BJ Swordmaster

Dwarp's underground city was a place where everything around him seemed to be made of steel.

In the center of the city, there is a furnace decorated like a small reservoir, and in the midst of the blazing heat, many dwarves burst out laughing.

One of the reasons they don't accept humans inside was that furnace. The heat of the underground city wasn't at the level of the average human being could stand.

"This is the center of the city. The vast majority of the work space is concentrated here. It's the warmest, most lively place."

Dwarp Wheldon.

He was the city manager of the year, managing visitors to the underground city and issuing permissions.

The manager changed every year, and it's been about seven months since Whealdon took the position.

And Whealdon was confident that no manager had ever been in such a dynamic situation as he was.

I can't believe you brought Dragon into the underground city. Damn it.'

Muspel was only a thousand-year-old young object, but the fact that he was a dragon alone did not dare touch human beings. The same was true of Dwarp.

Because of that, how many treasures have been awarded so far.

He often comes to me to tear up the treasure, to tear it off regularly every month, to sometimes throw out unprocessed gemstones, and even force me to make something more than that!

It's been a long time since I got used to it because it's been going on for a hundred years, but I didn't like the situation just because I got used to it.

What the hell did you do? How did you convince this monster? No, does persuasion work? Human beings are dragons?

It's just like that now.

Despite the intense heat, the dragon seems to have no interest in the surroundings.

In the first place, dragons were the ones who looked like bugs if they were not of the same race, but now Moosefell had even cast protective magic on the humans next to them.

What did you really do?’

The article seemed calm as if not a handful of heat could be delivered. For a moment, I thought he was also a dragon, but Dwarp's eyes saw through the truth.

Henry Camilton.

Ballaran's knight was clearly a human being.

He just said he was trying to persuade the dragon.

It's ridiculous.’

Of course it's a good thing. If we could get out of the dragon's interference, the city's working environment would be ten times better.

But the problem was anxiety.

Anxiety that we don't know the reason why humans have persuaded us, and that we don't know what the dragon is thinking.

"Hey, you said Henry? I mean you....”

"Tell me."

"Well, I'd like to talk to you in a quiet place for a while. Don't you think it's too noisy to have a conversation? I mean, in a different place where humans can relax.”

Throughout the conversation, Wheldon had to watch out for the dragon. I knew he wouldn't be interested in what he did, but he was the opponent.

Fortunately, the human knight was quick-witted.

"I understand what you mean. Muspel, could you wait here for a moment?"

"Yes!"

A girl with black hair who willingly nods her head. Whealdon inwardly stuck his tongue out. Such a gentle attitude. Isn't the scene of squeezing Dwarp violently all over the place?

"This way. That place will do without magic."

Whealdon led Henry.

Dwarp, who occasionally found Henry, looked surprised, but it was the city manager's unique authority to greet guests.

I'm just surprised that the grumpy Whealdon leads the human race well.

Soon, Wheldon made room.

It was a space reserved for the occasional visit of the king of Oslo or his equivalent. Environment enough not to harm the fragile human body.

Only after arriving at a place where he even had a "soft chair" did Wheeldon ask questions as if he had held back his breath.

"You, human kid, what the hell did you do?"

"I persuaded Moosefell. The irrational situation that Dworf has had so far won't continue any further. And so far……he, the gift you gave me…….”

"Forced to bring."

"……Yes, I'll return half of the items. As soon as possible today."

Whealdon blew his breath.

"Human beings are liars. But you're not. Well, he's got a dragon around him right now, so what else do we need to say?"

Humans used the expression "liar," but it did not mean that Whealdon was unconditionally distrustful of humans.

Because he could read with his eyes whether the other person was lying or telling the truth.

But it was impossible for Wheldon to even read the thoughts deep in his head.

"All right, trust me. The news that the Dragon is going to get away from us is absolutely welcome. Maybe there will be a full-scale festival as soon as we deliver it."

"Let me ask you a question. How many bottles of beer do you consume at the festival?"

"I've never counted. What's certain is that it's a huge amount. Beer storage is one of our pride. You can keep it very cool even in this heat."

Whatever the reason Dwarp loves the hottest place.

Of course, there was a reason why it was easier to work when it was located near the furnace, but the hotter the place, the more cooler the beer was.

"Anyway.”

Wheldon's face, which was full of pride for a moment, became serious again.

"You didn't persuade the Dragon to ask such a question."

"If you felt light, I apologize. It was a necessary question."

"There's always a reason for anything. What do you want? If what you say is true, you are like a friend who has done us a great favor. It will be a festival to welcome new friends."

The expression "friend" meant a lot to Dwarp. Even more if the main character is of a different race.

Dwarp's friend was someone who could give and receive anything.

"I want a sword and a suit of armor."

"…just?"

Wheldon raised his thick eyebrows.

It was too simple to ask for after doing such a great job.

"Oh, there's one more."

"I knew it."

