Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Thank Chris, I was coming back to the room where I left my stuff.

But what's different from going is that Chris followed me. For some reason, he didn't grab the edge of my clothes and let it go, and he followed me.

I've been following something else, and there's nothing wrong with it, though...

"Chris, what's up?

"Oh, my goodness, I'm sorry."

"Dangerous?"

"Munch, munch"

……

Well, you can't deny it.

I don't have a hobby that hurts me any more because I've accomplished my purpose. Still, I guess that means you've been following me around worrying.

Let's take that care honestly and gratefully.

"Well, I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

"Chris, I'm looking."

"... Oh, yeah. Okay."

Apparently, I don't have any credit from Chris.

Well, nothing. I don't have enough problems for Chris to see me. It's not that big of a deal.

Luggage taken home from the college, still loaded on the edge of the room - fish in it and take out what you need.

"... there was"

"What, it"

"This is a breast bowl. Tools for crushing medicinal herbs and stuff"

"Shrimp, the one"

Koten, and Chris tilt his neck.

Breast bowl - well, it's like a pretty small rind bowl. It is a tool capable of finely crushing the medicinal herbs put inside, using a breast bowl and a breast stick made of ceramic.

Though what I'm about to do is different.

It's ceramic, and it's just a choice because of its heat resistant properties.

I put a cut pinky in my breast bowl.

"Yubi, shredding,?

"No, I'm not. Only, the breast bowl just wanted a vessel. Make this a bone now."

"Sprouts?"

"That sort of thing"

If it stays catalyzed, it becomes a second stage of creation (creature)/corrupt soldier (zombie). And I don't think I want rotten corpses, no matter how much labor. I mean, they're using my fingers, so they make me rotten. I really don't like that stuff.

So cook the meat first. Burn it, drop it, just bone it.

"Heat dissipation (heat)"

Let Mana have the 'nature of releasing heat' and limit its coordinates to 'in the breast bowl'. And then knit the magic so you can do it permanently.

And as my magic shredded a little bit, I developed a strong fever in my breast bowl.

"Sashima"

"Yeah."

"Chris, sprouts?

"If Chris does it, don't do it because it's going to burn to the bone"

It's about Chris, so I feel like I'm about to melt it to the bone with the heat of flying power.

All I have to do is scrape off the meat around me. To do this, it is the right way to give a certain amount of heat for a long time.

Look, that's it. When the meat is cooked carefully, it can be removed from the bone. That sort of thing.

But the problem is.

"... hmm"

"Odor, Odor"

"Yes, what the..."

Whether it's my fingers or not, what's there is meat.

Unexpectedly, I almost swallowed your spit. My stomach, stimulated by the smell of burning meat, makes a gu noise. I've only eaten dried meat since morning, and the smell is torture.

Why should I think my fingers smell delicious when I can cook them?

"... Chris"

"Yes."

"Something, make me a meal"

"It's hard to hope, it's the only way"

"... Later, let's go shopping together. Bring me some dried meat."

"Yes."

I'm tired of eating dried meat, but it would be better than nothing.

I would rather have meat, so even dried meat could be eaten better than before. Or would it taste better if I put a little heat through it with this heat dissipation (heat)?

After a while, I keep exothermic (heat), even as Chris cheeks on the dried meat he brings.

"It's gone, it's gone"

"Oh. The meat is carbide."

"Gone, of"

"The meat that's been carbide is now ashed by heat. So all that's left is bone."

"Smell, don't"

How long have I been running magic like that?

Along the way, Chris seemed bored. Huh, and he was lacking. Speaking of which, does Chris sleep even though he's undead? I fell asleep last night, and when I woke up, I had Chris in front of me, so I don't know if this guy slept or not.

If I were to go to bed, I might have to change my perception of the existence of the undead.

"All right... it's time, okay"

"Ouch?

"Oh...... but you can't touch it yet. Wait a little longer until the heat leaves naturally"

"Yes."

The breast bowl will probably have a fever.

And my fingertips, shredded off meat in it and turned into five bones, are still a little red. Three bones at the fingertips, at the root and in the middle, two bones, each indirect part.

For being too small, the consumption of magic may be intense. But that's within our expectations. I made cows out of just one cow bone, and the magic I consumed is a tenth of my total. I'm going to make humans out of bones this size, so it's pretty much the same as a ratio.

"All right, then..."

Come on, we can finally make a skeleton of human bones.

That's what I meant. What reached my ear was the doorway of the mansion - the sound of a door knocker being knocked on with an apple.

"... hmm?

I'll be back in this mansion in about ten days.

But I haven't had anyone visit me in the last ten days. So much so that I wonder if it really is an aristocratic mansion.

Unexpectedly I look Chris in the eye, and then I get up.

"Sashima"

"Oh."

"Mr. O'Geek?

"Maybe... Chris, give me a minute"

"Ooh, dashi?

"You don't have to. And no tea leaves."

The only thing in the kitchen was the salting of dried meat and vegetables. There was nothing else brilliantly.

This means that we can only do enough to provide well water, but it would be more rude to let it out if that were the case.

Besides, Chris' pointy ears look round. Even people who don't know anything will notice at first glance that Chris is an Art. To that end, I was going to put on a hood for shopping.

Exactly, I don't want rumors of extinct arves in the mansion to be flushed.

"I'm coming out alone. Chris... right, stay in the kitchen."

"Yes."

Who the hell came - thinking so, head to the front door of the mansion.

Unlock the door and open it slowly.

"Yes, whichever way -"

"Excuse me. Is it Master Gin Fleetberg?

"Yeah..."

It was a well-dressed gentleman in front of me.

At the very least, he is a somewhat magnificent man dressed in expensive clothes that he would not be able to buy in our finances. He has long gray hair with crossed gray hair behind him and grows only a little mustache under his nose.

Such a gentleman thanked me.

"This time, he said, he has inherited a new lord. I congratulate you with all my heart."

"Yeah, yeah, thank you"

"Yeah. So I was hoping you could come with me for a little while..."

"Where, is?

It's frigid. That's my first impression of a man.

But the man smiled.

Such a frigid odor and so much so that it disappears.

It's the House of the People's Congress.

Extremely, I have returned a genuine answer.