Retired Hero Wants To Sleep - Retired Hero Wants To Sleep chapter 106

Mission No.5 A world only for you (15)

Unlike Ewald, who was hit by the provocation, Dvahur jumped out of his seat.

“No, Ohisa-sama!”

“Why do you say no?”

Receiving Dvahur’s words with a graceful tone, Lafon turned around in a calm posture, and Dvahur raised his voice with a flushed face.

“Aren’t you saying you’re going to send this idiot to Zarnet’s trail!”

Stupid Ewald frowned upon hearing it.

“Didn’t Kitsuka-sama also say that she was willing to go?”

“I don’t care if this human is dead or not.”

“… Are you talking too harshly?”

Ewald pursed his lips.

Thinking about it for a while, Ewald felt a little bad because he felt like he had been caught in Lafon’s scheme.

However, Ebalt, who was even more uncomfortable with Dvahur’s provocation, clicked his tongue and quietly closed his lips in the hope of listening to the conversation between the two.

“No matter how precious Benyadium is, it is impossible to send humans down to a holy place, Ohisa-sama.”

Are you right Lafon let out a relaxed smile at Dva Hur, who threw the bait and put it in his mouth.

“Since it was my grandmother who declared that place to be a sacred place, shouldn’t I, as the successor to Ohisa’s lineage, correct it?”

“But…”

Logically, it was a perfect argument.

Only Ohisa, who inherited the lineage of the dwarves, could make a declaration about the sacred place, but it was only natural that if the current Ohisa said, “Let’s just pretend that it didn’t exist.”

Besides, Dvahur has no right to intervene in that decision.

“… How can you stand the authority if you change the decisions of your ancestors like flipping the palm of your hand?”

In the end, Dvahur took an offensive that slightly missed the regular attack method.

Of course, Lafon wasn’t clumsy enough to get involved in it.

“Dominate, but do not dominate.”

Lafon drew a small smile as he flipped his palm lightly.

“Isn’t authority poisonous to those who do not rule?”

You can scratch people, no, dwarves, by turning an idiomatic expression into reality like that. Ewald opened her mouth slightly at the sight of her far from what she had been through.

Of course, Dvahur’s face was burning red with uncontrollable blood.

“Oh, Hisashi!”

“I declare in the name of Ohisa, the first daughter of Tosaf.”

sh*t. You run very formally. With that expression, Dvahuru showed his teeth.

“Tosaf’s gift has been revealed at the bottom of Kazelheim, the home of the dwarves. However, in order to overcome this lamentable current situation of not being able to access the gift due to the teachings of the sages, I, Rafon Debau Dwafel Rasmu, grant permission to the human magician Ewald Kitska to enter the sanctuary. .”

I don’t know what it was, but it was definitely a dignified word.

Ewald pondered for a moment whether or not to get down on one knee at the feeling of intimidation radiating from that little Lafon’s body, but tilted his head for a moment when his name was mentioned in the declaration about entering the sanctuary.

“Question.”

From noble mtl dot com

“Please tell me, Miss Kitsuka.”

Lafon, her puffy sleeves gathered around her navel, turned her body to Ebalt with her head slightly bowed.

“Well, I know you’re sending me somewhere right now.”

Scratch scratch.

“What are you saying to me?”

“To put it simply.”

While scratching his head, Balt finally stopped scratching his scalp.

“I think you should do some mining.”

* * *

“… So, dig up the minerals?”

Lafon nodded her head cheerfully.

Ewald, who had been forced to change his occupation from an adventurer to a miner in an instant, looked at Lafon and Dvahur alternately with an awkward expression.

It’s coming. You can come. How difficult would that be?

However, Ebalt was embarrassed to see Dvahur frowning like that.

“Okay, Ohisa-sama. Since you’ve released the Sanctuary, it’s understandable that you asked that human to get Benyadium.”

As long as you get enough benyadium.

Dvahuru nodded with a grim face, showing that he would admit that.

“… What can’t you do if you only have Benadium?”

Lafon nodded quickly and opened his mouth.

“It is. So, if Kitsuka-sama comes to rescue Benyadium, please make Schheim together with me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

I’ll wield an ax if I do well.

Ewald took a step back, fearing a knife attack, but Dvahur, still not letting go of the last string of reason, took dozens of deep breaths and forced him to calm down.

And Dvahur, whose heart sank, took on a strange expression.

It was a subtle sneer.

“Ohisa-sama, I think you can just look at the results of this Meister Dvahur.”

“Isn’t it?”

Lafon, who straightened his lower back, tilted his head to the side with a strange expression.

“There are important parts missing, but they are magic-related parts anyway… I dare to tell you, girl, with only the wreckage here.”

With such a calm expression, Lafon launched a special move towards Dvahur.

“Somehow… Did you make pretty trash?”

It’s a knife strike! Ewald bent down to stop the bad-tempered Dvahur from swinging his ax at Ohisa.

But Dvahurr was spitting out his throat with his mouth wide open, straining his mandible.

It seems that even the mental strength to shake the ax has been exhausted.

“Even though it was 30 years ago, the mixing ratio of steel is the same and the stiffness of the fuselage is the same.”

Lafon, who tapped Shuheim’s torso, made a puzzled expression with an innocent face.

“Doesn’t it look like it was made too roughly?”

A dwarf with skills that far surpassed those of humans, to the point where it would be embarrassing to even use the word dexterity.

