Damn Elves and Damn Dwarves
Translated by mlzkzr
Edited by mlzkzr
Dwarves have been dealing with metals since ancient times, and therefore have a deep knowledge of the harmful effects of metals.
Hearing from me that the town of Garareto is suffering from mining poisoning, the damned dwarf master changed his complexion and immediately took action to take countermeasures.
The damn dwarf shishou is not the only dwarf who works in this country, the Kingdom of Ludria.
The dwarves have a strong influence on the kingdom’s blacksmith union, and their opinions reach even the king.
Of course, that would only happen after the Blacksmith Guild’s personnel were sent to the town of Garareto to conduct an investigation, but…… apparently, the shitty dwarf shishou is planning to come forward as the investigator himself.
I am told that no dwarf would listen to me seriously other than the fucking dwarf shishou.
……Yeah.
Well, that may be so.
My suspicion of it being mine poisoning at this stage is based on the situation I was told.
If the investigators from the blacksmith union were dwarves, there was no guarantee that they would listen to my story.
I have a feeling that I could get along with the other dwarves if we drank, hit each other, and talked about blacksmithing, but I don’t have time for that right now.
On that note, if the damn dwarf shishou can make a move, he can take care of all the political issues related to mineral poisoning.
My role would be to calm the water spirit and then work on decontamination by identifying the contaminated areas by moving soil and water.
If there was a problem, I couldn’t help but think that if the damn dwarf master wasn’t there, the blacksmith shop would have to be closed down completely, but…… the aunt employees laughed and were understanding.
If the problems in the town of Garareto were to grow and the mine was to be closed, the value of the metal resources would undoubtedly rise.
On the contrary, if the story spreads, there may be strong opposition to the development of any new mines that are found in the future.
Therefore, the girls accepted our leave of absence, saying that as long as they work at the blacksmith shop, they are by no means strangers to the business.
I head for the town of Gararetp with Martena, whose face is turning white as she realizes that the situation is more serious than she thought.
I will be leaving Vistcoat with him fucking dwarf shishou, but he will first head to the Royal Capital to move the blacksmiths’ union and then come to the town of Gararet.
The distance from the town of Vistkort to Gararet would take two weeks, even with a horse-drawn carriage.
The journey is not always safe, and sometimes bandits or monsters may attack, but of course, the passenger carriages that operate as a regular service are well escorted.
Also, it is said that there are not many thieves who go out of their way to attack carriages because they only carry people and are therefore less profitable than merchants who carry their goods.
Therefore, the carriage reaches the town of Gararet without much issues, except for the monsters that attack it from time to time.
If there was a problem, yes, it would be that I became nauseated in the carriage.
The erratic vibrations of the horse-drawn carriages on the road greatly disturbed and deranged my sense of equilibrium.
Come to think of it, I remember that in my previous life, I had carsickness.
As for Martena, she was relieved to be able to take me out as support, and her face was much calmer than when she had just returned to the town of Vistkort.
I think it’s a little unfair.
Well, we arrived at the town of Garareto, but we didn’t take our time and left the town immediately.
The White Lake, including Martena, has yet to fulfill the request they accepted in the town of Garareto, and above all, it would be better to leave the town side issues to the fucking dwarf shishou and the blacksmith union than to make a bad move on their part.
As an elf, I was inevitably conspicuous in the town, so I accepted to sneak around, even though it was not in my nature to do so.
Our destination is the home of the water spirits which was upstream from the river where the pollution damage was happening.
…… Martena leads us along the river.
At first glance, the water flowing through the river still looks normal, but the plants growing around it are screaming in pain and dying.
No, the plants with low metal tolerance are already dead and no longer even raise their voices.
Is the drainage water from the mine still being discharged directly into the river?
I choose to live in the town rather than in the woods, and although I am undeniably a shitty elf in the eyes of normal elves and high elves, I still find the sight of this abhorrent.
If the water spirits are going to destroy the town of Gararet, I would even rather that they do so.
But I knew.
Many of the mine workers have no idea that the wastewater they discharge pollutes the river, and that it ends up in the food chain, killing not only themselves but also their own children.
Many people who live in the town are just working hard to survive, and they are not evil enough to be destroyed and killed.
With the knowledge of my previous life, and with the time I spent living in the town of Vistkort in this life, I have seen humans.
Hence, I will stop the water spirits.
The town of Gararet, its lords, and its mines will surely be taken care of by my friend and mentor, that fucking dwarf.
I am a high elf living in a human’s world, and I do what only a shitty elf can do.
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