Chapter 218: Red Throat Harbor (9)

――Don't buy it yet, I'll replace it by noon tomorrow. Thank you.

"Your Excellency," said the dwarf respectfully, "we have examined this arm in detail, but we need to know what kind of arm your guests need?"

The Ninth Son set his sights on the black-haired spellcaster.

"It depends on how far you can go. Kerryben said, and the otherworldly spirits nodded, and the gnomes, dwarves, and elves were all good at delicate and ingenious workmanship, but the elves' crafting was biased towards nature and harmony, and they built their houses out of stone, vines, and fallen trees. They tanned their furnishings and other objects, occasionally with their own hair and birds' feathers, but almost all of them came from old dead or demonized beasts, and their jewels and weapons were as delicate and simple as a pool of blue water or a piece of moonlight, and the dwarves dwelled in the thick mountains, and lived in the company of hard and rough rocks and flaming furnaces, and their works were naturally intimately tainted with it. Their jewels were of an awkward style, their lines were rough, their weapons were thick and solid, and occasionally female dwarves forged elaborate bows and arrows or short swords, but as long as anyone could observe and touch them, they would not in any way confuse them from elven products, even if they did not have the various markings that dwarves were accustomed to, for the dwarves' weapons were almost all metal, including the strings of their bows, and where silk threads and fur were needed, they replaced them with wires thinner than a hair's hair and foil as thin as the morning light. Gnomes have the same preference, no one mistakes their products for dwarves, and their products tend to be extravagant without limits, and what goes out of their hands, even if it is just a trinket, is engraved with intricate patterns, inlaid with gems (cheap or expensive, if allowed), and has the maker's number in a secret place.

They differ from the dwarves in that they create tiny traps that the dwarves disdain and objects that are used in everyday life. They are passionate about combining their crafts with magic, the most well-known of which is the Rune Plate.

"There are many kinds, my lord. The gnome, who had three more necklaces than his companions, said, "It depends on what you need." The simplest - we can make him an arm out of hollow steel, or we can carve it out of wood and attach it to him with an arm sleeve made of leather, so that if he wears clothes and gloves, no one will notice that he is missing a hand. ”

Before Berdwin could respond, the otherworldly soul shook his head first. If it was just like this, there was no need for them to travel thousands of miles to the Dragonfire Islands.

"So. "We might as well make this arm out of silver, with a few reels and bearings in it, and with the switch turned on, the joints of the wrists can be turned, and the fingers can be opened or clenched," the dwarf said, grabbing Baldwin's arm and squeezing the end of the head like an albino dolphin, the skin already wrapped in bare bones and muscles after healing potions and time. It was smooth, as if a hand had never grown, and the dwarf leaned in and sniffed at it. Snoring and muttering something that no one could understand, Berdwin frowned slightly, resisting the urge to throw the fellow, who was not yet his navel, from one end of the Hall to the other.

"But it hurts a little bit when the arm is fixed. "Because we have to make holes in the bones and hold them together with nails." ”

"Isn't there anything better?" asked Leona—all they expected was that Baldwin could still be a knight. It is not a craftsman who wields a hammer or a farmer who swings a flail with all his strength.

"Yes," said the gnome, "Mithril's lice-like arm, constant magic, which extends from within, connects with the part that is not yet completely dead— If the material is pure enough and the magic applied to it is strong enough, you can feel even the slightest change in whatever is transmitted to that arm, from temperature to pressure, you can give it any command, use it as you please, wield a sword or pick up a spoon, even if you ask it to carve a cheese rose, and when you get used to it, you'll find that it's more desirable than a real, flesh-and-blood arm, but you won't have to worry about it being poisoned, injured, or cut off again. At least not as fragile as your old arm. He lifted his body again and grasped Baldwin's severed arm in a careless manner, "Of course, it hurts a lot to connect them together, unlike a normal silver arm, which goes deep into the bone marrow and is very long. ”

"Can you make an arm like this?" asked Leona, knowing which one he would choose without looking at Berdwin.

"Of course," said the dwarf, his eyes glinting uncomfortably, "but not me, it's us, you need the most sophisticated and intelligent gnomes on the Eastern Crown." ”

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"Your Excellency," said the dwarf respectfully, "we have examined this arm in detail, but we need to know what kind of arm your guests need?"

The Ninth Son set his sights on the black-haired spellcaster.

"It depends on how far you can go. Kerryben said, and the otherworldly spirits nodded, and the gnomes, dwarves, and elves were all good at delicate and ingenious workmanship, but the elves' crafting was biased towards nature and harmony, and they built their houses out of stone, vines, and fallen trees. They tanned their furnishings and other objects, occasionally with their own hair and birds' feathers, but almost all of them came from old dead or demonized beasts, and their jewels and weapons were as delicate and simple as a pool of blue water or a piece of moonlight, and the dwarves dwelled in the thick mountains, and lived in the company of hard and rough rocks and flaming furnaces, and their works were naturally intimately tainted with it. Their jewels are quaint and rugged, their weapons are thick and solid, and the occasional female dwarf forged a fine bow or dagger, but anyone who can observe and touch them will not in any way confuse them from elven artifacts, even if they do not have the various markings that dwarves are accustomed to, because their weapons are almost always all metal, including the strings of their crossbows. Where silk threads and furs were needed, they replaced them with wires thinner than a human hair and foil as thin as the morning light - the gnomes had the same penchant, and no one mistook the gnomes' products for dwarves, and the gnomes' products were always unrestrainedly inclined to luxury, and the things that went out by their hands, even if they were just a trinket, were intricately patterned, inlaid with precious stones (cheap or expensive, if allowed), and had the maker's number in the secret place.

