Dwarves are bigots.

Craftsmanship is good for looking at it from a distance, but it's not suitable for business partners at all.

Whatever it takes, it doesn't work at a loss.

If I'm in a bad mood, you won't make me anything anymore.

Don't use it because those who are neither caught by Korean Afriko nor afraid of punishment will only disturb order, there should have been something like that.

Such men exist in human society as well, but from the perspective of the whole, they are still a minority, and Dwarves who give up their species and say they are solid are still difficult to deal with.

But they have a pronounced sense of craftsmanship.

This is why we are bigoted but uninterrupted in our work and interact deeply with the human race.

But it doesn't make a difference that it's hard to handle.

Especially Dwarves called celebrities, most of whom are said to have personality difficulties.

A particularly heterogeneous presence among them is Gad the Celebrity and his disciples.

Whatever, they don't want to sell their names.

If he is a blacksmith, he shall be praised for leaving his name with his own made masterpieces.

However, such a party is bound to create specialties, but does not like to give them names.

So look at the style,

"Maybe this will be Gad's work under the gates"

And they say there's nothing but a rough judgment.

"When it comes to the sword of Gado the masterpiece, it's a delicacy that even this Wang Capital has an unknown ceiling value. I don't hear you say you're dead, but the weapon that Dwarf created is already half legendary."

"Instead of talking about blacksmiths over the last four to fifty years, it's even a living legend with unclear news. When you asked for anything other than gear, they said that you were in a bad mood and you wouldn't keep your mouth shut. It's hard to imagine a gatekeeper who inherits that temperament making these kinds of daily necessities."

"And then the blacksmith who made this must have admired Gado and imitated the style."

Two high elves concluding that way.

I'm sorry, that guy, he makes soli and dumbbells and stuff.

The other day he made a scoop for my sister for horticulture.

The cute elf who introduced me to the Dwarf is drinking tea with a strange face.

I hate it when this Mitsujin stands out...

Later on, Gad told me this.

"I haven't died yet. I have a goal, and I want to live up to it. I'm old, too. Before I screw you, I want to accomplish it. I want an environment where I can concentrate."

"Gad's goal, what?

"I don't know, I'm a blacksmith, right? What is there but a sword to strike?"

A sloppy finger pointed to the beloved magic teacher. It was a slender long sword lowered to its waist.

"Abel's sword......?

"Oh. My great-grandfather. It's Geo's work."

Geo and Dwarf are blacksmiths from the period of their magic history, and it may be said that their existence consists exclusively of legends.

The sword was said to say no to all things without magic, just metal, and his sword was evaluated as a fabrication because it cut too much.

I was told that even the light and sound would be cut off. Something's wrong with not thinking it's frigid.

Few believe in reality because there is no weapon in existence and only a great deal of cleavage can be conveyed.

"To the best of my knowledge, the only sword left is Abel's."

The only sword that exists.

The owner said, stroking his sheath.

"... This is the sword that Gio struck me with his life. My treasure."

I guess it's especially valuable in her because it clearly makes Abel a treasure.

However, with this person's personality, I think he may have found more value in the anecdotes and motives given to him than in performance.

Next time, let me ask you something.

"There's definitely someone who appreciates my work though. In front of me, I have a prize that surpasses all the swords I've ever struck. I don't think I can do that."

While still in charge of the hammer, the old Dwarf groaned so blatantly.

"But, Gad. You have such a big goal, can you put it on me?

I tried to put that question to my mouth.

If you're going to spend the time you have left for a single sword, shouldn't you punch in without siding? That's what I thought.

Then Santa Claus of Mukimki caught his mouth with his big hand on my head.

"Concentrating is not about 'draining anything'. Ningro, we need some play. If you just finish tough, it's just like you can't make a famous sword. You have to be a little soft. And..."

The blacksmith's mentor stares at the witchcraft's mentor.

"He's well rewarded. Materials to make the best wave of my life."

Gad's eyes were so deep that he felt that what Abel said to him as a 'reward' must have been something so precious.

(Maybe you can't tell me what that is if you ask)

After all, I thought again that I would remain in care of Abel in every way.

Though the arch elf, abruptly gazed at by a strange apprentice, was strangely inclined to his little neck.

In conclusion, nail clippers were highly regarded and the Chamber of Commerce was to buy them out.

Hey, thanks.

Now my sister's comfort life is another step closer to realization.

In the end, the Hyelves seemed to think that the prototype I brought in had nothing to do with Gado. On top of that, I'm gonna keep my mouth shut too.

By the way.

"Ha, ha. More about Phew...?

My Angel, who is tired of selling products, is trying so hard to attract my attention.

Touch your cheeks or pull your clothes.

"Hmm? I'm watching you.

"Meh! More! Phew, I love it! I want you to see more!

They hugged me.

He's feeling a lot lonely.

But neither am I going to throw out the story of the product I sold.

Forgive me, Phee......

But I don't give up on My Angel, which I want you to understand.

"Nshi...... Shit......!

Sister climbing on me with her grandfather.

Apparently you're going to make this me human athletic.

Take it and stand!

Capture my sisters trying to climb on their shoulders with both arms and force them to sit on their knees.

I wander around trying to escape, but I won't allow you to escape.

"Yay! Yay! Phew, I got you!

He's so glad I'm okay with it. A full smile.

But this is the real hell out of here.

I decided to tickle Fee.

"Ha-ha! Ahhh! It tickles! Phew, hi-huh! Phew, tickle, meh!

Heh heh heh. The boulders are the fruit brothers and sisters who divided the blood.

Like me, it seems weak for tickling.

"Al! You can't abuse Fee, can you?

My mother pissed me off.

My Sister was already breathing constantly, even though she was only a little tickled.

"Ha-hu......! Ahhh...!

"Wow, I'm sorry. Sorry, Phee..."

"Yes, Yi's. Whatever you do, don't bother..."

Uhm...... It's a word full of determination.

For your sister, that seems to have been the story.

"I'm so sorry. Brother, I think I've done too much."

"Fee, we need Al to make up for something, right?

Once again apologizing to Fee, my mother says something extra.

Moment after moment, My Sister's eyes glowed hard. It was a carnivorous glance that found its prey.

"Well, I did. Huh? Huh?

Mmmm......

They kissed me.

I don't really want Fee to remember these wicked acts......

I have no choice. It's the seed I sowed.

I kiss my excited sister.

Chiu.

"Fu, yu, yu, yu, yu!

My Angel, with his floating face, began to spin as he twirled.

Go that way or come this way, turning around as if you were drunk.

A mother I see catches her beloved daughter.

"Oh, excuse me, I'll borrow the bathroom"

And me escaping to reorder.

I just need some cool time.

Because I'm bored by the apology kiss, or I don't see you following Fee.

Though I may simply not have noticed.

That's how I get out of the reception room.

So - I met an unexpected person.