Walking on the way home, looking at the other excited children around him who were talking and laughing in groups, Art sighed sadly, feeling worried about his future.
This shouldn't be something that should be considered at this age, but because of too much contact with the child named Lanza, what should have been a bright future has become a bit confusing.
Originally, it was okay. Art still had some experience in dealing with capitalists and could come up with ways to deal with them. However, now it was not just Lansa's parents who were interfering with his future.
And that teacher named Sarayetti...
Before leaving the academy, Art also asked Lanza about the teacher Sarayetti and asked her why she chose this person with him, and Lanza answered very simply:
"Because Teacher Sarayetti is very kind, her cooking skills are the best, and! She even raised a little floating bird!"
After hearing these words, Art almost fainted as his vision went dark. He dared to say that he had come all the way to learn cooking. If he hadn't later learned that the four strong man dolls also belonged to Teacher Sarayetti.
After finishing the work, Art barely managed to take a breath.
However, Art took a look at the four giant man dolls at that time and realized that the teacher's taste seemed to be quite bad. Obviously, most of the dolls he saw were pretty pretty girls, why do you think so?
Just create such a muscular uncle in a unique way.
"Forget it, don't worry about that anymore." Art stretched out and looked at the sign in front of him. He seemed to have returned to the hotel unknowingly.
"I'm back Ravens." Because he also had a key, he entered the room directly without knocking. As soon as he entered the door, he subconsciously looked at the hole that had been dug out last night and found that it had already been opened.
It was repaired and given a new coat of wood stain.
"You kid is finally back!" Ravens shouted loudly. Although he sounded menacing, his body was lying on the bed in a large shape, unable to move at all, and his limbs were even trembling continuously.
.
It seems that the landlord ordered him to repair the floor before the side effects from last night ended, so that it has not recovered yet... The corner of Art's mouth raised slightly, and he felt a little funny in his heart for no reason.
"Do you know how painful it is for a witcher to learn to repair the floor!" Ravens roared, trying hard to raise his left hand, but soon dropped it tremblingly.
"Damn... I still have to rest for two hours..." Ravens breathed out and stopped struggling.
"As you know, I'm going to report to the academy today." Art shrugged, walked to the brand new floor, and stepped on it hard to see if it was firm. If he accidentally stepped on it later,
It would be dangerous if it collapsed.
"...I know, I'm just venting." Ravens sighed again and said: "I just know that I wasn't so desperate last night. I cut a hole in the floor with one knife, and I also fell down, and even
And I slept on the floor all day! Damn, not sleeping on a bed in a hotel is such a waste!”
"Have you had lunch?" Art ignored Ravens's thoughts. Art took out some bread left over from last night and showed it in front of Ravens.
"Okay..." Ravens took a deep breath, finally got up from the bed, and took the bread from Art with trembling hands.
Because he was still free after signing up until the next morning, and now he was penniless, Art suddenly found that he was also free.
"What are your plans for the afternoon? You can take me with you." Art asked Ravens. Whether it's drinking or accepting a commission, it would be good.
"...About my new armor..." Ravens glanced at Art sideways. He would not forget why he helped Art test it last night, so he spent most of the day wearing muscles.
Spend the pain.
Hearing Ravens' 'reminder', Art coughed awkwardly: "Ravens, uh-huh, you know that going to school also requires living expenses. I have to make money to support myself, right?"
"If you can really make a pair of armor that suits me, I won't be stingy in giving you some 'living expenses.'" Ravens knew very well that Art was trying to shirk. At the same time, he suddenly felt like,
After getting along with him for a while, he felt that Art seemed to have a very understanding heart...could it be an illusion?
"Uh... Okay, I will try my best." He sighed, and after eating the bread and filling his stomach, Art, who had nothing to do, relit the stove and looked at the place where Ravens had moved out a long time ago.
Stacking sand scorpion carapace, looking at the pile of carapace, Art suddenly thought of his ancient armor making.
It's like that. Two holes are made in two sections of iron sheets, and then they are strung together with ropes. As long as you control the technique well, you can 'weave' it into a piece of armor! And this has been tested for thousands of years.
The performance will definitely not be too bad! And now I happen to have a sheet mold on hand. With a little improvement, I can quickly perform injection molding. I only need to do the subsequent series connection!
As soon as he had an idea, Art put on his gloves without saying a word, and started the compact and efficient melting work under Ravens's bewildered gaze.
Of course, the window was opened this time, and the anvil was even moved to the window. Otherwise, if so much melted at once, even if the window was open, once the smell accumulated, people would be suffocated to death in the room.
Because the melting point of the carapace of these sand scorpions is quite low, with a burst of thick black smoke, it was melted into a pool of dark red molten material very smoothly. After most of the impurities inside were dissolved, Art immediately started
Injection molding process.
Using the mold modified in advance, the cast iron piece does not need to have four holes for threading, and four pieces can be cooled at the same time at one time.
The next work is to constantly repeat the two processes of casting, melting, casting, and melting. Even because there are not enough molds, you can take advantage of the cooling time to rest for about five minutes after each casting.
Due to caution, the output in the first hour was only sixteen pieces, but later on, thirty-two pieces were produced every hour. By dinner, the ground was already covered with a lot of emerald green stars.
The metal is completely enough to make a breastplate.
"Why are you making so many iron pieces like this?" Ravens couldn't understand Art's behavior at all. What he wanted was obviously armor, but Art ended up using these strange pieces.
things.
"You'll understand later." Because there is sufficient rest time every hour and there is no need to hammer at this stage, Art has almost no energy wasted.