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

"No, I'm sorry. I've messed up so much."

Alan and I finally get to work talking about calming down.

"What you asked for was a sword of specials and a regular purchase of weapons from our workshop."

"Yes, the current purchase routes can be purchased in large numbers and inexpensively, but high-quality weapons are hard to come by"

"The price conditions are also impeccable. Besides, if we can supply weapons to the forefront of the Demon King's Crusade, there will be foil on the fame of our workshop. By the way, one question..."

Alan began to dive into his voice for some reason as he embarked on a table for bickering.

"Will the weapons we have supplied still be misthrilled?"

"I'm going to, but what's the hurdle?

"Terrible! If I could, I'd buy it off in my workshop, decorate it in the hall and show it to the visitors! This is exactly what dreaming is about!

Looks like Alan's strange switch is on again.

Garnett is once again twisting his face back.

Nor will Alan ever dream that this terrible looking figure is a beautiful girl, not a beautiful boy.

Noir occasionally becomes like Alan in our employees, but if Garnett and Noir's horse don't fit, is there a cause around it?

"I'd like to try to process it in my workshop too... unfortunately I haven't gotten permission... or as one of the union members here at the blacksmith union, I'm not allowed to handle misrills!

Although the feeling is likely to be paralyzed by the way we treat it every day in the White Wolf store, Mithril is inherently a rare rare metal that even sees the real thing.

Mining on the ground is considered impossible and access routes are only discovered in very limited dungeons.

Because of its rarity, authorization from the Royal Palace is required at all stages of mining, processing and sale, to the point where the death penalty is imposed at its worst in the event of a violation.

This request is also a story that is limited to purchasing weapons only, and I have to do all the mythrilling on my side.

"... Kohon. Excuse me, let's get back to business. The terms of the transaction do not differ with this. We will send it to you as soon as it is complete, even if the specials are going to be packed."

Except for the occasional excitement and stalling of the conversation, the discussion of the deal continued to make good progress.

Eventually, the consultation on the purchase of weapons was over, and Alan brought up another topic as he tried to change places to prep for striking a bespoke sword.

"Mr. Luke is an old acquaintance of Mr. Travis, isn't he? I've heard stories about being a party member for a time."

"It was a long time ago. We've rarely seen each other in the last few years."

"It was probably during those years that I was an adventurer at Mr. Travis's. It wasn't a very long time."

Even now, I've never seen Alan face to face before.

Travis' party has a policy of actively accepting newcomers or encouraging independence, so the replacement of members is relatively intense.

As much as the current members didn't know my face, so even if Alan had never visited Travis in the period he belonged to, there was nothing else surprising about it.

"I was born in a family where I worked as a blacksmith for generations, and I rebelled against my parents telling me to take over the house and become an adventurer."

Alan began to talk about his past in order to connect the fields as he followed the blacksmith union building to the workshop.

The clouds in the sky are a little suspicious, but the rain just wants us to be patient until we get back to Green Hollow.

"But as I watched other adventurers entrust their lives to weapons to fight, I was made aware of the importance of making weapons. I decided to go back to my hometown of Tribrook and take over as a blacksmith."

"... you had a good experience"

"Yes. Everything was a difficult experience. You could experience with your own hands what kind of weapon an adventurer wants."

Garnett was walking a little silently behind me while Alan and I were having a conversation with each other near the border.

Would I have bored you a little?

When I thought so and looked back, I looked at this one and saw Garnett smiling at me.

Then Garnett instantly turned off her grin and looked out of her sight in a heartfelt mood.

"We're here. This is my workshop."

"Did you arrive sooner? I've been waiting a long time."

He was invited into Alan's blacksmith's workshop. No, Garnett took the folded paper out of his jacket's pocket and gave it to Alan.

Put the same engraving on your torso as this diagram.

"Is this... magical writing? You cannot accept requests for Magical Effect Grants (Enchants). I don't have that kind of skills."

"It would be enough if you just engraved me. Later, our wizard will use the engraving as a base to make effects."

"Well, then, no problem."

The content of the two exchanges was entirely first-ear.

Engraving? Wizard? What the hell is Garnett talking about?

"Hey, Garnett. A wizard. You mean a noir?

"There's no one else who can [make magic props] in Green Hollow. I asked him to make a sword when we talked about it. I'm trying to make it a very powerful weapon anyway."

Surprised. I was really surprised from the bottom of my heart.

I can't believe we had a friendly relationship with Noir to the extent that we would have done this directly.

Neither did Noir and Erica before they knew it, but the relationship between the White Wolf Shop faces is deepening even where I don't know it.

And at the same time, my chest hurts remembering what Garnett said the other day.

- You believe in noir. Let's just say I'm in charge of being suspicious and alert. You're more comfortable with each other.

I wasn't the only one who had a hard time doubting while I believed.

Garnett would have felt much easier if he could have doubted the noir in front of the building called 'It's a Role Sharing' too.

But Garnett checked my expression. No, he frowned and gently poked me in the chest.

"You're not being weird. Just that you don't choose the means to fulfill your role. If he's going to betray you, he's going to smash you in two from the brain whenever he wants, right?

"You... you don't have the skills to read minds or anything, do you?

"Baka, he said Temehe just looked palpable."

That's how the meeting to make Garnett's weapon progresses.

Length, shape and weight. Design every element to make it easier for Garnett to use.

Of course, [synthesis] with Mithril needed to be borne in mind, which seemed like a very difficult process, but seemed to be coming together unexpectedly and smoothly.

Naturally if you think about it.

Because Garnett is an 'expert in using weapons' called Knight, and Alan is an 'expert in making weapons' called Blacksmith.

By the time the meeting was boiling down, I noticed that I was hearing heavy rain from outside the blacksmith workshop.

Though I went to the front door to see how it was, what was there was a sight that was disgusting.

"Heavy rain at a time like this... I guess I'll stop by the time I get home..."

But my wish was also vain, and even when it was time for the meeting to end and I had to stand Tribrook, the rain legs didn't show as if they were going to weaken.

If I try to force myself home now, I'm going to continue to be hit by this heavy rain for the worst part of five hours.

"Garnett, what do we do?

"You can't help it. Don't we have to give up going back to Green Hollow by the end of the day?

"Right. I can't help it, find an inn."

We asked Alan where the nearest inn was, and then we drove all the way through the pouring rain.