Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 96

Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating

Chapter 96   Tongs and Dwarves

Now, I have come up with an idea.

I usually make spoons, but what if I combine them to create tongs?

As of now, I’ve never seen anything like that in this world.

On the other side, I also want a fork.

Making a fork out of wood is not impossible.

However, creating thin tines always presents durability issues.

I’ll think about where to discuss this idea.

Perhaps not with Dridon.

How about Father Bavaria, the priest from the Raffalier Church? He’s not bad, but there are hints of a dark shadow. I don’t want to owe anyone a favor.

Bielcera Emporium. Not a bad choice.

The Adventurers’ Guild. Half-elf Mikurashia. Not a bad idea either.

Dark Horse. The Commercial Guild. I don’t have any close acquaintances there yet.

Hmm, well, let’s see. First, I should talk to Mikurashia about it.

It’s not necessary for me to bring anyone else.

It’s rare for me to go solo, or so I thought.

“Mīnya is coming too, absolutely!”

Ah, I see. Mīnya has the day off today, I suppose.

“We’re going to Elf Mikurashia’s place. Do you want to come?”

“I don’t want to… I want to gooo, I want to go!”

Mīnya is a bit wary of Mikurashia.

She stares at Mīnya with an intense gaze, as if full of admiration.

It’s not that Mīnya dislikes her, but she finds her a bit intimidating.

It’s like being a fan, but I can understand the feeling.

We head towards the Adventurers’ Guild.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh, yes. Mīnya-sama! Welcome to the Adventurers’ Guild.”

“Um, can you introduce me to a metalworker?”

“Oh, uh, yes. Of course. You mean a blacksmith?”

“Blacksmith, well, yeah, something like that.”

“I’ll write a recommendation letter for you right away!”

Hmm, the elf has been very efficient with her work lately.

I receive a simple hand-drawn map and the introduction letter.

The letter is signed by Mikurashia.

“He’s a dwarf gentleman, and his skills are impressive.”

“Oh, thank you very much.”

Sometimes you hear that elves and dwarves have a bad relationship, but in reality, they respect and acknowledge each other.

It’s just that because they recognize each other’s abilities, they often assert themselves, which may appear as conflicts.

I look at the map. It’s the western district.

To the west, closer to the western gate.

I’m not familiar with this area since I don’t come here often.

As I walk, it seems like a craftsman’s district.

Mīnya is happily linking arms with me.

It used to be enough to just hold hands, but I wonder where she finds such information.

She’s delighted as we walk with our arms linked.

I glance around, taking in the surroundings.

If we turn down one street, we might get lost.

Carefully confirming the name of the shop at the corner of the landmark, we enter the alleyway.

It’s the fourth building from the corner, right here.

“Begidalil Blacksmith Shop”

Is there a signboard?

There isn’t one, but there’s a nameplate. It’s a metal plate with the name ” Begidalil” engraved on it.

This is the place.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh, sorry, please come in.”

Mīnya also greets them and peeks inside.

“Who’s there? I heard a child’s voice.”

“Oh, um, I’m Ed, a former Lanierda resident.”

“Ah, Ed, is it? And who’s this with you?”

“This is Mīnya.”

“Oh, I see. A beautiful elf, not something you see often.”

“Hehe.”

Mīnya smiles and blushes as she receives the compliment.

“Indeed. It seems you have a wonderful and pure heart. It’s important to cherish such a beautiful heart.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, yes! So, what brings you here?”

“Oh, well, I came up with an idea for a tool called tongs.”

Well, it’s knowledge from my past life.

I haven’t seen it in this world before.

It would be useful when cooking pasta, for example.

I present the introduction letter.

“Ah, Miss Mikurashia, the elf girl. Very well, very well.”

I show them the drawing I had brought.

“I see. So, you’re suggesting making this part out of thin metal and creating a spring-like mechanism.”

“Yes, exactly. Thank you for understanding so quickly.”

“Well, I’ve been working as a blacksmith for many years for a reason, you know.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Hahaha.”

We can also work with metal for the spoon’s handle.

But in that case, we wouldn’t have a role to play.

By making the spoon part out of wood and creating the fork and spring with metal, the overall cost can be slightly reduced, as metalwork is more expensive.

I’ve added a mechanism to the joint where a nail can be inserted for secure attachment.

“What’s this? Shall we give it a try? Do you have a spoon?”

“Yes, here it is.”

It’s just the one I usually use, but I brought it with me.

“Hmm, it’s quite a decent piece of craftsmanship.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh, hey, show me the knife you made.”

“Here you go.”

I present the mithril-crafted knife.

“Ah, I see. This is a beloved knife used by the Elven royal family, isn’t it?”

“It seems so.”

“What a fascinating item.”

“Well, it belongs to my mother, who is currently away.”

“I see, it’s your mother’s. Take good care of this knife.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, by the way, do you have any weapons? I can sharpen them for you. I’ll also give the knife a slight adjustment.”

I hand over my sword and the mithril knife.

While they work, they have one of their apprentices prepare the raw materials.

“It’s been a while since I sharpened mithril.”

They enthusiastically dive into the work.

Since it’s just sharpening, they swiftly use a rotating grindstone and a hand-operated finishing stone to achieve a satisfying result.

“How does it look? Mithril blades only need sharpening once a year or so, but it’s still good to keep them sharp.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll take care of enchanting this magic-infused sword as well.”

As promised, they quickly finish sharpening the sword.

The gleam of my Quick Cutter is different from before.

“I didn’t sharpen this one properly last time, so I made sure to do it thoroughly this time.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh, what was it again? Ah, right, the tongs.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got the materials ready, as the apprentice has prepared them.”

“Great, let’s get started.”

Saying that, they take out a hammer and begin striking the metal with the apprentice, exchanging nods along the way.

The piece rapidly takes shape, resembling a skewer-like spatula.

They shape the metalwork on the opposite side into a mechanism for holding the spoon.

Then, they stretch and fold the center of the handle, creating the spring component.

Finally, they strike a chisel into the spatula-shaped piece, forming a three-pronged fork.

“There you go, it’s done.”

“Huh?”

It was fast. It took about thirty minutes or so.

“The spoon.”

I hand them the spoon.

They insert the spoon into the loop-shaped metal fixture at the tip of the metallic side and secure it by driving a nail into the hole of the fixture with a hammer.

“Here, it’s complete. What do you think?”

“Wow, it’s amazing. It’s finished.”

“Of course.”

It was undoubtedly a pair of tongs.

It was the moment when tongs were born in this world.

They managed to secure a contract for a certain level of production.

This product is also set to be distributed to Bielcera Store.

They gradually work on crafting the spoon parts during their free time, managing to gather enough to meet the required quantity.

And thus, tongs began to be displayed as a product.