Chapter 156: 156 \nâAll right, now if you brush it tomorrow and grind the blade, youâre done. \n
Nilda called out when I was softly surrendering.
âWhat did you carve there?
Nilda points to the stem âThe Basketâ.
âThis. This oneâs an engraving to show that itâs a product of our workshop, and this oneâs to show that I made it â thatâs my name.
âYouâre the one with the tattoo over here.
The name was cut with âJapanese kanjiâ. Itâs also subtly different from the northern characters in this world (and the installation told me), so you wouldnât know unless someone knew Kanji in the same situation as me.
âOur secret letters, donât mean.
I tell him I canât teach him what it means in the dark. Nilda will also know that secrets are synonymous with life for craftsmen. Somethingâs sparkling in my eyes, but you know that, right?
Lique and other faces are impressed by saying âho hoâ and so on. One of these days I may have to think about what happens if I write my name in kanji. Regardless of Like and Liddy, Deanna and Thermia are hard to see only a future that will be a sparkling name.
I hear it with my sparkling eyes. You mean Helen.
âYeah, I donât have a custom to put it in my sword, so whatever the engraving is, you didnât put the name on it. This time itâs a northern knife, so I just let it in. \nâRightâŚâŚ Right or right. Mm-hmm. Good. Good.â
Nildaâs tension rises. Helenâs doesnât have it. Iâm glad to hear it. I think he sees it as a rival. Iâd smile if this wasnât a weapon.
What Thermia, Deanna and Liddy were picking up today are some smoggy fruits and some herbs. Apparently the herbs will be planted again tomorrow.
In disrespect of that herb, I decided to try to make something like a pork vanilla grill. Iâve got quite a few herbs, too.
The pig somehow tastes like a wild pig, but I think the intensity of the habit is suppressed and light. It seems to be popular with everyone, and do you do this sometimes?
Smoky fruit was also quite delicious, although it had a slight habit. If you can get a lot of sugar, it would be delicious to soak it with spirits, but sugar is expensive.
The next morning, after I finished preparing my morning meal, I saw how the little pot was. There is a liquid inside that bubbles out the shwashwa. Wouldnât this have worked out pretty well? Do you want to continue planting today?
\nEventually the whole thing was grinded up white, so I went to the tunnel to wipe it with a mixture of iron powder and oil when I forged it to make it look black on the side of the ground, or to rub it with iron bars and polish it up.
The work went quite fractured, and I used cheats together, so I should have been able to do it quite quickly, but the sun is already falling today. But now I saw completion as a fighter.
âAfter this, we also need a sheath or something, but the sheath itself is now complete.
The contrast between the blackness of the clay and the whiteness of the blade is beautiful. If it was watered by the light of the falling sun, I could understand the blade text properly, and I finished with the wind that I said knife.
âIâd like to deal with it quickly.
âWell, thatâs tomorrow again.
I started cleaning up the workshop so I could get ready for dinner while I mopped Nilda.