Among those dwarves, Dvahur, who wears the title of ‘Meister’ given only to the best artisans, feels like her hair is being bleached at those words thrown out by Lafon, who can’t even take off her girlish looks.

You say it smells like a sloppy tee?

“… Even if you say Ohisa-sama, are you qualified to say such a thing to Meister?”

“If you have eyes, please take a look.”

Rather curse Ewald, who confirmed right in front of his eyes that his tone was not soft just because he wasn’t swearing, began to listen to Lafon’s every word full of ambition.

“First of all, iron was mixed with too little charcoal. It’s almost ironless. It seems that a small amount of orichalcon was mixed in to reduce the weight, but this was also mixed in too little. Orichalcum’s own buoyancy has been injected, but it has lost its rigidity instead… Dragging.”

‘I see there are people who say it clearly and bluntly.’

By the time Ebalt was admiring Lafon’s tone, Dvahur’s face twisted terribly.

“There is no leveling device at all, and there is no device that can mechanically adjust the top and bottom. Could it be that you configured it to be activated purely by relying on magic power?”

Lafon, who mentally stabbed Dvahur with his sword, took out his sword very calmly and calmly.

“The gun generator… It’s ro It’s great, but the key jewel of wave generation…”

Dangling from the gun generator, Lafon grunted and hopped to the ground with a small jewel in his hand.

Lafon, who was silently looking at the jewel in his hand, tilted his head severely and looked at Dvahur.

“… Opal?”

Dvahur’s face pops up and smokes up.

“… Oh my God, Tosaf! Oh my god! Opal!”

I’m not sure if it’s for Ebalt, who doesn’t understand this much, or if it’s because he’s thinking that he won’t slow down the assault on Dvahur, but Lafon continued to reprimand with a pitiful expression on his face.

“Did you put such an unstable gem here to create waves?”

“No, that… 30 years ago, state-of-the-art…”

“Is it really that hard to find a useful ruby?”

Dvahur shut up.

“Throwing away these things seems to be helpful for mental and physical health.”

Lafon picked up his opal and threw it away.

Still, wanting it to be a jewel, Ewald was trying to pick up the opal that was bouncing off the floor with a jingling sound.

“… What else is this?”

Another prey came into Lafon’s eyes.

Lafon, who had been clinging to Shuheim’s torso, which was being mangled like rags, and shoved his upper body into the hole, found something really cute and made a puha sound.

Dvahur couldn’t bear to look at Lafon like that.

“… OMG, OMG!”

Lafon opened his mouth with an exaggerated expression and turned his gaze to Ewald.

“Kitsuka-sama.”

“… Why am I calling you?”

“You should consider yourself lucky that you didn’t ride this Schheim.”

“… Yes?”

Ewald looked at Lafon with a confused expression.

Lafon, who was standing at the edge of the field of vision, held something similar to an iron pipe and patted his palm, sighing deeply.

“Could this be the cooling device you made?”

Cooling device?

Ebalt quickly turned his head and looked at Dvahur’s expression. But Dva Hur couldn’t bear to lift his head and his fists were clenched and he was trembling.

That’s not angry.

It’s embarrassing.

“This… Cooling device…”

This time, even Lafon couldn’t speak.

“Ha, isn’t it just a club?”

I’m not sure if it’s a cooling device or what, but in Ewald’s eyes, what Lafon was holding was clearly a club.

Lafon, who was tapping his palm with the object that seemed to have a good impact, looked at Dvahur with a worried expression.

“Were you thinking of watching Schheim explode in the air?”

“No, not that…”

“If the core could not be placed outside the fuselage for reasons of stability, wouldn’t it be enough to design at least a heat sink sufficiently and expose it to the outside, Meister Dvahur?”

“No, so that was 30 years ago…”

“Thirty years ago, dwarves were still alive!”

Dvahuru’s heart was pierced with reprimands, asking if he could call such a thing an excuse.

Dvahur, who had not been able to make a single proper excuse for Lafon’s point out so far, only sighed with his pride completely crushed.

[042] Artwork

In the end, Lafon opened his mouth in a somber voice.

“What would you have done if Kitsuka-sama got into an inn while riding this dangerous thing!”

“… Whether or not that bastard is dead.”

It was a voice that seemed almost inaudible, but Ewald, who did not miss a single word, looked at Dvahur with an absurdly missing expression.

“… Hey, isn’t that a little too much?”

“Noisy, human bastard.”

“I heard that you are Meister.”

“… Didn’t you say it was noisy?”

It seems that he has developed his temper quite a bit.

But, horrified at the thought that he might have been riding around on something that would have nothing to say if it exploded at any moment, Ewald opened his mouth with his head cocked to the side.

“Did you get Meister through gambling?”

“Yeah man!”

Sure just! No, sure!

“Please stop!”

Just before Dvahur and Ewald started punching each other, Lafon stopped them both loudly.

“Meister Dvahur, and magic swordsman Ewald Kitsuka!”

Dvahur, united in dissatisfaction, secretly turned to Lafon and answered. Ewald tried to dilute his annoyed face and turned to Lafon.

Finally, Lafon opened his mouth with a solemn appearance.

“I dare to ask the magic swordsman, Ewald Kitsuka. Please bring me enough benyadium.”

“… It is.”

“And Meister Dvahur.”

“… Let’s talk.”

Lafon opened his mouth with a benevolent smile at Dvahur, who was looking at him with her swollen face.

“I will give Meister a viewing ticket for the corridor.”

At that moment, Dvahur shouted with a thunderbolt expression.

“Thank you!”