They differ from the dwarves in that they create tiny traps and objects that the dwarves disdain for everyday use, and are passionate about combining their artifacts with magic. One of the most well-known is the Rune Disk.

"There are many kinds, my lord. The gnome, who had three more necklaces than his companions, said, "It depends on what you need." The simplest - we can make him an arm out of hollow steel, or we can carve it out of wood and attach it to him with an arm sleeve made of leather, so that if he wears clothes and gloves, no one will notice that he is missing a hand. ”

Before Berdwin could respond, the otherworldly soul shook his head first. If it was just like this, there was no need for them to travel thousands of miles to the Dragonfire Islands.

"So. The dwarf said, "We may also be able to make this arm out of silver, with a few reels and bearings in it, and if you turn on the switch, the joints of the wrist can turn." And the fingers can be opened or clenched," he grabbed Baldwin's arm and squeezed the end of the head like an albino dolphin, healed by healing potions and time. The skin had already wrapped around the bare bones and muscles, and it was smooth, as if a hand had never grown. The dwarf leaned in, sniffing at the scent and purring as he muttered something that no one could understand, and Berdwin frowned slightly, resisting the urge to throw the fellow who was not yet his navel from one end of the hall to the other.

"But it hurts a little bit when the arm is fixed," the dwarf said, "because we have to make holes in the bones and hold them together with nails." ”

"Isn't there anything better?" asked Leona—all they expected was that Baldwin would still be a knight, not a craftsman wielding a hammer or a farmer swinging a flail with sheer strength.

"Yes," said the gnome, "Mithril's lice-like arm, constant magic, which extends from within, connects with the part that is not yet completely dead— If the material is pure enough and the magic applied to it is strong enough, you can feel even the slightest change in whatever is transmitted to that arm, from temperature to pressure, you can give it any command, use it as you please, wield a sword or pick up a spoon, even if you ask it to carve a cheese rose, and when you get used to it, you'll find that it's more desirable than a real, flesh-and-blood arm, but you won't have to worry about it being poisoned, injured, or cut off again. At least not as fragile as your old arm. He lifted his body again and grasped Baldwin's severed arm in a careless manner, "Of course, it hurts a lot to connect them together, unlike a normal silver arm, which goes deep into the bone marrow and is very long. ”

"Can you make an arm like this?" asked Leona, knowing which one he would choose without looking at Berdwin.

"Of course," said the dwarf, his eyes glinting uncomfortably, "but not me, it's us, you need the most sophisticated and intelligent gnomes on the Eastern Crown." ”

"So. "We might be able to make this arm out of silver, with a few reels and bearings in it, and if you turn on the switch, the joints of the wrist can be turned, and the fingers can be opened or clenched," said the dwarf. He grabbed Baldwin's arm and squeezed the end of the head like an albino dolphin, the healing potion and time had healed, the skin had already wrapped the bare bones and muscles, and it was smooth, as if a hand had never grown, and the dwarf leaned in, shrugged his nose and sniffed at it, purring and muttering words that no one could understand, Baldwin frowned slightly, resisting the urge to throw the creature who was not yet his navel from one end of the Pillar Hall to the other.

"But it hurts a little bit when the arm is fixed," the dwarf said, "because we have to make holes in the bones and hold them together with nails." ”

"Isn't there anything better?" asked Leona—all they expected was that Baldwin would still be a knight, not a craftsman wielding a hammer or a farmer swinging a flail with sheer strength.

"Yes," said the gnome, "Mithril's lice-like arm, constant magic, which extends from within, connects with the part that is not yet completely dead— If the material is pure enough and the magic applied to it is strong enough, you can feel even the slightest change in whatever is transmitted to that arm, from temperature to pressure, you can give it any command, use it as you please, wield a sword or pick up a spoon, even if you ask it to carve a cheese rose, and when you get used to it, you'll find that it's more desirable than a real, flesh-and-blood arm, but you won't have to worry about it being poisoned, injured, or cut off again. At least not as fragile as your old arm. He lifted his body again and grasped Baldwin's severed arm in a careless manner, "Of course, it hurts a lot to connect them together, unlike a normal silver arm, which goes deep into the bone marrow and is very long. ”

"Can you make an arm like this?" asked Leona, knowing which one he would choose without looking at Berdwin.

"Of course," said the dwarf, his eyes glinting uncomfortably, "but not me, it's us, you need the most sophisticated and intelligent gnomes on the Eastern Crown." ”

"Of course," said the dwarf, his eyes glinting uncomfortably, "but not me, it's us, you need the most elite and intelligent gnomes on the East Crown." (To be continued.) )