Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

Workshop Street is a city where workshops are gathered, according to the script.

It's a place where all kinds of craftsmen gather together, like blacksmiths, tanneries, sculptors, horsetail shops, and they say, 'If you go there for now, you'll get what you want'.

Locally, it's the corner of the compartment surrounded by the second and third walls. I would have walked quite a bit because the church would be a compartment surrounded by the fourth and fifth walls.

We got there. Yeah, well, we went around the blacksmith gradually. It was late at night on the boulders, and most of them were closing stores to say the Workshop Street in Wangdu.

However, several cases still remained on fire in the furnace, and its lights were zeroed out of the window.

"... Really? Sorry I'm late at night"

Nevertheless, when it comes to whether that kind of workshop gets the job in a mundane reply, it doesn't.

I guess working so late sucks delivery time or something. So suddenly he comes and wants me to rebuild my sword, but he doesn't get a good reply back.

"You didn't make it here either."

Carol snapped that way behind me when I was turned down at the fifth blacksmith.

"Right. I guess all of a sudden it was impossible."

Start walking with Carol towards the next workshop.

"No, what do you think? You've been dealing with all five of them that seem really hard, haven't you?

"Ooh..."

"With that, you said it was faster and cheaper to buy a new one than to rebuild it, right?

"I told you..."

"So even if it was noon and I was free, wouldn't the answer be the same?

"... I knew you'd think so too?

"I think it's amazing"

I took Carol's snort and sighed again. And stare at the broken sword in your hand.

"No, but I don't... I brought this sword on my own, so I'm sorry I broke it when I got home."

"Is that a family heirloom?

"With this armor, it's the one that's been handed down from generation to generation. That's why I'm replacing it..."

If this is lost or something, it is still hard to give up when you have all the parts on hand.

"I don't know if I can handle it..."

While I was doing this, one more thing, some workshop turned off the lights. As the moment and time limit loom, I will do everything in my power to explore ways.

"Well, look... what is it? of the merchants who helped him on his way to the Wang capital..."

"Oh, is that Mr. Golby?

"Yes, yes. That guy's gonna have a face for the workshop, too, and why don't you ask him?

"But it's not like he's an arms dealer. But, well, maybe it's worth a hit."

"Yeah, yeah, don't do that. And let's go home for dinner already, shall we? Atashi, I'm already hungry."

That's what Carol said as she stroked her stomach. With that said, you haven't eaten yet because you went to school right out of the dungeon and headed to church with that leg.

"Do you? I wonder where there was a delicious restaurant near here..."

"What? Then what are you doing here?

Shortly after my head switched from sword to rice, the carriage that was about to pass right by stopped and I heard such a voice through the open window.

"Huh?"

When I reacted to my voice and turned to you, there was Ritzereich.

"Rizzelaich, what are you doing? Are we done talking about this in church yet?

As Carol snapped through the door, Ritzereich nodded small.

"Mm-hmm. By now it would be about time I even had dinner. I was just about to ask you to split the ore in a workshop I know."

"What, a workshop? Is that a blacksmith or something?

When I heard that in my eating mood, Ritzereich gestured a little thinking. And he looked at me at hand and nodded again.

"Oh, speaking of which, Iris said it. The sword broke. So you're here? So? Did you stand at the temple of that repair?

"No, that's not it yet."

"Hmm, let me see which one."

Ritzereich opened the door chatteringly and came out of it.

Passing the broken sword to Ritzereich, who jumped from the carriage, he roared low when he saw it.

"Ugh... this is another brilliantly pompous thing. Wouldn't this make it cheaper to buy something new than to rebuild it?

"That's what they said. But I really want you to fix it."

It's a family heirloom.

"Oh, that's the situation... Hmmm......"

Ritzereich looks at the broken part of his sword, narrowing his eyes, as if peeking. So do we know what it is?

"Well, I'll look for some more. Tomorrow on a merchant I know..."

"We met here on the brink of something. Besides, I'm not one of my daughter-in-law, Iris, and I'll fix it myself."

"What? Is Ritzereich a blacksmith? Can you fix a sword?

"Who do you think I am?

"You're the vice president of the Knights of the White Lily, and you only know a professor at Eleonora School."

"A good understanding. I am now interested in substances such as ores and gems, and I also prototype weapons and protective equipment in relation to them. The outer shell of magic is one of them."

"I mean, you can fix this sword?

"Let me put it that way. If you want it, I'll make it stronger. Well, I'll have you pay for the ingredients for that. I don't care if you change your mind, you're poor."

"If you can fix it, I'll pay you as much as you want."

When I said that, the color of Ritzereich's eyes, his expression changed.

"Whatever...? Is that a word? The cost of repairs and enhancements. You sure you want to pay for them?

"Fine. But I'll ask for it as soon as possible. I don't have a weapon. I can't help but relax."

I'm a relative way of sticking to money, but I don't have a hobby of dying with money. Use it properly when it should be used.

And fortunately, I feel warm now. I don't know how long it will take, but even the superior sword I saw earlier in the workshop was about a million kronel, and it won't be more than that.

"Uhm, I'll take care of it. Cool, I got a good spare time tool."

Ritzereich said so, holding a broken sword, and went back to the carriage.

"Then I'll have to work in the workshop, so I'll see you."

"Yeah, nice to meet you."

"Bubba"

I waved and dropped him off, when the carriage bent over the corner of the street and I couldn't see......

"Are you okay? He said he was free or something."

Carol snapped a potpourri.

"Don't say it. I'm anxious, too. Well, at worst, it can't be worse than it is now."

"Sort of."

I'd be mad if the two things came back in three, but if you could just stick to one at this point and fix it to the point where it can be used in action, that's fine.

"Well, let's eat."

"Yeah. Atashi, I want thickly chopped meat"

"Oh, good. It's just a classy meal these days. It's been a long time since I've had a simple meal."

Grasp the thick meat cooked with just salt and pepper and pour it into the onion soup.

I get used to eating like that by becoming an adventurer, and my body naturally craves it.

"But you can't drink. Toslin, you're gonna get drunk soon."

He said, "I know."

Too many wings were removed from the boulder when he played lavishly in Sorletta Ritta calling it a discharge celebration. I don't want to experience such a terrible hangover anymore.

(I also bothered Carol then. But......)

Did you see me for two days at that time?

(What's this guy worth worrying about...)

"... what?

"No, it's nothing"

I would have liked to have seen more of Carol's face lit up by the stars, but watching zippy makes me suspicious, and now I don't have that time.

I held Carol's hand again and left the workshop behind.