The Peerless Kobold - Chapter 65
I looked at it from the right and left angles and pointed it at a thin tree nearby that was about 8 centimeters in diameter
“Wafuh, wauuh, kuan.” (Hey Ax, come and cut that down.)
“Wauan, guruukuan…” (I knew you were going to call me for that…)
Yes, when it comes to felling trees, Ax is the only suitable choice.
Ax took the stone axe from me and walked up to the tree I specified and hacked it down with his expert hands.
“Wauaaann!!” (Heave-ho!!)
After he had cut the trunk of the tree considerably, he used his body weight to break it using the principle of leverage. Holding it with both arms after it broke, he twisted the trunk to sever it from the stump. This was an impressive feat for someone who had worked daily from dusk till dawn cutting trees to make a clearing for the plaza.
“Wafuh, gaoauooon?” (How is it? Do you think you can use it?)
“Wannm waon!!” (Yes, I can!!)
“I can’t understand what you guys are saying, but… I’m relieved that it doesn’t seem to have any problems.”
Grimer smiled as he received the stone axe from Ax when he returned.
He was pretty muscular for a Carpenter, but this cat-eared guy had an odd freshness to him…
While I was lost in thought, I heard the familiar tonk tonk tonk sound from earlier. I turned to see the floppy-eared kobold dexterously hammering away with the quartz to make a stone axe.
“Oh, that’s great, Mr. Droopy ears. Then, can you make five more of these?”
“Wau?” (What?)
The floppy-eared kobold stopped what he was doing and tilted his head. I pointed to his unfinished stone axe and bent all five fingers in my right hand. By the way, I learned from Ax that they also used the same hand signs and counting system that we had.
“Waon, gurua.” (Got it, Boss.)
The guy nodded and went back to work. After watching him go at it enthusiastically, I secretly named him Smith, but that name would be bestowed on him the next day…
“Now, we can’t dig the clay by hand, so let’s cut some logs to a suitable length and use it to dig up the soil…”
Barrack reached out to take the stone axe from Grimer and grabbed the end of the felled tree and lifted it up. Using the stump as a platform, he placed the part of the tree that he wanted to cut and swung the stone axe down.
“Ah, Barrack, while you’re at it, can you sharpen it to make wooden stakes?”
“Sure thing!!”
The Blacksmith used his skilled hands to dexterously shave off and sharpen the end of the log that he had cut into a reasonable length. Soon after, he had finished making a wooden stake.
“Kuruaaon, Gurua.” (They’re pretty skillful, aren’t they, Boss?)
“Waaon, kuan.” (They are, aren’t they, Big brother?)
“Gurua garuoh!” (Alright, let’s make them too!)
“Wafu!?” (EHH!?)
It was necessary for us to move and actively participate in what they were making too, as there would be no sense in just watching them make things for us. In that regard, Smith was a guy who had good prospects!
Barrack stopped making wooden stakes after several were finished, and gestured that he would be digging up clay. I then pointed at myself and then at the pile of logs nearby.
“Ah, you want to make it too? Go ahead.”
I accepted the proffered stone axe and began processing the wood. After a while, my other companions followed suit, and numerous wooden stakes were completed in no time. During that time, I also discovered that my sister Dagger was surprisingly skilled.
