The Old Knight of a Frontier District

1

Heavy head.

My joints hurt badly everywhere.

My throat hurts.

Rarely, I think I caught a callus.

And pretty tough.

I heard a knock.

It's time for breakfast.

I try to eat breakfast alone in my room.

A squire always brings them at the appointed time.

"Good morning.

Dear Valdo Lowen, "

Surprisingly, it was Camlar who pushed the wagon to bring the food.

Usually Bardo has finished his walk at this hour.

Kamler says nothing about that Baldo still in bed.

He looked normal without saying anything and leaned over the side table to the side of the bed.

Set aside the dish and take the lid.

The sweet fragrance of milk, which was very heated, rose.

Stew?

No, soup?

"It's a little warm, so take your time.

This pot contains fruit squeeze juice and a little salt in hot and cold water.

Enjoy little by little while you're off. "

Um, in reply, Bardo was just wondering.

This dish is clearly in keeping with Bardo's physical condition.

The question is how Camlar found out about it.

No one knows why.

Bardo himself noticed this morning.

Then I haven't seen anyone.

Who the hell is that?

The mystery was solved immediately.

When I left the room, Kamler said,

"Jurchaga says he won't be home till night."

I said.

I thought it was him, and then the next question came up.

How did Jurchaga find out about Baldo's calluses?

He's still a man of no alarm.

I sat in bed weaving my gown, scratching a spoonful of the dish and putting it in my mouth.

This!

How itchy it was.

Wheat is not boiled.

The plan was cooked in milk or boiled.

I didn't have an appetite, but my body accepted this itch.

I can clearly see the way Kayu fits in his gut after passing his throat.

I can see that the Five Sixes, who were tired of fighting the Kai, are delighted with the arrival of this unexpected reinforcement.

The warmth of the itching stains the soot of the body.

Oh.

Good, which means your body will be happy, Bardo thought.

The plan was simmering the better and just right.

Yet the milk is not boiled down and exposed.

I meant to eat slowly, but the food was gone.

I went back to bed again and slept all night.

My body warmed up pompous.

After a while I woke up.

I sweated and thirsty, so I drank salted water with fruit juice and yaki.

It was delicious.

Damn.

Damn.

Cumler.

Bardo was strange.

How can you care for such an arrogant and disrespectful man who doesn't even think of people as people?

Baldo's idea is that humans with bad personalities shouldn't be able to cook really good food.

Perhaps the other way around, the idea came to mind.

In other words, instead of being such a man and being able to cook good food, the idea is that he is actually a good one because he can cook so good.

I immediately struck it off.

Kamler is Kamler.

It can't be a good one or something.

Sometimes I woke up and drank water.

I was completely back in shape at night.

2.

The next day, Senior Priest Bari Toad took him to visit a workshop in the lower city (Eue).

Says there's a man I want you to meet.

Engineering Bachelor Auro.

That's the man's name.

Intellectuals, he said, are titles given to those certified to have excellent knowledge in each specialty.

Apparently, there is a title on the intellectuals: Universe of Knowledge, on top of which is Knowledge.

Knowledge is the authority of that path, so to speak, with only two or three people in one area.

"Hello"

And I've been greeting Thirty is a little too old, a skinny, blushing little man in white.

I wonder why you're so stuck.

"Here.

Auro.

That's how you listen to the knight!

Don't you always say that?

That's what you are, so you have to acknowledge your strength.

Lord Bardo.

Forgive me.

I don't mean this man any harm.

In terms of the breadth of knowledge and the richness of ideas, it depends on concurrent engineering knowledge.

His Majesty Wendelland is here to help you with your research. "

"Oh, you know.

Excuse me.

So, uh, this is the crossbow. "

"Here.

That's how you're all about yourself again.

Lord Bardo will be the first to hear your business. "

Fair enough, Senior Priest, let's hear about that auro and the doings first, Bardo said.

Bari Toad's angry appearance tells me he was worried about this man, and I didn't feel bad.

Also, this type of person is easier to talk to by slashing them out of their own interests.

And I was interested when I heard it was a crossbow.

Pakla had a crossbow, too, and I've used Baldo.

But a crossbow is inferior to a big bow in range and power, and it's heavy and poorly handled, and we can't even talk about the speed of continuous shooting.

When it comes to taking the only one, it can also be used for less skilled soldiers.

Is there a new use for crossbows in this great power, Parzam?

"I think it would be better if you actually looked at it.

Could you try shooting this? "

The courtyard of the workshop has a flat plate target.

Bardo lifted the crossbow.

Heavy!

What, this weight?

Surprisingly and carefully, very many parts were made of metal.

It's all metal, like the part on the pedestal.

The clasp, the trigger, and even the middle part of the bow is metal.

Did you make a bow by connecting the metal to the tree?

But isn't this easy to break the connecting eye part?

"Well, well, well.

It's made of sticky metal all the way inside the wooden area. "

Anyway, I decided to try to shoot him.

