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

The sales went smoothly that day as usual.

Weapon armor, medicines, magic tricks.

Various customers are coming to the store in search of various products, but not all visitors are interested in purchasing the displayed products.

It requires items that are not in the store, and there are not many visitors to make special order requests, sometimes receiving orders from unexpected customers.

- An unrecognizable guest who came on this day can be described as just a typical example of this.

"Excuse me. This is Luke Whitewolf's shop."

Noon after the break for the employees who attended work ended the whole way.

A strong (frightened) man dressed in a travel dress entered a shop crowded with young adventurers and town dwellers.

The man, who has a blatantly different feeling of air, doesn't mind the other customers giving him a confused look, and walks straight to the accounting counter with a big crotch.

From what I've seen, fifty is a man his age who seems to be crossing.

A high quality, used travel costume bundle and a boneless sword lowered from the waist.

Just watching him walk doesn't make him look very much like a courageous person, and he's just too old for an active adventurer.

So, are you still a knight?

I urged the man to come in front of me as I calmed down Erica confused at the counter next door.

"I'm Luke, the manager. What can I do for you today?

"Sir Luke, I'll be the first to see you. I'm Oswald from the Grey Eagles. Actually, I'd like to ask you to fold in."

"The Grey Eagle Knights... with the Beaufort family of Borderline Uncle, you are the Knights facing the Northern Tree Sea Federation"

Intuitive that it's not an easy-to-ask request, and inwardly reinvigorate your mood.

This kingdom of Westland dominates much of the continent, but it has not literally conquered everything.

Although fighting is the only thing that has stopped at the moment, there are still countries in the North and the South that will remain independent, with border uncles and full-time knights on strict alert.

The Knights in Charge of the South are the Red Wings Knights to which Chandler belongs, the Grey Eagle Knights named earlier by the Knights in Charge of the North... and the Borderline Bob of the North is Theodore Beaufort's clan.

"... it may be hard to talk where other customers are. This way, please?

"Hmmm...? Okay, let's just say it's sweet."

Requests involving the military should be difficult to do in front of ordinary people.

Guide Oswald of the Grey Eagle Knights to the back of the store, where he decides to listen again.

"We have also heard from Sir Theodore about the situation in the north. They say the local dungeon-dwelling elves have also joined the coalition, which continues to be militarily balanced."

"The son of Beaufort? As a matter of fact, I also learned about your side business through your introduction."

"The weapons store is the main business."

Correcting what matters, Oswald has been frankly "excused".

"So what is a request? For once, we have received requests to manufacture weapons, but the size of the store makes mass production difficult in the short term."

The Northern Tree Sea Coalition is not a remote land for us either.

The Elves, who live in the dungeon 'Fairy Home of White Asia', are also part of that coalition, which was hand-in-hand by northern nations pushed by the Great Attack of the Kingdom of Westland.

Moreover, as a leading coalition member of the Elves, we were dispatched from the Fairy Town of White Asia to create the alphazule we were investigating, the Ark of Elements, and the connected High Elf - Eil Sethroomnil - from our lifetime.

Ayle is the one who prevented us from obtaining information about ancient magic civilizations from the "Right Eye of Wisdom" and apparently tried to cover up some truth.

Moreover, Hild, also a member of the White Wolf Knights, is an elf displaced from the Northern Tree Sea Coalition, but her reason for asylum was that she was obstructed from studying ancient magical civilization by the high elves of "Fairy Town of White Asia".

In other words, the High Elves of the Fairy Home of White Asia, starting with Ayle, have a policy of head-on conflict with the mandate of the White Wolf Knights (us), and they cannot remain irrelevant no matter what they think.

"Mithrill weapons will also be consulted with mining quantities authorized by the Royal Palace..."

"No, it's not the weapon you want to ask for."

Oswald told me to overturn my imagination from the ground up.

"I want you to look at this writing. Request specifications compiled by our Knights personnel."

"... excuse me"

I just glance at the seal removed from my nostrils.

"Equipment Requirement Performance, Body Temperature Retention Equipment in the Cold Zone of the North… Must be able to withstand continuous use for at least four and a half days, if possible… Must be compact and lightweight that does not inhibit scouting missions and combat behavior… Oh! In short, you're a cold guard!

I accidentally raise my voice at the same time as I understand.

I had lost track of it.

As a fundamental premise, the North is (...) of cold (...) anyway.

I myself barely made it to the north, so the feeling is thin, but the adventurer who went to the north on a request or a dungeon offense mourned the depth of snow and the low temperatures with his mouth together.

Green hollows also tend to be chilly if they stay away from the heat of the hot springs, but even the most northerly towns of the land I've visited have been cold below that chill overwhelmingly.

The area in charge of the Grey Eagle Knights is further north than that, and the cold should inevitably be getting harsher.

"Mm-hmm. The military situation is calm, but we still can't lack daily alarm just in case. But for those in the field, winter vigilance is a painful task."

"Have any measures not been taken?

"Even if I am. But the means to stay warm while you travel are scarce."

Oswald said that spelling scrolls such as heating are suitable for resting in a shed or something, but not for warming hands and feet while walking.

Though they use other highly insulating equipment, they still have a constant voice wanting another push of warmth.

"Some people have skills that can be used to prevent cold, but they can never leave it to the skill holders alone. When I was worried about what was going on, I heard about you with a great magician and craftsman."

How would they react if they heard?

I honestly think Alexia would be happy, but I felt like Noir was going to get away with it in the light.

"If possible, we would like you to create new tools that can meet the performance we want, rather than existing products. Would you do me a favour?"

"... okay, let's do it. I'll talk to the people in charge."

"Thanks! I'm going to stay in this town for a while. I want you to let me know when you have a policy!

Oswald left the store with a powerful grip on my hand.

It was not a request as I had imagined, but rather a distant story with the raw smell of blood, I might say it was a pleasure.

That's what I was thinking.