My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"- Hey, you ready?

Looking at the oversized queen of the Broken King Horse (King Horse) alongside the old man came another old man in the same overalls.

"Oh, I'll do it now. So, lady, I'm going to put a blade in this guy at work. Will you take it off?

Oh, are we finally going to dismantle it?

"May I see it?

I'd love to see the demolition work of the first demon I see.

"No demolition yet. The only thing we're gonna take now is the horns of our heads.

I just finished it yesterday, and it's this size. It's going to take a drink today to finish the blood drain.

Come back tomorrow if you really want to see it. "

I see.

If the demon doesn't take the nucleus it encloses, some days it won't rot or become rigid after death.

Being this big would also make the Demon Nucleus huge.

Instead of two or three days, I might be able to keep it fresher for longer.

"Then excuse me. Sorry to bother you."

Honestly, I feel like watching you cut corners too, but being here any longer will only get in the way, so I decide to go somewhere as I say.

- Oh, yeah.

"I'd like to ask you to process the demon fangs."

These people are blacksmiths, right?

Besides, I'm pretty sure it handles demonic materials as well as metal and ore.

Then what should I tell these people about my errands?

"Fangs? What demons?

"Black Royal Wolf (Obsidian Wolf)," they say.

"" What!?

It still seems to be craftsman and sensitive to the rare material in this hand.

The old man, who came after he looked cold and waited for them, suddenly thrived.

I get it.

As a hunter, the first time I saw the Black Wolf, it was already... well, what about me?

The Black Imperial Wolf is as famous as everyone knows and is also a rare demon. Again, even Crozheit seems to treat it similarly.

"Oh, this is indeed..."

"That's a different density than those fangs over there. Pretty stiff."

Let me see and see what you got.

I have no desire to doubt Roda for giving me fangs.

but I didn't see what I took from the Black Imperial Wolf with these eyes, so there's no possibility that it was "a different demonic fang due to some circumstances".

And just so you know, this is different from the "glasses" that were taken when you entered the country.

If you try to take it away, you're gonna take it back, no matter what.

"Have you ever dealt with it?

"No, I've just seen it machined. Isn't it about the parents who have shredded experience?

The two blacksmiths had such a conversation and gave me back my fangs.

Good.

Because if you didn't give it back to me, I'd almost bump it out with or without it.

Because I thought I had to get bogged down before they called my people or made me carry weapons.

"Katsumi, take him to the store. I'll get ready for this one."

"Right. Guests. Then I'll ask you."

After such an exchange, the blacksmith who came earlier, called Katsumi, turns to me.

"- That fang, maybe because my father can process it. I'll show you now."

Dad... is that your dad? Are you doing it in two generations?

"Sorry I'm working on it, please"

"Ha, I don't mind. I haven't even started yet, and the lady's a decent guest."

He is guided by a blacksmith katsumi, who heads to a building at a distance but next door. I guess the workplace and living areas are kept apart because the smell of blood and beasts stains the land and buildings.

It looked like a regular shop, with a gilded sign carved into an iron-like metal plate.

"Auntie, is your father here?

At the end of the door, the mess and all sorts of things rolled narrowly.

As far as the puff goes, on the raw stone of a giant iron or something, there are also quails just for pots, even swords, spears, morningstars, and armor.

Only where people can walk, cobblestones are exposed like beast paths.

Behind it, there is one old woman sitting at the counter.

"They called me and I left. Must be the workshop."

"Over there. Bye, miss, a little here..."

Wait, but I know you wanted to say, but Katsumi often rethinked it.

"What you're bringing in is a thing. I can't take responsibility if I lose it. Come with me."

I didn't go into the store, and now I'm heading to the workshop.

- I heard on the road that Katsumi's father is an amazing blacksmith, but he picks a pretty good job and opponent.

The Black Royal Wolf material would surely process it, but the important thing here is "whether it is really Black Royal Wolf material".

Seems persistent, but I wasn't given the fangs I pulled out of the Black Royal Wolf directly.

I'm not willing to doubt Roda, but even Roda may have been grabbed for fakes where she doesn't know, or a replacement has been made.

That's why I need you to show it to me directly and make a decision.

Normally, I would pass through an old lady who had a caterpillar or shop reception, but the Black Royal Wolf material is very valuable.

It is Katsumi's decision that she does not like to keep it even temporarily.

Well, it's a place with a lot of cases.

If someone even loses it or takes it away, it won't be stylish, will it? I'd be in a lot of trouble if I lost it.

So take me with you and show me the material directly. That's the thing.

"Well, he's bigoted and stubborn, but he's got a solid arm."

Oh, you have a craftsmanship.

The next to be guided was a large stone building, precisely a body called a workshop. It feels like one of the many blacksmiths in Blacksmith Street.

I still don't seem to have put the fire in today, I can't feel the sound of tapping the metal or the heat dissolving the metal.

Instead, I heard men yelling at each other.

... Yeah, apparently you're taking it in.

"Not at all. Father, are you rubbing with customers again?"

Apparently a really bigoted person. I wonder if he could be a difficult person. I don't like it. I wish I were a gentle person if I were to deal with him anyway.

…………

Is that it? Something sounds familiar to my voice...?

I nodded at Katsumi's words, "Wait a minute," and peered inside through both open doors with an open focus of interest...

There was a face that I knew, as expected.

- There was a lot last night, it's Beckenberg in Glory Street.

You can't go in the wrong shape for that tailored aristocratic garment. You look as ambitious as ever. There are two more escorts.

"I told you I'd pay you later!

"You know we only do it instantly, but you son of a bitch! There are no exceptions!

And what you call an out of place outfit Beckenberg is a beautifully grayed little grandfather dressed in the same work coat as a cutlet.

"So! I know you're saying I'll give you collateral! I don't care if it's a gem or a letter of rights! I don't mind the mansion! Anyway, I don't have a match right now! Money can make it in a few days!

"Don't make me say it again and again, you golden bastard! Instant gold instant is my way of doing it! I'm not paying you. I'm not working with him! I'll beat you out, you son of a bitch!

I don't know...... my old man and grandfather are talking to each other at maximum voice. It's kind of an amazing sight. I mean, the hegemony between the two is amazing. We've both been looking at each other all morning.

"It's Mr. Beckenberg! You've always paid cash to keep up with my routine! I know you're just asking me to do that again!

"Ugh... they stole it! Give me the money!"

Oh, is that Zed's array from yesterday?

I don't know what Beckenberg is rubbing in here, but it's definitely the impact of last night's array.

"You're so sad! But that's so convenient, you bastard! No exceptions allowed! Whatever it is, if you want to work with me, pay me instantly!

"What!? Are you seriously going to piss me off, Tatsunami!? How easy is it to get rid of one person!?

Hmm? Tatsunami? That old man?

"Oh? Who are you talking to, kid! I'm tired of hearing about threatening and complaining before they're born! Get back out there, you son of a bitch!

Speaking of which, you left a letter from Grandma Adiro to a guy named Tatsunami, and I was blurry thinking... looks like the rubbing over there has come to a paragraph.

"Shit! I'll never forgive you, Tatsuna. Ah."

Ah.

I got eyes on Beckenberg.