The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Lily seems to have done her job quickly, and a week later, a suitable size girder was created.

When I hold it, it feels a little too big to use, but this is what I ordered.

Because I am an adult to use it, it is just fine.

Handles and the like were connected to the body using bronze.

Bronze is less rusty than iron, so it would be a suitable material.

The clamp that removes the fiber from the water is also firmly connected by a thin thread, and the digit that attaches the clamp and pinches it from the top and bottom is neither more robust nor heavier than necessary, and still does not seem vulnerable.

You did a good job.

As soon as I contacted him, I was to meet with Cuff.

When I entered the cuff room with the big baggage, the room was getting even smaller and dirtier.

Lots more cluttered luggage.

Hey, are you here?

The cuff was sitting on the couch, grabbing a large cutting bass, and about to slit the worn clothes into snails.

"What do you say, now you can go, right?

With his gaze, the cuff showed a large laundry bucket in the middle of the room.

The laundry barrel was a huge size that the housewife felt surrounded by three to four people to use, and if she closed her eyes to the shallowness, she would likely be able to stretch the water and bathe.

There, the water is strained now.

Around, it was flooded with spilled water.

Did you borrow it from somewhere?

"I think I can, but let's make sure"

I took the girder I brought out of the bathroom and put it on the ok with the handle.

A circular ok, but it fit perfectly inside.

"Oh, is that what it is"

Cuff said as he stared at the girder I had brought.

"Yes, you should be able to make it with this"

I looked next to Tarai.

Where you've been sourcing from, yarn scraps kind of stuff, clothes cut back to yarn by the Zutazuta you were producing earlier, a lot of stuff is in the ok by material.

"You have enough ingredients, too. Exactly."

"Sort of."

The cuff is proud.

Being proud of your work means a lot in life.

I guess I enjoy getting out of my rotten life in decadence and working now.

In the room, although the garbage is scattered, it doesn't smell like booze as before.

Looks like I cleaned out the bottle of booze too, I couldn't see it anywhere.

"Well, shall we do it quickly? Which material looks good."

"This looks good"

I pointed to one basket.

Some of them are filled with white fiber like cotton.

Pick it at your fingertips and it breaks loose.

The fineness and length of the fibers are impeccable.

"Or so. That's what the yarn inquirer gave me. Yarn scraps."

"Let's put it in the water"

"Just now. Fine."

I punched the basket in the octopus and thread crumbs in the water.

Sleeveless, his hands stuck in the water and stirred, the yarn crumbs swam through the water and broke down with Moya.

That's good.

"First, I'll do it."

It's a little too big for me, but it doesn't mean I can't hold a girder.

"Right. Let me see."

When the jab was placed in the tarai, and rinsed, rinsed, and swam, a thin membrane was formed on top of it.

Once that's done, it's like the density of the filter is doubling, so it thickens quickly.

When the other side was thick enough to be invisible, I slanted the girder and cut the water, lifting it up.

Outreach, it was a quick task.

It hasn't taken five minutes.

I disassembled the embedded digits and removed the paper from the top.

On top of the top is a layer of freshly made sprinkled paper.

When I turned that end up, I lifted it, even though it was about to cut a thousand pieces.

If you look closely, because I'm right-handed, the paper is thicker on the right and thinner on the left.

It's not a failure...... but this would make it inferior, even if pressed and dried.

But this heap will do anything with improved technology.

But, my God, well, it's an easy one.

I didn't think it would be this easy.

"We pinch this in something, dehydrate it, dry it."

"All right, let me do it too"

I'm motivated.

Very good.

"Well, I'll put this back."

"Eh."

I peeled off a layer of sprinkled paper that was ready to roll, and put it in the ok again.

He pulled it in the water as it was and stirred it back to the condition it had been before.

"What, can we go back? Then you can practice as much as you want."

"Yes, let's do a lot of research, as it should be more robust to have different fiber orientations from each other"

"Right."

After layering the paper made of various materials, sandwiching it between the plates and the plates and weighing it on top, and wiping the soggy floor, the work was done for now.

"For now, let's leave it like this for about three days"

"Three days?

Cuff said unexpectedly.

I thought it would only be shallow in one day, and maybe three days.

"Maybe a day will do, but come on, let's shrink"

"... right. What's the rush?"

You seem convinced.

"I say hurry up and you'll ruin things."

"Well, don't say you're good. It's the first proverb I've ever heard."

I wonder if there is such a thing.

"Well, for now, we're done with today's work,"

"Right."

"Well, I'll be back in the dorm after a little rest. It's going to be sundown."

I came here around noon, but the sun was already going down.

I've been working a lot longer than I thought.

"By the way, I didn't ask, but you, where did you hear about me"

Cuff has asked abruptly.

Haven't we talked about that?

Come to think of it, I don't think I even wrote the name of the referral in the letter.

Is it because of the poor attitude at first?

You usually write "who introduced you to me and took the brush" or something.

I totally forgot.

"From a classmate named Myalo."

"Myalo? I don't know anyone your age."

What, you didn't know him?

I wonder if Myalo just knew it unilaterally.

"Really? Myalo Gudanvier."

"... what?

When I gave him my family name, he had a fusi in mind.

"I'm Myalo Gudanvier. He was small and his chestnut hair fluttered."

"Oh... Gudanvier's... well. You remember me."

It's kind of emotional.

You look impressed.

"Well, Myalo remembers roughly. If you want talented and clever merchants, then Mr. Cuff would be nice."

"Well... about me"

What the fuck?

Is it also a serious situation?

"I'm sorry, but I need you to leave today."

"What? Oh. I don't mind."

I was going to go home.

"I can't see the tears."

Eh.

Are you so impressed that you're about to cry?

You don't want to see a man cry.

Let's just go home.

"Okay. Now if you'll excuse me."

I flipped myself over and hurried to the exit.

"Hey."

I got a call from my back.

"From now on, I don't need a salutation or anything. It's weird that an employer should be respectful."

"... well, I'll see you later"

I left the room and closed the door.