It is a wind-up type.

Strings were hung on clasps, handles were mounted on both sides of the pedestal, and strings were wound up tightly.

And I put an arrow on it.

Much thicker arrows.

Since it is a heavy crossbow, I stabilized it with a stiff waist and pulled the trigger.

Momentum far exceeded expectations, arrows popped out, piercing thick wooden plates and hitting stone walls and smashing and scattering.

Bardo was stunned by its excessive power.

"Shh, wow.

Mr. Bardo, wow. "

And Auro praised me, but what's amazing is this crossbow, Bardo thought.

This crossbow should give this power to whoever shoots it.

But when Bardo says so, Auro says,

"Oh, I'm not.

It's so thoughtful, hi, I can't squeeze it.

If you squeeze too much, the strings will cut and the bow will break.

Oh, it's dangerous. "

Say that first.

Though I thought so, I calmed my mind and asked what I cared about.

I wondered why you use so much metal.

"This country has few quality trees.

There are many different types of metals.

Recently, research has progressed in various workshops, with stickiness and excellent metals of undo power. "

Auro replied.

Then, when Bari Toad,

"But if it's so heavy, it can't be used in action"

And I pointed it out.

"Yu, I think so because I think the same as the bow.

Change your mind.

Whatever, take the pedestal and move it, and you can shoot it on the pedestal.

Even heavier and more powerful, yes, wouldn't that be nice?

Turn the arrows into steel, and turn on the holy hard silver mess.

Then, it becomes a weapon that penetrates the full plate armor fifty steps away, in one shot.

also, of course, every shield is punched through "

Bardo was stunned.

Sure, this crossbow has that potential.

If there were a hundred such crossbows.

War changes as if.

But it's too brutal a weapon.

It wouldn't go with the way the knight fought the war of taking hostages and getting ransom without killing them.

Or is the war in the Middle Plains becoming something completely different from what you know on the border?

"Silly.

Try making some disposable interactions with Holy Hard Silver and more!

No matter how wealthy the knights are, they're going bankrupt in World War I. "

"Stay.

Priest.

Hey, Nagara, thank you.

Ha, isn't that the story, for example?

So, uh, what do you say, Mr. Bardo?

It wasn't.

Dear Bardo.

The way it works, yes, I've been able to do more or less.

The bow strength, oh, it's not stable.

And the strings.

I've done a lot, shah, I've settled on the Chatra Spider thread.

Ho, it's fragile.

And then, if I could be a little more resilient,

Mr. Bardo is a bowman, so I was wondering if you could tell me something. "

Who said I was a bowman, etc.

Of course, it's Jules Rant.

I thought I'd get more work done, but I can't even put it in my mouth.

Then we talked for a while and advised that metal bows are futuristic, but as things stand, we should try a lot of single wood materials, and I said this.

A bow made of a tree that has grown for a hundred years has a hundred years, and a thousand years for a tree of a thousand years.

It is also better to use the central part rather than the outside of the tree.

It's a tree of some age, and it's a tree that I cut down and then put to sleep.

I haven't even drained the water. The quality is not stable because it forces the young tree to do so, and it is easy to break.

But most of the trees that are excellent as bow material seem to be hard to come by here.

While we were talking, I came up with something.

On the border, there is a house with a large number of trees perfect for a bow.

The Coendella family.

The timber in that territory over there is great.

The Coendella family should be repaying the once embezzled gold to the Kingdom of Parzam every year.

Speaking of some of that repayment in wood, wouldn't you be happy to jump?

Specify the size to cut out only the good core parts of the tree and get them through Uncle Linz to this point.

At that expense.

Speaking to Bari Toad about the thought, he hit his hand and was pleased.

"No, no.

Oh, my God.

That's great, that's it!

Then I got a letter asking for a reprieve when I couldn't even twist this year's repayment.

I was in a consultative position on the matter.

Heh, heh, heh, heh.

Once you've shared that lovely idea with your CFO, that's an already appreciated undertaking.

Of course, all the lumber can be housed in the Royal Palace, but there's no problem turning some of it into this workshop. "

Nevertheless, and Bari Toad turned to Auro.

"I would always say.

Instead of just trying to produce things out of your head, you tell them to learn naturally.

Did you wake up in the teachings of Lord Bardo?

Stop obsessing strangely about metal.

Learn and take advantage of the excellent qualities of natural wood. "

"Yes, priest.

Nature is wonderful.

The wood is amazing.

But the priest.

You can't create the wood this one thinks you are.

But metal, even if we can't do it now, will one day produce what we think it is.

That's what I feel.

One day, I'm sure, you'll also be able to do metal that's light enough to float in the water and harder than holy hard silver.

It will be more viscose and supple than yarn, and even the Devil's Sword will be able to do some metal that can't be cut.

It's natural, too.

Everything in this world is natural. "

When this guy got excited, you could normally talk, and Bardo listened to Auro's hot valve.