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

Soon afterwards, Wild Hunt appeared in succession to the coffee shop.

Gandalf and Eile, the elves, looked the same, but the appearance of the remaining two - especially the Dazzling Sun Woman - was undergoing a major change.

I was about the same age as Sakura.

The bright black hair has been stretched for a long time, and the beauty seems to be increasing instead of diminishing the love of childhood.

"Oh, I don't see Fraxinus. I can't believe you slept here."

"He's on his way to Alpha Zulu and the field as an advance team. You said you had something to worry about."

Gandalf answers to a dazzling woman with the same tone as before, playing with her gun.

Gandalf's gun either reflected the passage of five years or was replaced by a large new model.

If the power were proportional to the size, an example of a beast that was previously inhibited by fur would be shot through the front.

I'll check the details of this operation again. The destination is a magical plant site in the mountains. It was a facility that used to supply magic to this city until very recently. It has now been switched to a new plant on another land, and the old facility has been abandoned. "

Behind the coffee shop, Wildhunt's operations meeting begins with unobstructed seating.

With the leader Alpha Zulu in the lead, Gandalf is leading the operation, and there is no indication that other members will disagree with it.

Apparently, an agreement has been forged for Gandalf to be a sub-leader.

"This plant site is still not being dismantled. The cause is the appearance of monsters. It is unclear whether it occurred locally or whether the herd that occurred elsewhere was used as a feeding ground with attention to residual magic, but in any case, the city council paid a prize to the monsters who would obstruct the dismantling of the old plant."

Gandalf spread the map over the table, pointing to the location of the plant trail.

An untouched rocky mountain area stretches north of a city no less large than King's Landing, and some sort of facility is shown in its depths.

From what I can see, the traffic is bad and the location seems to be the worst, but there must have been only reason to set it up in this place.

Perhaps as a result of choosing to be able to gather magic efficiently, the ease of travel and so on had to be seen externally.

"But none of the bounty hunters who went to the area for the prize have returned. Despite a significant increase in the prize money, there are currently few new entrants. Not so far."

"By the time we realized it, things had gotten a little crazy."

Al nodded as soon as he sat in the chair.

The dazzling woman next door also filled her stomach with bar-shaped snacks, adding a frustrating feeling.

"In the first place, it's not good that the city council prize is too cheap. That way, the powerful bounty hunters won't move, and the strong monsters won't stand a tooth if they want a job at a low price."

"No, as far as the initial reconnaissance results of the monster's beginning to be confirmed, it should never have been a difficult prey."

Gandalf continues to speak indifferently without losing his cool attitude.

"I realized something unexpected happened, and when I raised the prize, a lot of results (...) were piled up for those who had not returned, and I became shunned by bounty hunters. I can't help but say it was a bad time."

"Anyway, there's just a stronger beast than I thought. The question is, what are we going to do?"

"Of course. The Alphas are ahead of the curve."

With a light parry of Evaldi's spear, Gandalf finally cut the subject of an operational meeting.

"The Alpha Zulu assumes the existence of a monster that should be called even the (...) Lord of P (...) La (...) t (...) and seeks to find its location. I don't know why Francinus wanted to come with us."

"There's something I'm worried about. I'm a little nervous because it's a strange place to guess..."

"It would be Fraxinus' goal to relieve that anxiety. Do you have any confirmation items at the moment?"

Gandalf looks at Wild Hunt as he asks.

I decided to ask for permission to speak and ask for confirmation.

If you remain silent here, you will be treated as if you had no doubts.

"What do you use to get around? It's pretty much like the back of the mountain....."

"Rest assured. There are roads that plant staff and magic bureau officials use to communicate with each other. You can drive an hour to the scene."

Drop your gaze on the map and estimate the distance and travel time from city to mountain in your head.

A full day on foot or in a wagon would be a gentle ride.

Not from dawn to sunset, but literally a day… far enough to travel through the night and arrive at the same time as the departure time.

Moreover, because the terrain is terrain, there are no towns or villages that can rest on the move.

As Gandalf said, this road seems to be used only by magic plants and those who are on errands.

A carriage that does not use horses - a car is said to allow you to take this journey in less than an hour.

In order to achieve such a short journey, it should be necessary to maintain the speed of the fast-horse system, which is assumed to be a short journey, without replenishment or rest.

Once again, you will feel the high performance of the ingenuity of ancient magical civilization.

If such vehicles existed today, logistics and the economy would change dramatically from their roots.

"(Really... this is a terrible time.)"

At the same time as being stunned, I feel a slight feeling of despair.

Even such a developed civilization could not escape the destruction caused by the god beast released to the world.

Assuming that one of them was secured by Agart Lamb, it would have caused a headache.

"- Well then, let's go too. The car is already in the back of the shop."

Gandalf made sure no other questions came up, then rang the key in his hand and stood up.

... maybe he'll drive.