the furnace is cheering me on with crackling sparks of fire.

But when it hits sparks, it gets really hot, so I don’t think that’s necessary……

And by the evening, I had five tips that has been completely processed except for polishing and finishing.

I’ll do the finishing touches tomorrow, then the delivery.

Tomorrow, I have to polish and finish today’s spear tips, so…… I will only be able to make about four new tips.

Once I get a little more familiar with the process just now, I will be able to increase the amount I make.

Partway through today’s work, the employees of the blacksmith union came to observe my work in turn.

Perhaps it was out of curiosity, but what came out of their mouths was pure praise for my skill.

No, I feel embarrassed to be praised by others, but I am happy.

But when I’m immersed in blacksmithing like this, I suddenly feel nostalgic for Asvald’s, my damn Dwarf shishou, cursing.

From the High Elf’s long perception of time, it wasn’t that long ago that I parted ways with him.

The staff members of the blacksmiths’ union see me off as I head back to my lodgings, soaked in sentimentality.

I wasn’t able to talk much to them today because I was so engrossed with my work, but once I get used to it and my work speed increases, I’ll try interacting with them a little more.

I’m satisfied with the food at my current lodge, but I would like to go out to eat at some of their recommended restaurants that they know because they are locals.

At that time, I would be happy if they would go out to eat with me.

But aside from that, what will be dinner at the inn tonight?

If it’s that white stew, I would be very happy.

The breeze felt good on my body, which was still feverish, and although I felt tired, my steps were light.

Yes, this is what I call a satisfying day.

Perhaps tonight I will sleep well.