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

- After completing the process of getting our souvenirs delivered to Green Hollow, we decided to head to the weapons store where Colin taught us.

Colin used to describe hostile inspections, but as far as I'm concerned, he never recognized Wang Du's arms dealer as a rival.

The reason is not something to be praised for, it's just that I don't feel it.

It's probably because the sun is still shallow since I started a weapons store or started working with Mithrill products.

Unlike I've been comparing myself to other adventurers when I was an active adventurer, the idea of comparing myself to others in this area doesn't really come to mind.

If we go on for years to come, maybe we'll rub our minds by comparing it to the quality of the misrill gear we sell, but at least now it's just a handful to do the job in front of us.

Next to me doing such self-analysis as I walk, Garnett shouts up as I look back.

"You're not following me here. He's a grand bastard."

"Chi, no...! I have an errand for that weapons dealer too..."

It was Colin walking behind us hiding in the shadows, but he showed up and followed me diagonally.

I wondered what it would be like not to have a single conversation in this situation, so I'll swing the subject from me to Colin.

"By the way, what's that weapon store like?

"Yeah, right. A weapons blacksmith named Bill sells himself and this workshop's merchandise."

"You're not selling wholesale to weapons stores, you're selling them in your own store."

"You shouldn't be impressed. I got into trouble with the weapons dealer and they couldn't buy it anymore, so I heard that I had to do it."

Colin frowned and waved her hand to the side.

"... you don't have a very good reputation"

"Even as a misrill processor, there were black rumors... oh, my errands are like a network of processors, I just bring a message"

I didn't want to go without this errand, it looks blatantly clear to me that I'm thinking.

It's easy to live if everyone in the world is a good man, but hatred and the world hasn't been able to do it that way.

So did the adventurer industry, but a certain number of people who dye their hands the way they do it and the way they don't if they expose it.

And the market dictates that such a guy is something that gets hairy hated and trivially distanced by the people who are truly active.

"Are they all hostile to the White Wolf's?

"That's just weird about him. Most of them are normal people, and they usually just burn confrontation and stuff."

Then don't worry.

It gives me a headache just to imagine being blinded by a group of people who don't choose the means.

Eventually, Colin stopped in front of a four-story building, pointing to its ground floor portion.

"Bill's shop is over there... and that... you're not there..."

The small shop was inadvertently left unattended in the open state.

We could have turned back, 'If we weren't there, we'd have no choice,' but Colin, who had to tell them, didn't, and started looking around in a weak way.

I can also feel you leaving me alone. Try to help us find it, too.

"What kind of guy is Bill?

"He's my father's age. I don't feel so bad, my head is crossed with gray hair... I think it was so tanned."

"You're as good as Mr. Craig."

I'll just split up and look around the store.

Peeping into the back alley by the building, I got my sight of a middle-aged man who matched the traits described by Colin and another man talking in.

It's a little inaccurate that we're arguing...

Only a Bill like man is absurd in his attitude, and the other man is plainly flushing Bill's sword curtain.

The other guy has his back over here, and I can't see his face at all.

From the way you dress, you're an adventurer. Lightweight to call it armored, but too sturdy to call it personal.

"Excuse me. Are you the arms store manager over there?

It doesn't even start when you're there, so I'll try to speak up first.

A Bill man noticed this way, and the other man looked back here - and I accidentally lost my word.

"- Ha. You, Luke? Luke from the White Wolf Forest, huh?

"No way, Bruno... is it...?

"I remember how many times I told you to call me Bruno (...) n (...), because this 10,000 year E rank. Whoa, I quit already, so rank doesn't matter."

You've been looking down on me for a long time - capably looked down and deserved it - A-rank adventurer, Bruno the bloodstained blade.

One of the A-ranks who did not respond by speaking up during the Green Hollow dragon commotion and did not finally come when things developed into a war with the Demon King Army.

But the man in front of me was very different from Bruno in his memory.

The flesh, which was bent, was so pale at a glance that he was pale and thin on his cheeks.

It was clear that he was ill somewhere in his body.

I wonder how Roy didn't tell me this guy had changed - and I quickly convince him that it was just a difference in perception.

I met Bruno for a few years so I felt a sudden transformation, but Roy should have been face-to-face many times in the meantime, so I guess Bruno's appearance that he would recognize was very different from mine.

So even when I mentioned Bruno in my conversation with me, I only said something to the extent that 'I've also lost my strength as an adventurer lately' and 'I haven't done a lot of A-rank-like things'.

"Bruno... are you breaking your body"

"You're going to pity me? You've been so great at the bottom."

The only eyes that look at me the same as they once did.

Glittering eyes with ambition. It is the greatest characteristic that determines the impression of a man named Bruno.

It also seemed like a lump of upliftment when I was working well as an adventurer, but now...

"Bill told me. I don't know what kind of hand you used, but you're becoming a mythrill processor and you're making a weapon. Right, Bill!

Suddenly Bruno gave him his name, and the blacksmith's building lagged behind as if it were a curse.

It's as if you're afraid of being informed about your relationship with Bruno.

"Oh, oh... he's a lightly successful processor of research that we've been struggling with for years. But, Bruno. Why don't you say (...) and (...)? You know, but that... yes, you can't let your peers know!

In a terrible hurry, Bill broke a warning for Bruno.

To investigate, Bruno must have learned the secrets about product development using Mithril in some way.

Then I'm comfortable with the rough attitude before I talk to you.

"He said he knew. We'll cooperate, and, of course, we'll keep secrets. That's the deal, isn't it? Hey, Bill."

"Damn... that would be nice"

This guy's more of a threat than a promise - that's what I intuited.

"But you don't mind if I tell you about this."

Bruno has grabbed my shoulder mouth as if trying to shoulder to shoulder.

- Thin arms.

Of course it's not much different than mine, but if you think back to when you climbed to A-rank with the power of the sword, you can't help but feel the ruthlessness of time.

Without worrying about my reaction or anything like that, Bruno put his wretched face close and said away what he hadn't even heard with a voice he felt hated.

"I won't let anyone look down on me. I won't let you hold pity. I'll slash those guys. At the beginning, you have...?

All of a sudden, Bruno raised his distressed voice and took his hand off me.

Bruno's forearm is squeezed together by a thinner, smaller hand.

"Get started, what? If I'm not mistaken, prepare one of your arms."

"Teh, teh meh......! Let go, you fucking kid!

Garnett let go of Bruno's arm as he rambled on.

It was his left hand that was grabbing his arm, his right hand accompanied by a sword that he lowered to his hips without alarm.

If Bruno had shown a bare gesture of pulling out his sword, he would definitely have bled out.

"Shit... I shriveled. Look, don't forget, Luke. Don't interrupt me."

Bitterly abandoned, Bruno left the back alley.

Soon the blacksmith's building has also disappeared.

Probably went back to the store from around the back entrance.

After confirming that there was no one but us in the back alley, Garnett shook his neck sideways with his shoulders resting on him.

"That's an understandable throwaway dialogue. Yeah, you shouldn't be involved in that kind of deal. Everyone around you looks like an enemy anyway."

"Oh...... but even though it wasn't a very good relationship, it's still tight for a guy I know to be like this"

"You hobbyist. I can't think of anything like" Look at this, "so I'm going to have a hard time."

Garnett laughed as she peered into my face.

"If I say it's like you, it is. Anyway, let's go home for today. I'm hungry."