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

- After enjoying dinner like that for a while, a group of adventurers who visited the dining room tried to pass by the table where we were sitting.

With his drunken head around him, sending his gaze sideways thinking they were the ones he somehow remembered to see, a big man, like a representative of the party, stopped and smiled.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Luke! Looks like you're back safe. Above all!

"What is Travis? I thought you had a new party coming. As always, every time I see you, you change your face."

There is no such thing.

It simply didn't work well for my head, it was an old man's party, on the contrary I remember seeing.

I have my say in what I almost missaw.

Travis' party has established rookie development as an important activity, and actively embraces Rookie by working out and making him independent, so with the exception of some core members, replacements are intense.

According to him, it's easy to organize a party that brings together all the superior adventurers, but that's how it's A-rank duty to think about leveling the industry as a whole, rather than moving on to adventurer activities that pursue their profits.

Of course, it is only a belief put forth personally by Travis, and not all A-ranks operate in such a policy.

However, even with such restrictions, you can still ask about Travis' ability to do what he deserves in A-rank.

"Hmm, what's wrong with the White Wolf's...... isn't it Travis? Hey, Leila! Travis is here, too!

A drunken garnet speaks to Layla, who sat on the table diagonal.

Leila was completely alarmed and indulgent, but she noticed Travis' appearance or no, and she began to posture and identify herself in a burst of panic.

Leila's too hasty, Erica, who was sitting right next to her, is about to eat the convolutions too, but she can't seem to afford to care about that.

"No! Wait, wait! I'm not gonna sit back and talk to you today! I can't stand in your way."

In response to Travis, Layla sat back in the chair a bit behaving with a horrible and unfortunate look on her face.

If the reaction is so blatant, it will be easily visible to outsiders who don't know the circumstances, but Layla has romantic feelings for Travis.

Travis, on the other hand, is aware of it and intends to face it sincerely, but apparently no particular progress was made while I was down to the Fifth Labyrinth either.

Well, I guess nobody struggles if their bad feelings for a woman they've held for nearly twenty years - it means their own powers get hurt - can be wiped out so easily.

"More than that, Luke. I heard it got a lot more important in the basement. Apparently, the situation is going to be very big."

"You're not planning on sitting back and talking in, are you? It's gonna be a long story, and I can't tell you the details of this place."

"Even if I know. It's just confirmation and labor. That's how you enjoy drinking, which means it didn't end badly for us, at least."

The criterion for judgment is to drink words when you realize that there was no deniable material.

Surely, if the face to face with Gandalf the Demon King in the Fifth Labyrinth hadn't worked out, you wouldn't have been able to enjoy the liquor and the meal without worries like this.

I would have luxury dinner to work with the others, but I didn't feel like I was here myself, so I should have thought about my future means of salvation.

I feel Travis understands me better than I do myself, and it makes me feel kind of complicated, but maybe that's what relationships are about, out of the blue.

Whatever, because the most objectively invisible being in the world is about itself like no other.

"I'd be happy to give you a bottle of booze if you're working."

"I thought you'd say that, and I just let you have it. He's your favorite guy in this store."

Travis put the momentum in front of me when he received the bottle brought to him by the adventurer belonging to the party.

"It's my luxury. Have fun."

"... you were instructing me to buy it earlier. You're a sloppy guy, really."

This exchange is my complete failure.

It seems that in a party full of rookies, a man who achieves so much that he is referred to as top-notch among a few A-ranks, there is no gap in judgment and rooting in these occasions.

If you're no longer bad at women now, you won't find weaknesses that seem weak.

"Heh, is this the liquor of the White Wolf's choice? No, I drink different drinks every time, so you never asked me which one was my preference. Okay, let's go."

The garnet sitting next to me reaches right into the liquor bottle and cuts the seal and pours it into me and my own cup, respectively.

"You drink, too?

"Don't be a jerk. I wonder what you like and drink."

"No, I don't care for what I drink..."

Because of the amount of drunkenness he had been drinking, Garnett seemed unable to think carefully, stirring up the liquor that filled the glass shortly after I advised him.

"It's tight, it"

"Blah!

A garnet that revels in grandeur.

And the drunken momentum makes me laugh off the Ericas - it doesn't matter if the chopsticks fall. I don't know what the hell you mean.

It was steam (...) liquor (...) that the garnet stirred up indefensibly.

If you break it with water or other liquor, it is a liquor that you will taste little by little, and it is not like including it in your mouth all at once, even if you make mistakes.

I decided to order some liquor from Sylvia to crack the distilled liquor while wiping the garnet table, which I had uncommonly teared.