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

When her own role was defined, Erica lowered the large backpack she was carrying and began arranging tools and luggage on a simple workbench.

Ground herbs and roots into powder.

Milk bowls and breast sticks that crush hard fruit and mix powdered herbs together.

A set of devices for extracting pharmaceutically effective ingredients, very similar to the tools handled by alchemists.

And a bunch of raw materials, starting with dried herbs.

Mark, who was sharing a portion of his luggage, hastens to follow it, and preparations for the conditioning proceed rapidly.

Erica's side, bracketed behind her long, loosely rippled hair, no longer looked like that of a baffling girl, but a craftsman's face who came to a role she could only do.

While Erica was getting ready for the dispensation, I decided to pack up another important topic with Roy.

"Do you know where the craziness occurred?

"There are a few places, but perhaps the biggest in the neighborhood… the place that put out the majority of the victims is a basin-shaped terrain not so far from here"

Roy took out a brief map of the size of the book to the extent that it had been expanded, pointing to the specific location where the temper was occurring.

"The main victims are the adventurers who came down after my party. They said they were going to build a second base, and without knowing it, they camped near the basin, but were swallowed up by the exasperation that overflowed from the basin..."

"Black fog would have been hard to see at night... we'll go scouting when night breaks out. We need to bring back as accurate information as possible."

Because of the terrain of the basin, it is easy to accumulate misty temper, and it has overflowed with some kind of bounce?

Roy, however, gave me a strange look at the phrase I spoken very naturally, "When the night dawned," and said something suspicious about my ears with a hazy face.

"Mr. Luke. This hierarchy may be (...) Ming (...) Kai (...) Yi (...) at night"

"... what?

I accidentally listen back out of the way.

It's been a long time since the words were heard but not understood.

"It's been two days since we got down, but I've never had a morning. It may simply be that the space ceiling has a long perishing interval..."

From side to side, Garnett and Sakura also pinch confused words.

"I thought it would be too soon to be dark with reason. I haven't been walking around the labyrinth all day."

"Yep... I thought the day and night replacements weren't consistent with the ground, but I didn't know it was any more incredible..."

The dungeon - especially the unexplored and high-difficulty hierarchy - doesn't know what's going to happen, so the preconceived notion of 'whatever happens is natural' works.

Often, however, the irrational environment that awaits behind the dungeon is something that comes beyond what I'm comfortable with on my own.

"It's possible that the light-emitting function of the ceiling itself is crazy... No, wait, the fact that the green plants are busy should mean that a lot of light is pouring down..."

This was another piece of information that would suffer from understanding, but now we should give priority to the matter of chi.

It would suffice if we knew that it was unlikely that we could wait for dawn to investigate.

"... If waiting doesn't make sense, let's leave as soon as the [repair] of the seriously injured is complete. But just scout the source of the exasperation, and there's no further depth."

- The camp regained some tranquility when Captain Luke's treatment removed the temper to invade the severely affected areas, including his lungs.

Even if the victim's coughing noise and bitter breathing just disappear, the fierce misery of the field hospital lurks the ringing, at least in a calming and sleeping environment.

Soon afterwards, Captain Luke left the camp.

The companions can manipulate the flames and burn away the agnostic cherry blossoms and Melissa Acabane, Garnett Argentia and Misty Hidden (Gimme) (Nagi), who are entrusted with battle and reconnaissance.

Roy of A Rank Adventurer's Hundred Beast Plains stayed here with two Spirit Beast wolves deposited with Captain Luke because he needed to defend the camp.

Overall, it's an appropriate response - Mark Easton assessed Luke's extraction that way, even though he was a businessman.

It was also accepted as a natural decision that I was left in the camp.

Because I'm not able to jump through and excel in combat skills, and I'm not able to handle flame-related skills.

Using [ideological decoding] skills when there is a piece of paperwork dropped by the Demon King's Army ahead of the labyrinth or a relic of the Demon Nation - that's Mark's role in this inspection.

Go directly to the dungeon and use your skills, or use your skills for items that have been brought back on standby on the ground.

We accompanied them both in verifying which method was appropriate, but this might have been better if we had been on ground standby with Sir Hild.

It was accompanied by private expectations that maybe we could see the battle between cherry blossoms and cherry blossoms up close, but unfortunately it wasn't going to come true.

A white breast bowl with granular fruits like vegetable seeds was poked in front of Mark's chest where he was thinking about it.

"If you're free, help me. Because we have healthy adventurers doing it."

Mark faced Erica in a rougher tone than she could have imagined, alternating his eyes with the caged face of power on his eyebrows and the contents of his breast bowl.

It doesn't seem that there is any malice or hostility, it seems that from the rush and heavy pressure entrusted to the major players, or simply the behaviour of the vegetarians has leaked out.

"… but I am tasked with assisting with the analysis of artifacts and materials. This time I accompanied you to immediately analyze the recovered materials, other than…"

"I know. So this is a favor from me. I want to formulate a little more medication, so I'm asking someone who can move around from one end to the other. Please. Hey!

Pushed to the momentum of Erica, who can't even afford to get her words in order, Mark accidentally receives a protruding breast bowl and a breast stick.

If you look around you again, every one of the adventurers and he is processing medication material according to Erica's instructions, except for the seriously injured who can only lie in bed.

Whatever you think of this, it doesn't make sense to those who refuse.

"Wouldn't it have been nice to have crushed it from the beginning?

"It's a material that begins to degrade the moment it touches the air! He's fine. He's been bottled and brought! Bye!"

Mark only gave Erica a flashy look at the back of her way back into the mixing so that she could be pushed away, and then he began to shove a bunch of hard breast sticks into the grain in the breast bowl.