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

It's been a long time since I've even written to my parents in my hometown - such a whim came to mind unexpectedly.

I'm not sure how.

Daimyo, is it because you had a conversation with Sakura about "won't you even return home"?

I was born and raised in a small village near a forest area called the White Wolf Forest.

Even if asked what village it was, I honestly have trouble responding.

It was a village that was truly unusual and uncharacteristic.

Or so it doesn't mean I don't like my hometown.

The only reason I didn't return for the entire fifteen years since I left the village, or I didn't get in touch with you, is because I couldn't make it as an adventurer but I didn't have a face to match.

My mother, who was born into a house like that called a local famous man, and my father, who fit in the seat of the village chief in the form of a son-in-law into that house.

I'm sure the two of you wanted me to take over the position of village chief.

But I admired the adventurer, and when I was fifteen, I pushed off the opposite and ran away from my hometown.

Well, now that I think about it, I'm a pretty unfaithful person.

Did the desire to be an adventurer get in the way, because my parents didn't get any skills from the gods they believed in and didn't send one letter at the end of the sentence for fifteen years.

"Though I said... I knew it would be difficult..."

Even bothering my head with the blank paper in front of me never even comes up with a writing out.

In the meantime, should we be thorough with the status report this time?

"Status report...... hmmm......"

The reason my life changed would still have been truncated by the Brave Party and left behind in The Millennium Corridor of the A-Rank Dungeon.

While trying to escape in a madness of death, [repair] skills evolved unprecedented and I was able to return safely to the ground.

And I opened an arms store in Green Hollow Town, okay, but what I was waiting for was a charge of betraying a brave man, a charge of misrill trafficking, and something that wasn't even a rock job.

If you manage to prove your innocence, now more dragons emerge from the basement than the 'Millennial Corridor of Nara', or a mayhem when it turns out there's a direct route to the vicinity of Demon King Castle near Green Hollow.

Though confused by declaring that he would call an A-rank adventurer he knew, things developed to a level where the Royal Palace moved and fortress architecture began to wage war with the Demon King's Army.

I was supposed to help with fortress architecture as well - but I was the wingman fighting a brave man who had been transformed into a dragon man by the Demon King.

"You're going to be working with the Knights in earnest from there... so you can't write this in a letter to your parents. What's the report?"

Since then, the subject has remained out of the question.

It's even suspicious to tell the outsiders that he stuck his neck in a battle over a position under construction and confronted an executive of the Demon King's Army, or that he engaged a member of a brave party who fell back on the Demon Clan.

I still can't keep you posted.

No matter how I get up, the first letter I've sent in fifteen years becomes just a suspicious document.

"Do you just write that you hide all your troubles and normally do weapons stores...? You know what they're talking about..."

Try to write it down with its contents, and stop.

All I could think of was the young opposite sex somehow.

Nothing, I only relate to the opposite sex in Green Hollow, that's not why I refuse.

Ninety percent of the opponents I deal with in Knights tangled work are same-sex, and the majority of men know the faces of high-ranking adventurers I've called in.

However, when you become a close opponent who can be mentioned on a topic that is unimpeded, you are only coincidentally biased in gender.

"... that's going to be a weird misunderstanding. What are you doing out of the village like that?"

I'm totally stuck.

I gave up writing up the letter now, folded the paper and pushed it into the drawer.

You don't have to hurry. All you have to do is come up with the content and then write it.

I just left my room and went back to my living room, and Garnett, who finished cleaning up after lunch, spoke to me.

"It's the day that the Adventurer Alliance sends him. Shouldn't it be time to go to the guild house?"

"Right. We can wait in the tavern even if we haven't arrived yet."

We decide to leave the closed shop and head to the Guildhouse in Greenhollow Town.

The labor shortage at the White Wolf store was considerably alleviated by the addition of Noir and Erica, but I still feel a little short after that.

Daily sales would also be considerably easier if the personnel the Adventurer Guild promised to dispatch arrived.

"So, what kind of person can you send from your guild?

"Actually, I don't know yet."

"Huh? It's been so long since then. What do you mean you didn't tell me?"

Garnett raised her voice in surprise as she walked next to me.

Sure, it's a response to outrageous stuff if it's normal, but this time I had to think I had no choice either.

"The first candidate was provisioned early on, but he fell ill in the earthen pit and canceled. Took me a long time to pick a second one. Yeah, the guy on the verge of a decision quits on the way. Hurry up and find a third candidate and leave abruptly..."

"You're stuck cutting feathers, Adventurer Guild."

Garnett flaunting her shoulders with a squeaky face.

"I don't have a choice. Normally, adventurers have their own adventures at their top. The only candidate we send is a guy who's retired or closed, and that's mostly because he wants to go back to his hometown, so the candidate himself is low."

Honestly, the guy who agrees to be sent to our store falls into the minority category.

If it were possible, it would be about the guy who, although he could no longer continue to be an adventurer for physical reasons, would still want to be at the forefront of the adventurer industry.

For a guy like that, the White Wolf Shop, the closest store to The Demon King's Castle Realm, should look fascinating.

In fact, the first candidate was.

He was an acquaintance of mine and continued to be an adventurer while fighting sickness, but he was finally advised to retire by a doctor.

Therefore, although he had hoped that at least he would be able to contribute to the exploration of the "Demon King's Castle area", he was to desist from a sudden deterioration of his medical condition.

"(I guess this kind of topic just makes you care if you talk to Garnett)"

Eventually we arrive at the destination tavern and guild house.

When Marida, the billboard daughter, noticed our visit, she floated her usual fancy sales smile and showed the table in one corner.

"Welcome, Mr. Luke. Customers will be waiting over there."

It was one young woman sitting at the table.

A look that the men wouldn't leave alone if properly dressed, but with a look unrelated to the colour and spills that I have to say adventurers from now on, a style that has ruined everything in a grand way.

And a box-shaped metalwork that resembles a coffin erected against a wall, which the men of the tavern seem to be the biggest cause of unspoken.

I leaked my voice to hold my face with my hand and squeeze out.

"It's you, Alexia..."

"Ah! Mr. Luke, this way, this way!

Alexia, the woman adventurer, waved at me out loud, not even in the morning.

I figured out how to get this guy home, with all the attention from the pub guests.