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

There is a fun-loving grin in Theodore's mouth.

"Perhaps the dragon's protection was meant to be left to other dungeons, but dragons now exist. I want to solve this mystery, even if it's not, and... actually, if it's just hypothetical, it's already floating."

Why are dragons that are not supposed to exist in the 'Ark of Elements' so inhabited as to form a herd in the first tier?

Theodore started explaining the hypothesis to us without hurrying - he just wanted to talk and couldn't help it.

"Luke, you fought a monster called Warcraft Scoll on the second level. In ancient times, there were a lot of similar things, and they called them godbeasts."

I nodded silently and affirmed.

At the beginning of the adventurers' descent into the second tier, that hierarchy had lost the luminescence of the ceiling (sora) of the underground space and had been swallowed up at night when it might not have dawned.

Administrator Fraxinus asks us to [repair] the light-emitting function as a condition for accepting humans on the ground into the neutral city of Athlopolis.

Accepted it, climbed the tower conveyed by Fraxinus and stepped into the space behind the ceiling (sora) … and encountered the Warcraft Scoll.

Warcraft Scoll looked like a giant wolf integrated with the wall from the belly to the back, and the reason the light was lost from the second tier was because Warcraft Scoll was sucking up the magic to produce the flesh.

"From what I've heard, Warcraft Scoll was a being that magically builds flesh on the nucleus with the artifact 'Medallion', and as an application he was producing his family's Fenrill Wolf."

"... No way, the source of the dragon..."

"It's only my (...) hypothesis. I (...) have not reached a unified view."

Theodore has repeatedly emphasised that it is not a well-founded theory, and then he has embarked on himself against me, blinding his eyes to curiosity and exploration.

"But it's an interesting hypothesis, don't you think?" In the fourth tier there is a divine beast, who uses part of his immense magic to maintain the dungeon and continues to produce the dragons of his family for an endless period of time. "

"... certainly unfounded. But it doesn't mean 'there's no basis for whether or not you can'... it means' there's no basis for Medallion and the Divine Beast to exist in the Fourth Hierarchy '..."

I remember when I fought the Warcraft Scoll, whining to keep my thoughts in my head in my mouth, not in response to Theodore.

As Theodore said, Fenrill Wolf was a force of war to intercept us... creating a large number of wolf demons, even if not as big as him.

So if a divine beast existed in the fourth hierarchy with properties close to the dragon, it is not surprising that it is equally producing a large number of dragons.

The question is one of whether such a substitute really exists, but then it would be able to be black-and-white by the exploration of the adventurer.

"Right? If we can get to the bottom of the vertical hole and explore the hierarchy that spreads there, we'll know if this hypothesis is correct!

Because I was affirmed to the conclusion of the hypothesis, Theodore became excited in circles.

"It's all connected! If the dungeon is not the product of a naturally occurring coincidence, but an artifact created by ancient magical civilization, then most events must have a reasonable connection! Whatever you think, it's a huge business that can't be achieved without elaborate design!

"... Yep, yep! I understand! You must be!

Hildo cooperates with Theodore to raise his voice.

The movement of the body was the reluctant one, as the hood covering the head should not come off, but it was resonant enough that the one watching was barometric.

It is only natural to be excited about the investigation of the dungeon, which is the product of Hildo, as it is like having exiled from the Northern Tree Sea Union to study the secrets of ancient magical civilization.

Well, I should say that the other Theodore shines his eyes on the mechanism of the infinite gushing of dragons - metaphorical representations, of course - rather than the mystery of dungeons.

Anyway, I decided to pinch my mouth before it caught more fire because the time was going to be consumed by a heated story between the two of us if it stayed this way.

"I think it's a very interesting hypothesis. I urge you to continue your exploration in that direction. By the way... do we need this help with that investigation?

"Hmm? Oh, the White Wolf Knights... no, you need Luke Whitewolf's help or not"

I owe Theodore, the son of the Borderline Uncle, to stick my neck in the Argentian family's internal circumstances.

The way to repay the debt is to 'If you need my help to explore Theodore, proceed and cooperate'.

If you need me to explore vertical holes, you'll have to help Theodore by doing both peaceful living and product development at the White Wolf store.

If this were a 'friendship', starting with Travis and Roy, it would not have been impossible to ask for consideration with personal affection.

But my relationship with Theodore is not like that.

Interests, not friendships.

Teaching massive outbreaks of dragons, selling materials of hunted dragons, seeking back shields as nobles, demanding contributions from evolved skills - relationships of that kind.

If it's official business of the Knights, or if you have an advance with another A-rank, you can also postpone it, but there are no such circumstances right now.

The more we force ourselves to postpone fulfillment, the more the consequences will only undermine our trust from Theodore.

"I wonder if you feel any particular need so far. It's a stage where you put your hands on a vertical hole that doesn't envisage human passage, so that you can travel safely to the bottom of the hole."

Theodore gave a very light tone of mouth and blew my concerns away in a nutshell.

"It's probably not until we get to the bottom level that I want to use your help. Technically it would be your 'right eye' though. I'm counting on you, descendant of the Alphazle."

"I'd like you to stop calling me that."

At the same time I laughed bitterly at the exact name, Theodore laughed happily.

A man named Theodore has trouble distinguishing between jokes and seriousness.

Ten or eighty-nine, I guess it's because we're still shallow and incomprehensible.

"By the way, I seem to have cleared up the subject, so I'm going to change my story, but what about my fiancée and I since then? I'm really curious as to the position where I bit one."

"... is that what I have to ask here and now!?

Theodore laughing louder than just now.

Truly, he is a man who does not know if he is joking or serious.