My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

We'll kick the puppets out of the building and keep exploring as quickly as possible.

The first, second, and third floors - not all floors had sources of information, and there were places that could only be described as empty, but they never stopped.

Fighting sounds are not heard only from the inside of the building.

The sounds of battles being fought elsewhere echo like thunderbolts from afar.

Just outside the window passing by, an explosion occurred in a building the size of this building, and debris fell into view.

"(Combat troops also moved in earnest. The battle is finally on.)"

He then rushes up the big stairs in the middle of the building and once meets Sir Carmine's team before him, he calls out to easily share the results of his current exploration.

"Sir Carmine. Did you find anything?"

"... ahh. I feel like I finally got hit."

A large hall lined with bookshelves.

The front of the Knights Silver Wings pulled a bunch of materials from one end of the hall and then spread out to the large table in the middle of the hall.

I can't help but admire how criminal investigations work.

Sir Carmine took a bunch of them and opened his eyes with a serious look.

"It's a waste of a minute and a second. Let's be brief. I found out why Agart Lam was doing misery on the ground."

"......! It's true."

"Really, brother!

Garnett, who remains integrated with the beast Scor's factor, pulls herself together from the side to interrupt.

The amount of heat absorbed seems to have been exhausted, and the residue of burning heat feels a little hot.

The ears of the beast from the head and the tail of the beast that moves violently with excitement come into contact with the body, and the focus is about to be sharpened.

"What we found here was so-called finance... accounting materials. How much money you've earned and spent on the ground... over the years, huge amounts of money have been in and out of the mess."

Sir Carmine knocked the bundle of documents on the back of his hand and put it back on the table vigorously.

Rather than the joy of grasping the evidence, the resentment towards the truth... it was the expression that felt closer to the (...) lu (...).

"The metal with its special power, Mithrill, was in the dark. I thought there was some sort of scheme involving Mythrills... but there was no such thing."

"... my brother..."

"What Agart Ram sells is Mi (…) s (…) li (…) l (…) s (…) s (…) s (…) s (…) s (…) s (…) s (…). They only chose smuggling as a means of making efficient rough money in order to serve a purpose unrelated to Mithrill on the ground."

The facts turned out to be much simpler and clearer than Sir Carmine and the Silver Wings thought.

The only reason they were smuggling Mithrills was to make money.

I wasn't leaping on the ground to distribute mythrills, I was distributing mythrills to leap on the ground.

Assuming that they sold more on the ground than Mithrills, and had the resources they possessed in large quantities, they would have sold you instead of Mithrills - the material seized by the Silver Knights contained enough information to be sure of that.

"... hey, all I want is the money on the ground, and I just wanted it because I had a lot of Mithrills with me. If you open the lid, it's a snake. No... I'm just a human being, so that might have been natural."

Garnett throws up in disgust.

She must have felt uncomfortable because she was told that her mother had been killed for nothing but financial gain.

"Garnett... Sir Carmine. What matters is what were you up to with that money. There must have been a reason for that."

"I hope so. Currently, it's just the expense materials used for backwork, so please analyze which application is the real one...."

"I know what Agart Lamb was after."

All of a sudden, a voice from outside the hall is thrown at none of us.

Not only me, Garnett, and Lord Carmine, but all the knights in the hall are looking at you.

Standing there were Ambrose, a member of the White Wolf Regiment, and Noir and Hild, all wearing clothes that covered their bodies.

As far as Noir and Hild are concerned, they must have rushed this far, but Ambrose's breath hasn't run out at all.

"The hidden doors we found were magically sealed and difficult, but thanks to them we were able to unlock them quickly. For example, tell the two of them and the white woman downstairs who's hungry."

"... Ambrose, what the hell did you find?"

"Yield (...) Li (...) t (...) - That's what it should be expressed."

Ambrose handed me a catalogue of several documents.

"Written in the language of ancient magical civilization, I think it can only be read by Sir Hilde or the elves, but the 'right eye' may be able to decipher it."

"Sure, I think I can read it... but what's the list of names? They're all like natural nouns... hold on, this isn't happening."

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

Muscle, Dagon. Thunderbird. Giltable. Vukub Kaxi. Fenryl Fragment A. Fenryl Fragment B. Jormungand. hel.

Various names, including those you have seen or heard of before, are listed and accompanied by various proviso.

--Recovered.

- Fragment 70% recovered.

--Not found.

No matter how little detail was written, it was too easy to figure out who it was.

"Medallions... did AGART RUM collect the remains of the Medallions scattered all over the ground...!