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

Travis has slipped through the gap in the chair where his fellow adventurer is sitting as he moves his long body cramped.

"I heard you, Luke! I hear you've moved from an adventurer to an arms dealer! You smell like water without consultation!

He gets his shoulders hugged with his thick arms and rocks as much as he wants.

It's just like King Alfred if you're just a big, bent adventurer, but it's more like a lion to His Majesty, and this one's kind of like a big dog.

It's also the kind of thing that plays with no one in sight.

"Boss. Who is that person?

"He's a friend who started an adventurer at the same time as me. They're running weapons stores in this town right now."

"Ah! Me, I've heard of you! You're the one who even sells misrill swords!

Travis' people make a loud noise.

One of them brings an empty chair and Travis tries to sit me down on it.

Apparently, he wants to tell us to have dinner with ourselves.

It's a Travis-like way of welcoming you, but I have an appointment today, so I'm sorry, but I refuse.

Pull your head away from your muscular arms and step back about a few steps while fixing your messy hair to a large mess.

"Sorry, I'm here with the others today."

"Then you can call them too!

"Uh... no..."

Just in time, Sylvia came to get me.

"Mr. Luke. Everyone's already in their seats. We're both making a scene about wanting some meat soon, and come quickly."

The next moment, Travis jumped away with the kind of momentum that had been blown behind him.

Yeah, I knew this guy wasn't any different than he used to be.

I find myself stunned by the same excessive reactions.

"You don't have to worry about it. This guy doesn't like women."

"To, to... something you don't like! I just don't know how to handle it! Touch me badly, and I'll break it!

"I say I'm not good at that. Party members seem to be just men, as usual, and now you're not at all willing to overcome them?

This man, as of fifteen years before we first met, was like this.

The subtle excuse is the same as before if you touched it badly.

The old lady in need carries it on her back fine, even though she says she finds out it's only a young lady's bad consciousness.

"I'll be there in a minute, so I like it first. Just order it. You can ask for meat or anything."

"Really? Okay."

Sending Sylvia back to the table first, Travis sneaked back to her original place.

"Phew... Luke, what the hell is your relationship with that girl...?

"She's the daughter of Spring Young Leaf Pavilion. I wanted to thank you for taking care of me at work."

"That's how you spoke up... you've only had great guts for a long time..."

"Don't say that in a misleading way."

There's a strange mix of respect for the gaze from your party members.

Absolutely, you're the owner of a technique to give a girl a voice, or a gaze with a mixed interpretation of that.

"Well, we're going now. I own a shop outside of town called the White Wolf Shop, so if you have time, take a peek."

"Whoa, yeah! I almost forgot the key thing."

Travis fists his palm.

"Give my gauntlet a misrill coating. Of course I'm asking you as an arms dealer."

"... is the surface all you need?

"Oh, I just want to make it easier on you."

"I'm turning off my misrills now. I'll get it on the next holiday, so you can move on to work later, okay?

"Of course I don't mind. Nice to meet you."

Party members raise their voices in excitement.

Mithrills are a treasure even for high ranking adventurers.

If our boss were to acquire a weapon that uses a mythrill, he would naturally want to get excited and make a scene.

Turning his back on the men trying to place additional orders for liquor just because it was a banquet, the arrowheads trying to rendezvous with Sylvia and the others, the adventurers who were at the table just a little further apart, took their seats in large measure.

A slender, darkened man to his hat carrying two tightly sealed spears with a cloth stained with spells.

- Dustin.

"I let you read the letter. Something useful about boring connections."

Dustin with two spears.

Just like Travis at Black Sword Mountain, one of the high-ranking adventurers I spoke to.

Dustin took no further interest in me and tried to walk past the side and walk away.

But Travis stands in front of him.

"That was a good hobby greeting, Dustin."

"... I'm sorry, could you please leave there? I don't have as much time to talk to people as I did with my brain."

Travis took control of his friends, angrily trying to get up, in a calm manner.

Dustin's words were full of evil, but I don't feel malice from the attitude itself.

It's more apathetic enough to feel like you're watching a ghost.

I don't have a hegemony in my voice or in my behavior, and it even seems to me that it evaporates and disappears into a gap I've taken my eyes off.

Travis feels it, too, and seems to respond calmly without receiving the evil as it is.

"Me and Luke haven't changed for a long time, but you've changed. It's like someone else."

"It makes a difference. I'm dying like no other right now."

And Dustin pushed Travis away and tried to walk away, stopping inadvertently and looking back at me.

"Glad to hear it, Luke. You finally took my advice, didn't you? You should quit the adventurer, you'll lose your life one day if you stay like this - that's what I told you before, isn't it?

"... I totally forgot. I remember now."

I tried to give it back sarcastically, but Dustin's reaction was still thin.

Neither me nor Travis were going to stop Dustin from walking away this time.

"Hey, Luke. I mean, seeing a guy who's partied a few times, even though he's done it... doesn't make me feel good about boulders."

"I agree. But that's our problem. We have to make sure the others don't care."

"It's easy for me to say things that are difficult."

I didn't say it was easy.

Say goodbye to Travis again, breathe well, and then head to the table where Sylvia and the others are waiting.

The past is the past, now is the present.

We can't afford to worry too much about everyone.