The next day, I decided to rent a warehouse behind my goal for a week in the name of a temporary luggage storage area.
The procedure shall be carried out by Mr Franz. Fake name, of course.
Mr. Franz keeps an eye on his goal with his body of working in the warehouse.
We are open in Free City, as we were until yesterday. Sales also remain normal.
You got that rating there in the first two days, or there's a fix bringing in.
"I wasn't there yesterday, so I thought I'd do something about it. I'm glad you're here today.
Some customers say that. I'm happy as a blacksmith, but it's not complicated given the situation now and beyond.
Camilo seems like a pretty good seller too, but is it in the same mood as me for a face that doesn't float a bit?
"And that's a lot of repairs.
I speak to Camilo as I slap the sword I have deposited on the gold floor.
"Right. This much repaired sword means that maybe..."
Camilo clouds his reply en route. When I say that I need a lot of weapons and can't talk to you very much, I can only think of one thing.
"Is that it?
"Oh."
It is also convincing that weapons are needed in large quantities if we consider the decision of the revolution to be close.
The city is a commercial city, but on the contrary, it is also a place where large amounts of money and things are gathered.
Replenishment would be advantageous if you put it there, or vice versa, it would be easier to tighten the supply on the imperial side.
If all you have to do is stop supplying the Empire, you don't need to completely control anything. All you have to do is cause confusion and cause dysfunction.
That being said, however, it is a fairly large city, so there will be a certain number of people.
It seems that the person requesting the repair has nothing in common, but it is also convincing to assume that people of various positions need it.
I can only think of one cause of the need for people of all positions at the same time in my current state.
"Sounds like you should be a little careful.
"Right.
That's what I said and Camilo and I went back to work.
After all, there was nothing like Mr. Franz rushing in during business hours.
That night, the next night, there were three of us talking about breaking in and deciding, and I went back to my room.
That's how you sleep, the door to the room is dong-dong-dong! And he slaps me hard, and I jump up.
"Who!
"It's me!
Who answered what voice was Camilo. I open the door in a hurry.
"What's up?
"Can't you hear me? It's happening!
I was asleep and it was moving and I didn't notice, but if I clear my ears, the sound of cancuns and bells is ringing.
Right, here we go? I was in a hurry to get ready to go outside and the three of us jumped out of the inn.