The children roared as Carrot rose from the coachman’s seat and crossed his arms.
“It’s Carrot! and! Carrot is here!”
“Ugh! Wipe your runny nose and go! Why are the kids so messy! Come here!”
“Kyahahahahaha!”
“Blow your nose! Have fun! joy!”
“Huh!”
Arriving at the village, Carrot, who got off the carriage and saw the children, was frightened and wiped his face with a towel while the adults walked out.
“crank!”
“Chief.”
“Did you come sooner than expected?”
“I’m glad then. Where is Bomba?”
The village chief ordered a village youth to call Bomba, who had gone out on patrol. In the midst of this, Carrot started a business with the villagers.
“ruler! pick! pick! it’s cheap! cheap!”
All that was laid out on the stalls that Carrot had laid out were small daily necessities such as combs, razors, and soap, as well as household medicines, but they were sold out in an instant.
“But I received it in kind, not money, so most of the payment for this is potatoes or wild fruits.”
Crank, who had picked up and touched the pile of potatoes in the cart, turned the pitch.
“The harvest isn’t very good.”
“It seems like the time has come to move the site.”
At the words of the old people, Crank turned to the villagers. Men were in short supply compared to children and women. Since it is a pioneer village where there is no tax and no protection, there is naturally a lot of competition for survival with monsters, but it was natural that the young men died every time.
“I brought you!”
Just then, the automaton Bomba arrived. Carrot raised her hands and was happy.
“Oh oh! Bomba! We’re here to fix you!”
The automaton stood upright in front of them, with its brittle hands and feet wrapped in old cloth and leather and wearing a worn-out cloak. Although it was a 100-year-old old automaton, the outer outline of the body and the shape of the mask were very elegant.
So it looked like a man with metallic skin.
“In the beginning, there was no soft skin technology. That’s why they said they made the body molding as close to the human body as possible. So at this time, especially the automatons made in Izelia, which is called the country of art, are called walking art statues. Moreover, since the Aegstar family pursued high performance, special attention was paid to the internal driving part…!”
“…What are you muttering to yourself right now?”
Bomba, who had come closer, saw the two of them and bowed his head in greeting. Crank saw that action and nodded. The elders of the village, including the village headman, said while stroking the automaton bomba.
“But you don’t know how helpful it is to have this child.”
“This is a difficult place for people to live.”
After speaking, Crank invited Bomba to the empty house he had prepared in advance with a gesture.
After closing the door, Carrot threw off her cumbersome clothes in the room and found a statue of a goddess exposing her beautiful body and a crank lying prostrate in front of it as if in worship.
“what are you doing right now?”
“huh?”
Fortunately, Crank was just sketching out the Bomba’s appearance. Carrot let out a sigh of relief as he made sure his master didn’t seem that crazy.
“Carrot, prepare the tools. Let’s start right away. Bomba, lay down in bed and turn off the power.”
Carrot, who had finished preparing the tools on the table, approached Crank, who was starting to work, and looked down at Bomba lying on the bed. It is said that about a year ago, village children found it while wandering around the nearby mountains. He was half-buried in the soil and suddenly started moving when he saw the children.
It is said that the name was roughly given by the village children. Since then, he has been faithfully fulfilling security duties in his own way, staying in the village and clearing out monsters.
“I was surprised when he suddenly showed up while camping. To meet people in a village that is not even on the map in the middle of the night.”
“that’s right. It did. hmm? Oh my God, I made my shoulders drive directly with the mana motor. Technology from 100 years ago amazes me!”
“Oh, my master is excited, by the way, how are you going to pay for the parts? People here don’t seem to have that much money.”
After stopping and thinking for a moment, Crank turned around and went out the door. He requested a meeting with the village chief.
After a short talk with Crank, the village chief called the people together and started a village meeting. The horse gathered to listen to the words of the conference paper crank.
Even though he was sitting on the log, Crank’s body was said to be big. The villagers quietly listened to Crank’s words.
