Killer King Against Fate!
Chp 08, big project meneysa
"You're man enough to buy a man who doesn't have any magic talent." Ejek Olav's.
"So you want me to beat you up straight away." Said Bonar advancing to stop his members.
"Go ahead." Olav.
"You consider yourself great-ukh"
Buk up!
Just now Bonar wanted to advance but Olav's punch was lodged in his stomach with quite a great pain.
"Young master!" His friend immediately pocked his.
"Come on Erica." Olav said with Erica walking past Bonar and his gang.
"Damn you Olav, just wait I'll get back to you soon." Bonar.
"Come anytime." Ejek Olav's.
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The noble mansion of Villea
"From now on he will be my servant, grant him a wage equivalent to a second-rate knight." Said Olav to the butler of the mansion.
"Okay young master, I will tell Mr. Fergar immediately." Said the waiter.
"Is lunch ready?" Ask Olav.
"Already young master, I will immediately escort you to the young master's room." Said the waiter.
"No need, prepare for two people on the table." Olav said that he would eat with Erica.
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Dining table
"Hmm do you have Erica's family?" Asked Olav after swallowing his food.
"No, I am from the royal border and my family died while engaged in a war within the city." Answer Erica.
"Then you become a soldier to survive and pursue ranks to earn more money." Olav continues Erica's story.
"Yes, that's how it is." Erica said not to deny even though the truth is not entirely true.
"I'm done." Olav said his mouth after lunch.
"I am too." Erica said even though she didn't eat much.
"From now on you will stay here and accompany me wherever I go, food and all your necessities will be provided so you don't have to bother." Said Olav walking back to his room.
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The next day Olav returns to Gilbert's shop to re-learn blacksmithing techniques and weapon-making, of course Erica always followed him even though the truth is there is still a sense of annoyance in Erica's heart because this boy had ended his struggle but he still followed her because it was his only choice.
In addition, Erica also has a feeling that following Olav is not the wrong thing.
After his final week Olav can finish a normal sword of excellent quality even without any flaw in his crookedness or sharpness problem.
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"You learned too fast Olav." Said Gilbert looking at Olav's work.
"I want to learn the printing technique immediately because that's what I need." Olav.
"Then you have to finish all these iron plates into swords before you learn the printing technique." Gilbert.
"Uhhh even though my legs have been very painful continue to pedal for a week even my hands to numb because of the style of this stone's swipe." Olav said in a strange voice.
But Olav began to work quickly and managed to finish it within a day.
Gilbert then taught Olav how to forge printing, of course, the most important is the printing container, shape and quality depending on the way the blacksmith made his printing.
After making the printing, Olav then put iron into a closed furnace that only has a small chimney in order to maximize the temperature to melt the iron into liquid.
It took up to three hours although Olav had to keep swinging a special wheel to continue to give the wind to the furnace so that the temperature was getting hotter.
After the iron was made sure to melt, Olav immediately poured it into the printing press and had to wait a day to be completely perfect.
"After that you simply felt it using your hands with a small grindstone and finished." Gilbert.
"It turns out it's taking a long time." Olav.
"Not to mention you have to make the hilt." Added Gilbert.
"I'll make another print." Said Olav taking tools and making prints for the real weapon he was after a long time ago.
"okay." Gilbert.
With very high precision Olav formed a mold with a very careful heart, he intends to make a mold of a psitol of course only an example.
Many strange prints are formed by Kevin who all of them are tools or parts to make an ancient pistol used by the ingris people first is a type SG pistol.
"What does the young master want to do?" Asked Erica.
"Guns." Olav smiled.
"They're weird shapes." Erica.
"Look at tomorrow." Olav.
After painstakingly forming the mold, Olav then began heating the ingot to melt the iron ingot before spilling it on all the molds.
"Hoss for today enough tomorrow must be dry, old man please take care of my work." Olav said.
"okay!" Reply Gilbert.
The next day Olav came back with Erica.
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Gilbert Store
"What exactly do you make a boy, don't throw ingots." Gilbert.
"Let's just relax I'll show you a weapon that's lim century more sophisticated than any weapon in the world." Olav said he started unpacking the mold.
"Basin a big mouth." Gilbert was used to Olav's big talk.
"It just needs to be sanded." Olav said taking a variety of sandpaper and grindstones or hammers to make better jya.
After two hours of cleaning his end all the hard gun parts looked better and Olav was ready to put up his.
"Haha! Although the per and the bullet aren't there yet but I didn't expect to make it." Olav laughed loudly.
Olav starts putting up his but either he already guessed it or not yet.
Ting!
"Huh?"
Nah! Nah! Ting!
"Oi why are the sizes not the same!?" Yells Olav as he can't fit all the parts because of the size difference on the mold.
"Fuck?" Ask Gilbert.
"Like it is so." Erica.
Prangs! Ting!
"Damn! I'll fix it!" Shouted Olav again making prints with a very heart he also formed a lot so as not to continue repeating the exhausting Ingot that is very tiring.
'Ah she's excited again.' The inner Gilbert sometimes feels comforted by Olav's ever-exciting behavior when he reaches his failures or limits.
Every day Olav continued to experience failures and failures but he still assembled and made better and more perfect prints and his end almost a month later Olav completed his biggest project.
"Haha! From now on my name as the greatest killer will rise again!" Shouts of Olav arrive.