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

"Come on, come on, we have a story to build up with each other, but let's sit down and talk about it first."

Should we turn back here first?

But rejecting without even talking can be an injustice to an intermediated Adventurer Guild.

In the meantime, I'm going to rethink listening to you for as long as I can, and I'm going to sit down in the seat across from Alexia with Garnett.

"Has it just been about a year since I last saw you? And the boy over there, by the way?

"It's our employee's garnet."

You conveyed my backward emotions, and Garnett is also turning his alert caged eyes to Alexia.

"You, I seem to know the manager, what the hell does that have to do with anything?

"Are you the manager? Oh, Luke, you mean you. As a matter of fact, Luke, you're my first person."

"Ah?"

Garnett stares at Guillaume and Alexia.

"The first person to throw a party, yeah. Don't say that in a misleading way."

There was going to be a reputational damage that was too serious, so pinch the correction.

I honestly don't quite understand Alexia's thought circuit, whether it was meant to be a joke or a vegan statement.

"Technically, it was. Then I'll change it. I say Alexia in a multi-tiered city. The Adventurer Rank is C-Rank, and that's what Luke took care of you when you ran out."

"A multi-tiered city - and a northern array? The official name is Springfield."

"It is. The original name has no personality, so the alias is better off on the street, right? Isn't there about a hundred of them in Springfield or Westland?

Alexia moved her hand on the table to make a gesture representing something that layered and piled up.

Hundreds of them are overstated by boulders, but the place name Springfield is often used for the price, so another distinctive name is often used when naming them.

Among them, the city, dubbed a multi-tiered city, has a unique colour.

Literally, they say the city is layering up and piling up like a tower.

It was originally a city surrounded by circular walls, but as the war continued, the population grew with refugees from elsewhere, and the response was to expand the city upwards.

I have to wonder if there might have been a better means, but they chose that means anyway.

And after the war ended and the walls were removed, only the city, which became like a tower, was left behind.

This is the formation of the multi-tiered city of Springfield.

The city itself, so to speak, is illegal architecture.

I haven't been there yet, but according to a story I know, I guess it wasn't surprising that it hadn't collapsed.

"By the way, adventurers were sidelines. The main business is to give me the skill of a technician."

"A mechanical engineer?... Oh, those are the guys who make Zenmai rigged watches and stuff"

The so-called clock - unlike a day clock, a water clock, or an hourglass, a mechanical clock that moves in a combination of metal and Zenmai - is a new tool invented decades ago in a certain country.

The manufacturing method was considered a secret and was not manufactured in any way outside of that country and circulated only as a super-expensive import in a foreign country.

It was still Westland reunification by His Majesty Alfred that changed the situation.

The country did not surrender to His Majesty and went through a thorough anti-war, so after the conquest the national body was to be dismantled and completely absorbed.

As a result, faith in the monopolized talent and in 'God Protecting Mechanical Technicians' has been liberated widely, and mechanical watches have also been manufactured throughout Westland.

Still, however, it does not change the fact that it is a luxury product, a prevalence to the extent of whether there is one in a town or village outside of a wealthy home.

In addition to being owned by an inn of considerably larger size in Green Hollow, one is also placed in the Town Hall, where the bell of the Times is to be rang by reference to its time.

"That would be a pretty rare skill. Are you even an adventurer to those people?"

The second half of Garnett's statement was a fact-checking directed at me, not Alexia.

"He said he wouldn't normally do it. This guy is just the weirdo. You said you wanted to see the performance of your work in action."

"And it would be nice to find it on one scale of ancient civilization technology."

Me and Alexia gazed at the metal workmanship like a coffin erected against a wall.

Alexia explains' it 'before Garnett, who seems surprised, says something.

"That's a portable barista I'm in R&D - I personally name it Scorpion. It's also called a super large crossbow."

"It just looks like an iron coffin."

"It's just foldable and covered. The arrow bullets are packed."

Alexia confidently explains herself armed.

Garnett on the side being asked about it was listening in an attitude that was not, among other things, of interest or listening.

"Hey White Wolf's. As far as I can tell, I don't think you're such a bad person."

"Wouldn't it?

"Don't hurry up. That homemade man is a crook."

Alexia quivered her shoulders with a smile on her face.

"The guy who used it before Scorpion was sure it was a big cylinder that spits magic by putting a magic scroll in it? The scroll that left me in broke out indoors, and it was tragic, wasn't it?

"Aww..."

"You were like a Scorpion prototype next. The automatic winder was too powerful, the metal strings were busted, and I almost swept your face away. I remember you were out of your hips."

"Uh. Well, that's..."

The look on Garnett's face gradually turns into something that he says "wow."

The reason I'm backwards on hiring Alexia is because this guy's homemade arm is always in some kind of danger.

Sacrificed in previous outbursts were the unfortunately half-burned mountain hut - a rest stop near a dungeon in the back of the mountain - but I can't afford the same accident in my shop.

"It's okay! This time it can be operated without accidents for six months from development! If anything, I'll disassemble it in front of you, so check it out carefully!

Alexia rode herself out to the table and looked at me as close as she could.

"I can't miss this case! Whatever!

"... how could you be so desperate? If you want to sell your weapons, you have other means."

"No, you're not."

You saw that I was interested in Alexia's situation, and Alexia went into the setup to sit back in her chair and start talking carefully.

"Luke, do you know the former name of the brave Falcon?

"Falcon's? I don't know, what does that have to do with anything?"

Alexia mouthed the answer, suppressing and feeling her usual loose expression.

"It's a Falcon in a multi-tiered city. Julia and Falcon are from my hometown... much less childhood."