“My joints are completely broken. Repairs will cost a lot. Could you cover the cost?”
“Oh, how much?”
“Only parts are 500,000 Leeds.”
Since it was a poor village, everyone seemed worried. But the village chief’s will was firm.
“How comfortable we are thanks to that child. I’ll collect them bit by bit.”
Crank, who was looking at them quietly, added.
“That’s an estimate of one broken shoulder. Sooner or later, problems on the other side will arise too. It’s a strange situation for Bomba to move now. You never know when to shut down. In my personal opinion, I think I should take this opportunity to do a full body overhaul.”
“How much does that cost?”
“I brought 6 million lease worth of parts.”
Everyone looked at the crank without answering.
Bomba, who was on the night patrol, brought him to the village at midnight to establish a relationship with this big customer. To the extent that even those who chose to live a harsh life avoiding people because they lived only by being deceived feel that they want to believe in this giant one last time.
“6 million liz, can you pay?”
“It’s a lot of money that we can’t pay right away in our village. Is there any other way?”
Crank, with his arms folded, was silent for a moment. Intentional silence, the villagers’ eyes are pitiful.
That’s because the town’s defense is dependent on a broken automaton.
“Then I will pay you in kind. Eight million liz worth of potatoes.”
“what···?”
“Go, can I take it as a potato?”
“No wait! They said it was 6 million!”
Crank turned his head.
“Parts cost 600 including assembly cost. If not, would you like to repair the automaton that boasts a surgical level of assembly difficulty yourself?”
People shut up. The village chief said forcefully.
“How grateful I am to be able to pay for repairs in kind! With that child, we don’t have to be afraid of the night! Crank please, please do so.”
Crank rose from his seat.
“Potatoes are the best for each harvest season, and if you send me a letter, I will come and see you.”
Everyone looked a bit bewildered at this embarrassing deal that paid for in kind and in long-term installments. The village chief, who received the promise in advance, was very grateful to Crank.
Crank, tired from talking, went back into the house.
“Whoa…! This one is more tiring.”
“okay! I can see the owner now. I suddenly remembered someone telling me that if an adventurer doesn’t take drugs, doesn’t drink, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t fall for women, he must have at least one deviant hobby that will make up for it all.”
Crank laughed at Carrot’s bony point.
“That makes sense.”
This time Carrot laughed.
Crank started working right away. Bomba’s entire body was disassembled, joints, ligaments, muscles, and mana motors were replaced, and the missing parts were extracted from the automata loaded on the wagon and processed and used.
“Carrot. How about some bomba?”
“Crank is working. I have to go patrol now. Please make something to eat in moderation and put it in the house. don’t talk Because I am completely focused.”
The woman who was talking with Carrot nodded.
“I didn’t expect Crank to be so serious. The same goes for accepting the repair payment in potatoes.”
Suddenly, Carrot hatched an axe and laughed sharply. The cute little devil seemed to be laughing wryly.
“Kehehehehe! Madame. Crank is no fool. He said he did it because it benefited him.”
“Um, so?”
“sure! I’m going on patrol! If anything happens, raise a flare!”
As Carrot ran, people in the neighborhood waved and saw off.
While talking, the woman muttered as she watched the red sunset.
“If the person who offers to accept 8 million liz as tasteless potatoes is not an idiot, what is?”
Crank, who was working on it, felt the door open slightly and looked back. In front of the door was a pot of potato stew with a rich buttery aroma.
After five days of sleeping and staying up all night at the same time, Crank, who had finally completed the bomba through numerous trials and errors, passed out on the bed, hugging a large amount of papers describing its unique internal structure and work.
Kiyi…
The door opened, and Automaton Bomba, wearing a white heat-dissipating wig and wearing an Mk-1 combat uniform for the Argon Women’s Association/fortified humans, exclusive boots, and gloves, appeared in front of everyone.
“Ohhh!”
“Bo, is it Bomba?”
“awesome!”
“Pretty!”
“As expected, Crank!”
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