episode_0043

“Hey! mister! Are you just blankly looking at the picture today?”

Illisha kicked down the door and entered the store.

“Tung” There is a sound of the door hitting the wall, and the weapons hanging on the wall rattle.

If it was this loud, you might have felt someone trying to check out the inside of the store, but you couldn’t even hear the footsteps of ants inside the store.

“Umm…Where have you been?”

Illisha stroked her chin and narrowed her eyes.

“You know, Illisha…could you stop treating people like burdens…”

“Oh, sorry, sorry, it’s too light, stop”

Actually, a person carrying a large sword would not think that I was heavy.

Only then did Ilicia release me, and I adjusted my clothes and looked around the store.

The lights weren’t on so it was dark. The store was only illuminated by sunlight coming through the window, and the weapons on the weapons display stand were full of dust, as if they had not been touched for a while.

“Wait, where have you been?”

When I asked, Illisha scratched her head as if she was troubled.

“Uhm…I don’t have to go anywhere right now…”

Illisha also looks around and heads to the counter.

“Huh? The ingredients I brought yesterday…”

He searches every corner of the counter with a surprised expression. I also helped Illisha check the counter to see if it had been stolen.

The floor was covered in dust, as if it hadn’t been cleaned for a long time. But strangely, there were places where dust didn’t accumulate.

Rather than being piled up, I looked at the traces that were being dragged by something.

“If you follow the traces…”

The end of the trail broke off at the bottom where we came in. Seeing this, Illisha raised her eyes as if something occurred to her.

“Hmm~”

Illisha smiled happily and motioned for me to follow her.

“What is it? Where is it?”

A small, small-scale blacksmith shop can be seen as you head towards the narrow passage at the back of the store.

Looking at the smoke rising from the chimney, I could easily tell that someone was currently working in the blacksmith shop.

-Kang!

The cheerful sound of metal being struck comes from inside.

“What! mister! Is the closure over?”

When Illisha pulled open the tightly locked iron door, the hot heat inside the blacksmith shop was instantly released through the crack in the door.

Just like a tropical night, the muggy heat and steam hit my face, but in an instant, I was suffocating.

On a hot summer day, I couldn’t help but frown as the heat rising from the asphalt rose through the cracks in the iron door, but Illysha seemed unconcerned.

“Uncle!”

Illisha called out, but the man in front of me did not stop grinding the iron, and just looked at the anvil in front of him and repeated the same action.

It was like an NPC in a game, but something was different. There was something else in that hammer blow.

-Kang!

The sparks bouncing off the red-hot metal felt like a man’s anger.

And when the red-hot iron was dipped into a bucket, the cold water screamed and smoke spewed out.

The man opened his mouth only when the gushing water vapor swept through the blacksmith shop and escaped through the open door.

“Are you here…?”

The man answered in a cracked voice without turning around.

Illisha pursed her lips for a moment, then changed her expression to a smile and approached the man.

“What is it? At this time, I was always looking at Layla’s picture.”

The man smiled as if trying to respond to Illisha’s playful tone, but his faded and lifeless eyes were clearly a forced smile.

“Oh, I brought the friend who said he would help me last time”

When Ilicia pointed at me, the man’s dead-looking eyes seemed to have regained some vitality.

“Ah…you…”

The man put the hammer in his hand on the workbench, then trudged over and grabbed my hand.

The man’s hands were large and hard. The burn marks on his partially blistered hands and wrists seemed to show how long the man had been doing this job.

“I am the owner of this store…I am Uldi.”

Uncle Uldi looked at me with eyes that looked like he was about to cry.

Uncle Uldi’s eyes were sharply torn and looked small, but it seemed like a waterfall of tears was about to burst out of them.

“I heard from Ilicia…that you are someone who will help me get revenge?”

“Ah…yes…my name is Harry.”

When I spoke awkwardly, Uncle Uldi pointed to the sack that Illisha had brought.

“I knew from looking at the materials they had collected that they were working sincerely. Thank you.”

Are you talking about looking at the ingredients in that bag? Well, since Uncle Uldi is the owner of the weapons shop in the first place, he would have been able to know at a glance what those ingredients were used for.

