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

"... oh, sorry. Lighting, to… magic, sending, means… but concerned…"

"It's out of specialty, but it's of academic interest..."

Calm down one of the two people who look embarrassed, and all nine of them decide to discuss their future course of action.

Declaring to accept the three conditions offered by the administrator Fraxinus, he stepped into the neutral city of Athlopolis, the town of the Demons, but this alone has not done half the work yet.

At least I wanted to meet the administrator in person to pack the fine conditions, but the interference from Fraxinus was completely interrupted.

"Does the lack of any response from there mean we have to find the administrator ourselves"

"Wait."

When Dustin pinched his mouth in short words, he threw his gaze at the road leading to the back of the island.

I could see one demon clan walking straight from up ahead.

Young Tree Man (Dry Ads).

He has long stretched green hair of plant texture, adorned it with petals and branches that are part of his body like an outfit, and waved a tangled limb of corn at the end to gently advance his steps.

Your face is like a doll.

However, not only does it mean that it is neat, but it also means that the expression is unnatural and unnatural.

This would be the night cleaver (nightripper) I encountered before - a doll-shaped golem mimicking a human being is more expressive and human than comparable.

Speaking of which, I've heard somewhere before that a lot of human parts in the body of a tree man (dry ad) is a sign of youth.

Because that one's pretty young.

It could be like a bud in a plant.

"I've been waiting for you, Master Luke Whitewolf. My name is Populus and I am the angel of Lady Fraxinus. I asked you to take me to Fraxinus."

In the human sense, I met Garnett, who was nearby, after a strangely named tree man (Dry Ads) spoke.

In retrospect, admin Fraxinus knew my full name, too.

You probably heard it when the adventurer introduced you, but the young tree man (dry ad) would have been passed on that information later because the only person they met was the administrator's share of the body.

Given that, there is also a certain sense of trust in the name of the administrator.

"Should I follow you later (later)?

"Yes, just don't let the residents leave behind me because they're not used to your presence"

If you want to wander around an unknown city, you should be guided on this guide.

Walk slowly down the boulevard of Athlopolis, guided by the appearance of a tree man (dry ad) whose gender is difficult to understand.

Between dwellings that were mixed with the great trees.

Under the lighting stretched over the branches.

As I watched the townships where the Demons spend their time as very ordinary residents, my attention shifted only to the residents, not the townships.

Dark elves and dwarves, who have become accustomed to seeing each other for some reason, are fighting over money because they think it's tangled across the street counter.

In the "Demon King's Castle area" on one upper tier, the two races, whose relationship continued to make them want to cover their eyes, such as aggression, domination and genocide, are in the middle of an extremely vulgar way of dealing here.

If you look at the other side of the street, a stinging lizard man (Lizardman) sits down and smokes on the bench at the end of the store set directly below the residential tree.

Of course, it's not like the Lizard Man is a smoking demon.

They smoke poison grass in containers that resemble elongated kettles and inhale their irritating smoke through elongated tubes while cooling it with the water in the containers.

It's a preference that some demons love, but it's just uncomfortable for most species that don't fit.

Now, a dog shaped beast man who happened to be on the street - an inhuman head type with a mouthful of mouth (muzzle) - angrily peeled his teeth off at the stink of irritation and intimidated him, and the lizard man (Lizardman) grabbed the container and pulled it into the store.

When I put my gaze back in front, a merchant-like fishmonger carrying a box packed with fish is running from the other side, and I'm about to run into him dangerously.

"Oops, bad"

■■■■――■■

The fisherman ran a yelling word in a language that only they could understand, but he gave his sight of the bumped opponent. No, he spread his whole body's fins (strains) and rushed away.

A strange town with a mixture of different races - maybe even reflected with a harmonious ideal place for some people, but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

If a settlement of this magnitude, no, can be called a city, it must serve as an impeccable supply base in pursuit of the Demon King's Army as it progresses in its search for the deep realm.

There was an intuition that this discomfort must definitely be eliminated, although I would very much like to see the negotiations succeed in view of the future.

"... Mr. Poples, may I ask you one question?

"Go ahead."

Populus replied without looking back.

"The residents here look oddly distracted. Arguing, intimidating, yelling and scattering… still when different races come together, will the seeds of contention not endure"

"No. It was very recently that your hearts began to get rough. Yes... from the day the light was lost from this hierarchy. It's going to be hard to stay calm in the dark."

That statement, which was released casually, was not very, but not overheard.

"Wait. Is it still an anomaly that this hierarchical night does not dawn"

"Isn't that obvious? No light and no green. Tree people (dry ads) cannot live under such ceilings for long. Except for Athlopolis, which is blessed by Fraxinus."

Populus replied with a decent face, moving only his neck and looking back.

Is it still true?

Green trees flourish in the evening hierarchy, not because the trees are more special, but because it has not been long since the light-emitting function (dawn) was lost.

If the status quo continues, plants will soon cease to grow, and the warcraft who have lost their food will die one after the other.

Those who cannot adapt to the darkness of perpetual robbery move to another hierarchy or wait for death - assuming this town is a refuge as the name suggests (Acyram), it is not surprising that those who could not choose the former had fled.

In the first place, the hierarchy is dominated by the Demon King's Army, so it is impossible to at least run up.

"Do you know why the night is no longer dawn?

I lay down my questions with a noir gaze on my back.

It is obvious that Noir has so much to ask, but has not come into the conversation knowingly.

"There's nothing I can tell you. If you need it, Lady Fraxinus will tell you later."

As we talked about it, we reached what should also be called the central square of Athlopolis, where we entered the (...) section (...) of the island's largest tree.

This great tree was also shaped to blend in half with the architecture.

However, it is distinctly different in size from the residence and boasts a castle-like beauty.

It was a cathedral-like space illuminated by just dazzling magic lighting that was spreading beyond through the dark corridor.

"Dear Fraxinus. We've brought you a line of the White Wolf Knights."

"Thank you. You stay back."

"Yes, excuse me"

The person Populus respectfully bowed his head to is neither a person nor an organism.

It was a huge mass of magic that leaked light from the back wall of the Great Capitol, its interior.

'I apologize if I made you think it was ugly. You're right, I can't move out of here right now - did you understand why I greeted you earlier, indiscreetly, with my body?