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

Then me and Garnett went into Knights headquarters and decided to grab lunch in the dining room as planned.

The food here is outsourced to the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion to have the cook dispatched, so the good taste comes with origami.

Except for the fact that the menu is not freely chosen, you can deliberately go out of town and enjoy a meal that is no different than going into the dining room.

At least since the opening of the Knights headquarters, members have never asked me to improve on my meals.

"In the meantime, when this is over, shall we take a look around and see how everyone is doing?"

I finished my meal without any particular trouble, and for one thing I just tried to leave the dining room behind, and just bowled in with a girl who wasn't a member of the group.

"Ah, Mr. Luke! Hello!"

"Was Sylvia on duty today? Thanks for everything."

The cook's facial touch dispatched from the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion is not always fixed, but is frequently altered by the convenience there.

Since the main business is only for innkeepers, employees who are likely to be unavailable are supposed to be seconded as a priority at times.

For this reason, Sylvia, a billboard daughter and cook, sometimes came, and it was not uncommon to face each other in this way within headquarters.

Sylvia had a public conversation with us for a while, and then she said an unexpected question with a stream like she remembered.

"Speaking of which, it looks like Mr. Ambrose hasn't been here since the other day, is something wrong?

"Ambrose?"

"Yes, I haven't been asked to take a meal to your room lately. I didn't even see you today."

I see, is that what you mean?

The Knights are gathered from all over the continent, and their former affiliations and lifestyles are individual, so behavioral patterns don't always match.

Ambrose, in particular, avoids exposing his face to the effects of human remodeling caused by warcraft factors, so he does not dine with other members of the team, but in his own room rather than in the dining room at headquarters.

So from the standpoint of Sylvia, who is in charge of the meal, I guess it's easier to impress and care than the other members.

"Ambrose has been asked to travel to Wang Du. I found out a lot about this last big job, so I need you to discuss it with the Wang Du scholars."

Though I can't tell you exactly what turns out - I don't give a shit.

Sylvia is a smart kid.

He understands the situation we are facing without bothering to explain that there are too many things to say goodbye to.

Incidentally, one of the reasons Ambrose went to King's Capital included the matter of my right arm.

Literally my right arm itself, deposited on that side in exchange for the figure of the Demon General Norzuri, as a quality (...) grass (...) guaranteeing a safe end to the meeting with the Demon King's Army.

The meeting was handed over to us safely, and although we confirmed that at least no strange work had been done, we never went over to do a fuller inspection just in case.

Besides - the fact that the amputated right arm did not cause any slight corruption and was no different from immediately after the amputation can never be ignored.

How the hell did you keep keeping your right arm, which was supposed to rot out?

If we can unravel this secret, we may be able to produce new technologies that will help us in various contexts of society.

This means that my right arm is sent to Wang Du without being reconnected to my body, and that Alexia-made prosthetics are instead connected to my right shoulder.

"I see you were doing an important job! Mr. Hild seemed to be busy in his room, and he really loses his mind to the scholars!

"... hey, is Hild still packing in his room today?

"Yeah, instead of losing sight of Mr. Ambrose, now Mr. Hild wants you to bring the meal to your room. I didn't speak up because I seemed to be doing research by stuffing roots..."

I closed my mouth and scratched my head gently.

Though I had some anticipation ahead of time, apparently Hild is entering an overwork beyond degrees.

"Then I shall return to the Young Leaf Pavilion. I think another cook will be here at dinner."

"Oh, watch your way home."

Drop Sylvia off, then exhale long in a grumpy mix.

"So, what do we do? You want to go check on Hildo first?

"No... if I interrupt, I'm afraid of later. Let's go see Sophia first."

Hild is an exodus demon (elf) from the northern dungeon 'Fairy Town of White Asia'.

In this dungeon it was regarded as a kind of contraindication that there was something to know about ancient magical civilizations, and a system had been adopted whereby only the high elves who lived in those times would monopolize their knowledge and not give any information to the elves who were born later.

But Hild had a strong interest in ancient magical civilization, and although he tried to embark on research even by breaking the rules, he was obstructed and unfulfilled by the high elves that dominated the dungeon.

But Hilde wasn't weak enough to give up, and what a defense he was to Westland, an enemy country at the time, he belonged to a knighthood capable of studying ancient magic civilization after revealing his identity to only a small part of His Majesty the King and others.

Only to be the bearer of such a background, the truth of the demise of ancient magic civilization, told from the mouth of Gandalf the Demon King and Ayr Sethroomnil the High Elf in this one case, has dramatically stirred her willingness to study.

Gathering information, illuminating, and discussing shortages - every process is a continuum of excitement for Hild, and he continues to immerse himself in research long after he returns to the ground.

"I said I could take as much time off as I could..."

"If you're the kind of guy with ears you hear here, you're broken a long time ago."

"... must be"

With a strange sense of satisfaction and empathy, I decided to go see Sophia first after seeing Hild for a second.