“Yes, so, other than making or strengthening weapons…is it possible to make something like this?”

I took out the blueprint parchment I had brought from my room and handed it to Uncle Uldi.

Uncle Uldi opened the blueprint I gave him and looked around, and a look of a little trouble appeared on his face.

“What is this?? I’m not sure if I can make it since it’s my first time seeing it…”

“This is a necessary item. Only when this is produced can you get the revenge you want.”

When Uncle Uldi answered with a slurred tone, I responded in a slightly harsh tone.

“Ah…”

Uncle Uldi, who was looking at me quietly as if hesitating about something,’s hands are shaking.

Uncle Uldi held the parchment tightly and nodded.

“Okay…you shouldn’t hesitate, let’s make it according to the blueprint. How long can I make it?”

“As soon as possible, I think you can make it for 4 people.”

I said that and folded my fingers.

There will be four people: Elisias, Illisha, La Boille, and me. By counting.

Asha was intentionally excluded because she had to continuously collect information from the rear.

“What is it? What is it?”

Ilicia moves her head back and forth behind Uncle Uldi as if she is curious.

“Ah? Is this modern culture…? Should I say that?”

“Modern culture???”

When Ilicia asked what it meant, I answered that it was nothing.

If you look at it closely, it is not a modern literary work. Because it is an invention that was made for quite a long time.

“Well… it’s kind of like a gas mask, but the quality probably isn’t that good. Since there are limitations in resources and technology, imitation is all that is possible.”

“I don’t know what that gas mask is…but it looks quite interesting…”

Uncle Uldi said that and headed towards the workbench, crossing his arms and nodding his head back and forth with a quite serious expression.

“This…Did you draw the blueprint yourself, Harry?”

“Oh, yes, that’s right”

“You drew it pretty precisely…it’s amazing.”

You mean the drawing of the blueprint?

Even though my body was different, I still knew the feeling of drawing, so I was able to draw with ease.

Illisha, who seemed unable to contain her curiosity from earlier, did not remain still.

I was snooping around next to Uncle Uldi and my eyes widened as I looked at the blueprint.

“Wow…little boy, you are really good at drawing.”

I’m somewhat embarrassed by Ilicia’s praise.

I never thought that secretly scribbling and drawing would be so helpful.

“So what is that gas mask?”

Ilicia came next to me and asked Uncle Uldi again if he had finished his business.

[Gas Mask] When we passed the era of the Black Death in the Middle Ages and entered the modern era, humans thought that infectious diseases were related to bad smells.

It is said that the ancient Greeks used sponges like sponges to block odors, and doctors in the 17th century wore masks shaped like bird beaks like gas masks.

That’s how the plague doctor’s mask was born. It is said that herbs were placed in its long beak to block and neutralize bad odors.

But what I’m trying to make is the stuff that comes after that.

“It’s hard to explain in words, but they were trying to make a gas-type weapon.”

Illisha nodded quietly, perhaps remembering what I had told her on the way to the store.

“I’m trying to make something called a gas mask that can offset gas-based weapons.”

If the occult mask worn by the plague doctor is mankind’s first gas mask, then what I am trying to make is a smoke hood, a gas mask made in the mid-18th century.

“Use this.”

I took out the antidote I had brought from my suitcase and handed it to Illisha.

“This potion is…”

Antidote, potion that removes status abnormalities. I plan to use this as a kind of filter replacement.

“This is the antidote you saw in the room earlier. You can think of it as a paste that eliminates the symptoms that occur when you are addicted to a medicine. Although it is still a sample.”

“What?!”

Illisha was startled by my answer and looked at me with big eyes.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“If this potion is a medicine that relieves the symptoms of poisoning, then…”

Illisha’s expression, which was muttering, changed sharply. Illisha held the glass bottle containing the potion tightly and suddenly turned on her heel and ran out to the blacksmith shop.

“Uh, hey! Wait a minute!”

I tried to stop Illisha’s embarrassing behavior, but it had already left my hands.

Uncle Uldi looked towards us to see what was going on, and I lightly handed him my neck and left the blacksmith shop.

“Illisha! Wait a minute!”