Wheldon was rather relieved. The man he's been through has necessarily asked for something worthy of his actions.

But this time again, the article's answer was beyond his expectations.

"Will I be able to participate in the festival? I really want to taste Dwarp's beer.”

"Ha."

It's ridiculous. Now Whealdon was smiling unconsciously.

I remembered the first time I met an article in front of me. The way he spoke that he felt was just plain, and the question that asked what he wanted was truly for his opponent.

"That's really all you have, isn't it?"

"That's all."

"When I heard you talking, I thought you did this just for us."

"I just couldn't turn a blind eye to the irrational situation."

"What about sword and armor?"

"It's the best gift I can hope for as a knight."

"I can't believe it.”

Whealdon's smile grew thick. It was a more favorable, relaxed smile.

The human being he thought and the article in front of him were completely different.

"Oh, my God, I can't stand it. I want to go out and talk right away. If we find out what happened here now, we'll all go crazy. Obviously."

“…….”

"You said you wanted to participate in the festival, didn't you?"

"Yes, if possible…….”

"Of course! Our city is not desolate enough to hold a festival without a main character!"

Wheldon said, imagining what was about to happen, and Henry's desire was in line with him.

"Then I'll send Moosefell and come back. It's a scene that I really want to face in person."

I'll send the dragon somewhere else. It was absurd to hear, but Wheeldon had already faced more absurdities than that.

The driver, who asked for understanding, left, and Whealdon constantly clasped his hands in nervousness. By the time you repeat the straightening.

"That's enough. Let's get started."

At the sight of the knight's return, he left his seat and rushed to the center of the city.

***

Shortly after Whealdon delivered the news.

There was a crazy festival in the underground city.

Of course, it was somewhat different from the human festival. The only drink they had was beer, and more precisely, it was a beer-drinking festival all day long.

"Hahaha! Our friend! Knight Henry Camilton!"

"A sword! A suit of armor! The brave knight cut the evil dragon's throat!”

Songs with poor pitch and beat echoed throughout the city. A song that you sing with excitement on the spot. Henry wandered around the city with enthusiastic attention.

[Real-time streaming: Dwarp Festival Special) Drinking beer instead of water]

Of course the broadcast was under way. Moderate sponsorship followed by interesting thumbnails that resulted in an influx of new viewers.

Even after a few hours, the festival's enthusiasm remained the same. It's a matter of fact because the shackles that have been tied to the ankles for more than a hundred years have been removed.

Henry wrapped up the broadcast in due course and kept it private.

[M : That's great. It's very good. It's a common theme, but you can only see the vivid atmosphere in movies.]

[M: If you edit what you talked to Dragon in moderation and upload it, it'll look good. Just looking at the recent increase in subscribers, I'm sure you've seen it...….]

Manager Fireworks Solo enthusiastically communicated information to Henry.

The number of subscribers has reached 40,000 recently, and if this trend continues, the growth will increase significantly.

[M: Now, I think we can get a video of Dragon every time he brings another contractor. Why don't you wrap it up like the Avengers, and the whole picture is fine...… Oh, what's going on now? Are we playing a game with the gods?]

"Maybe not. What the Wizard wants is to stop the downfall. As I've heard from Coelay, perhaps a man cannot dare to resist."

When I was talking to Whealdon a while ago.

Henry asked Muspel to find a contractor.

It won't be long before we get one in front of Henry, since you said you remember the contractor.

But no matter how good they were, they weren't at challenging the realm of the gods. It was their role to stop the downfall, as the Wizard of the Great will.

[M : I understand] Oh, and this is a bit disappointing. I think Dwarp will listen to anything the driver says. Can't you just get a little more? Of course, you've definitely got the concept of a knight, but…….]

"Because I didn't have anything special to ask for."

It didn't mean much to Henry, whether it was a huge gold or your precious mineral.

All that's needed is a process to make sure Dwarp has the name Henry Camilton, and that's what's going to happen.

In the end, Henry got everything he wanted if he could secure fame.

[M: That's true, too. Well, you can still use a sponsorship store. When are you planning to go up next? That's a hundred million, isn't it?]

"That's the price. I don't know the time yet."

[M: You'll be able to do it soon] Oopop brother…… Not only Oop Oop but also advertising. Subscribers are constantly going up. Oh, when are you going to solve the game-related bait? If you solve that, you'll be able to aim for something big.]

"I'll solve it if I can, but unfortunately I don't know how.”

Now, I knew what the game meant and the story of solving game bait. But what can I do? Contrary to what viewers thought, the world Henry lived in was not a game.

Conversations continued moderately. It was mostly about channel-related content, and also about Henry's direction forward.

Basically, the process of sorting out the "good picture" that can be extracted within the framework of performing the role of a wizard.

And at the end of the conversation.

The flame solo asked Henry as if passing by.

[M: But hasn't it been a while since you've been here?] Do you happen to know any news?]

BJ Swordmaster

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