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

"Right... Shall I teach you common sense for a wizard first"

Ambrose didn't wait for our response and started talking as if he were going to give a lecture.

"I know, but there's a minority of wizards like you guys are close to each other. Most of them are dedicated to the study of magic by drawing on their own strongholds."

"... Apparently. Involving outsiders is as good as selling magic equipment to earn money…"

"Just a little more contact. But as for the big muscles, you're right."

Never in the fifteen years I've worked as an adventurer have I met a person whose main business is magical research, not in the sense of having magical related skills.

For the most part, to such an extent as' adventurers who can also use magic ', magic was only one means.

Since the loss of his parents, who were researcher wizards, Noir has, I hear, lived with Blanc, his twin sister, unrelated to research as food for living magic.

In Melissa's case, she said she had come to acquire [attribute magic] skills either because of the effect of her longing for oriental magic or because she was not sure.

So I was not familiar with the so-called 'ordinary wizard', and even in that sense it was worth listening to what Ambrose said.

"The deeper the demonic exploration, the more intelligent it becomes. That's why there's something missing."

"What's missing..."

"Magic power, for example. This is still better because it makes up for it with magic crystals etc. Magic emission limits, for example. That's the maximum amount of magic you can flush through your body at once. Exceeding the limits could even lead to physical collapse."

No matter how much magic you prepare, if you activate it in the form of skills or magic, the amount of magic that can be exercised at once will be overthrown with the limits of physical strength.

If you use too much poorly, you can even take serious physical damage, as Ambrose says.

In my case, when I use magic beyond its limits, I activate it while [repairing] myself, but this stuff is nothing but backgammon.

"And… life expectancy, for example"

Ambrose's voice goes down one step.

Just saying this is the most important thing.

"In the end, the biggest problem with studying magic is the physical vulnerability of the researchers themselves. As for life expectancy, it can also be said in other areas, but wizards will be particularly affected by it"

Yuri, and.

Ambrose inadvertently repositions himself and shifts to the shape that confronts us.

"Haven't you heard from Noir or Melissa? Talk about a wizard stuck in research dyeing her hands for human modification."

"... then there is. It was a story that Blanc might be undergoing a demon army remodel..."

"Oh, the demon king army remodeling technique is really interesting. Especially the brave Falcon...... Was he already disqualified? Well, honestly, I don't care... that dragonization modification has a lot to learn, even for us."

After saying that in a slightly quicker way, Ambrose reverted to the topic by apologizing small for "rudeness".

Is that because you realized that you were out of line at all, or because I stumbled upon you by accident?

I'm not sympathetic to Falcon, but the Golden Fang Knight has suffered multiple identical victimizations, and it simply doesn't feel right to view them like experimental animals or something.

"Anyway, the wizard, who has been active over the years, is getting his hands on his own flesh almost without exception"

"Isn't that if you get stuck in research?

"There are no wizards who don't get stuck in research. This is no exception to me. If you think you've broken the wall, there's another wall... but it's like wandering through an infinite labyrinth."

Ambrose spoke in a sigh of sigh, gently approaching the forehead of his face with a hidden hand on his long sleeve.

"But after repeated modifications, it inevitably keeps moving further and further away from humans."

The forehang covering the face shifts slightly and the left half of the inside of the hood touches the outside air.

The space between the hood and the forehanging seemed like dark darkness, not enough for Ambrose's face to be exposed, but too decisive a sense of heterogeneity could be seen at a glance.

- The emerald eyes shine (...) with two (...) and one (...) n (...) on the left half of the face.

Neither me nor Garnett breathed and lost their words.

Obvious anomaly. Is this a concrete example of human remodeling?

"Oh. That's unusual, Ambrose. Can I show you something?

"He's a bent superior. You can't keep your information down forever. You're the one who's gonna keep hiding from the man who's not far from being my brother-in-law?

"... in order. First, I hope you speak to the end."

After a meaningful exchange with Valentine, Ambrose returned us to the spearhead of his speech.

"To put it this far, it would come with a thin guess. So let me be clear."

"No way... your idea is..."

"Meat (...) body (...) in (...) work (...) ri (...) weird (...) eh (...) ru (...). That's my suggestion. If the physical performance is not sufficient, you can modify it to a form that meets the level of demand. If you're going to entrust me with the treatment, it's going to guarantee performance beyond human boundaries."

Fear runs through your spine.

I didn't think it was a sane suggestion.

You said you'd change your body to gain strength? So much so that you could throw away the human form?

It can't be forgiven. It can't be accepted.

I can't believe Garnett does such imitations, not some stranger or something.

"Oh no...!

"Sir Luke."

Ambrose sticks out his fingers wrapped in gloves and controls me with a shout out.

"It is Sir Garnett himself who should be judged. I've only suggested something I've wanted to try for a long time because it's a good opportunity. Let's hear your opinion first."

I turned to Garnett silently.

It's hard to tell where Valentine and Ambrose's gaze is pointing, but they must be doing just like mine.

Garnett pressed silently for a while, eventually scratching his back of his head with a long exhale, and replied with a voice that often passed.

"Bad. No, I can't take that suggestion."