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

The day after I was introduced to the garrison for adventurers, I took Roy, the leader on the adventurer's side, and went to administrator Fraxinus again.

Roy's other companions are Garnett the Escort and a few adventurers in positions of responsibility within the party.

"Nice to meet you, admin Fraxinus. Thank you for this opportunity."

While Roy, who got my introduction, exchanges formal greetings with Fraxinus, he trifles his gaze across the entire Great Capitol.

Unlike when we met earlier, several councillors were present this time.

I heard the councillor was one for each race, but for that it's a pretty small number, so I guess there's only a handful of them here.

The problem was that Councillor Algernon was naturally mixed up in this touch.

He's also a member of the official council, so it should be part of his very normal duties to show his face when doing something in the grand capitol.

But it's not a good time.

If I could, I wanted to use this opportunity to elicit a reaction to the fact that, as promised, Fluxinus gave me information about ancient magic civilizations and conveyed the suspicion of Algernon's trends.

But that's exactly where I want to avoid Algernon.

The latter matter is out of the question, and the former may be exposed to this circumstance and hand tags.

I didn't want to give you as much information on this side as possible, unless I was clear about the relationship between that man and the 'true enemy'.

"(It would be helpful if they paid for it naturally... is that hard too? There's a reason I have to tell you a secret story. It's like confessing)"

Meet with Garnett to make sure they feel the same way about each other.

The opportunity to provide information that has been awaited due to the unacceptable circumstances of Fraxinus' dormancy is likely to be postponed again this time.

"The Administrator. Can we just talk for a second?

Suddenly, Algernon, who was sitting on a chair in the grand capitol, raised his hand and asked permission to speak.

"... briefly, please."

"There is. You might already be asking, but for once, I'm introducing myself. I'm Algernon. I'm a councillor representing a race called man in this Athlopolis."

"Yeah, I've been talking to you."

Roy turned calmly toward Algernon.

I've already shared information about that man.

It also teaches that there is a suspicion of a relationship with the 'true enemy' who once defeated the Demon King's army led by Gandalf, or with the mutilator (Nightripper) of the night who made noise about the King's capital and Roy was also involved in the investigation.

So there won't be any fear of Roy hemming in his interactions with that guy.

"Then we talk fast. As a councillor for the Human Representation, I'll take care of the trouble that it's a political process for you guys, so you can always tell me when you need me. He's a natural."

I see, is that what you came for?

You want to use the councilman's position to put us under control with a collar and a compass.

"I appreciate the offer, but we're not settling in Athlopolis. Passing hope through councillors would mean indirect involvement in the politics of Athlopolis, right? It's only a temporary stay."

When Roy clarified his will to resign, some of the other councillors showed impression.

Try to be a species that doesn't know about our relationship with Algernon under the water, and it would also have seemed like a humble behavior that understands the position of not being a settler.

"... well. If you change your mind, you can always tell me."

Where Algernon retreats with an unimpeded reaction, he throws the question Roy stepped in.

"By the way, how did the people who live in Athlopolis get here? It's not on the ground record, so I'd like to see you and talk to you."

Regarding this, I asked Eversol, a Lizardman councillor, and received an answer that they were the ones Algernon had brought down to this second tier.

Take the back of it - or take the words directly from the person.

"Oh, the guys I was taking. I can't say it out loud... I hope the entrance surveillance is sweet, but I'm not an adventurer. I snuck them in with a mountain of them."

Algernon gave the same look at first, choosing words and continuing to respond.

"It's no longer uncommon for people hired to talk about it to have dark conditions behind them or scratches on their tibia. I also told you that you guys were here, but not a single guy answered to see me yet. I'm glad you learned the situation around here."

"... then we'll talk about this another time"

Regardless of whether it was true or not, it was a difficult response to pursue any further in this setting.

Is this exchange such as a slightly advantageous draw?

The same information from Councillor Eversol can only be pulled out of Algernon's mouth.

While doing so, the conversation and exchange of views between the Adventurer side and Administrator Fraxinus ends.

'- I'm so sorry. It's time for an appointment. The Great Capitol must be used for another purpose…'

"Okay. Thank you for your time."

After the grand capitol with the thought of being pulled behind my hair.

Me and Garnett were sorry to see the expected accomplishments deposited, but Roy seemed to be less excited to witness the mysterious appearance of Fluxinus.

"I heard you talking, but when you actually see it, you're still surprised. What principles connect personality?"

"We were surprised when we first saw it, too."

Administrator Fraxinus is classified as a treeman (dry ad) as a species, but now he has no physical flesh.

The deepest wall of the Great Capitol, set to creep through the interior of the great tree… its further back a mass of magic emitting light retains the ego of the demonic clan called Fraxinus, perceiving the exterior by magical means and sounding its voice.

If motivated and intellectually curious adventurers listen, it's a substitute that wouldn't be strange to visit Green Hollow across the continent to see what it looks like.

I don't know if I lost it or threw it away myself.

I may have heard it around there with the ancient tales of ancient civilization, but this time it's also a hand in patience.

"Dear Luke Whitewolf,"

"Dear Garnet Argentia,"

As he walked down the hallway thinking about it, a young tree man (dry ad), like a twin, a Fluxinus user, blocked his way.

"It's a message from Master Fraxinus."

"Come back to the Grand Capitol after sunset"

He said it was time to make good on his promise.

He said it was time to respond.