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

The morning after I decided to hire Erica on Walnut Street, Noir came to work in a good mood as I was preparing to open the store with Garnett.

And rarely, Sakura is with me.

I felt like the combination of these two was a little unexpected, but speaking of which, I remember seeing some talk in the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion yesterday as well.

"Luke... actually, I tried to make something like this... prototype... but..."

That being said, what Noir showed was a bunch of rectangular thin paper, cut together about the same size as his palm.

Drawn on a piece of paper is a magical text.

It's like a miniature version of Spelling Scroll.

"No way. Can you activate this, magic?

"Ah... oh... yesterday, Sakura told me about the Oriental Spellman... for your information, I made it..."

"In my hometown, we use these curses instead of scrolling. You can also use it in the long run like an amulet or a talisman by sticking it on the wall"

I see, was that what Sakura and Noir were talking about yesterday at the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion?

Skills are given by beings called gods, and naturally different gods are believed in different lands, and there are differences in the skills they are given - I hear.

Then neither magic skills nor [magic prop creation] should be an exception.

There is no concept of scrolling in another area, and there is no wonder, even if it carried magic in different ways.

"You've never seen anything like this... what's the performance like?

Take one and observe it seriously, asking for a more detailed explanation.

I feel a great possibility for this guy.

Of course, I thought it was going to sell as a product, and my thoughts as an adventurer strongly indicate my reaction that 'this guy can use it'.

"Similar reduction… Downscale… Size appropriate…"

"Don't be too adequate. If you need firepower, you just need to bundle a few pieces and use them."

"The downside is that the same area, just a little more than scrolling... it takes a lot of work to make... the price is just a little bit, I need to raise it..."

"I can't help it. It looks like the texts are bigger than normal."

My cheeks unwittingly loosen to the appearance of a magic item on the new basal axis.

"(I don't know why these tools have never been made before - there's no point in thinking about it either. I'm just saying there's never been anyone I can think of before)"

Everyone naturally knows that every tool in the world was made by someone first, but not all of it was born of technological innovation.

Even if the technology, the tools, and the ingredients for making it have all been around for a long time, that tool will not be born until someone first comes up with the idea.

Not to mention that in Westland, scrolling and other magic items are made by wizards as coin earners using subskills.

There's no need anywhere to work hard on whether it's an improvement or a miniaturization, and making old-fashioned magic items the old-fashioned way is enough.

The wizard found no point in miniaturizing the scroll, and the buyers never thought of the possibility of miniaturizing it, and as a result, no one came up with a 'small scroll with flat hands'.

"... me, it doesn't help much if it's a fight, because it seems... this is the way to do it, if you can contribute..."

"I don't specialize in general spells, but I'd be honored if I could help you with that level of knowledge."

Normally, a magic item called 'The Curse' could not have been born in Westland.

The reason it was created was the accidental gift of a black wizard carrying a slightly more complicated circumstance and a Gentile from the rarely visited East who met in one place: the White Wolf Shop.

"Isn't it amazing for both of us? I think this guy is definitely in demand. If I'd been on active duty, I'd have counted on you."

"Ho, is that true......!?

Noir smiled all over his face and laughed at Sakura face to face.

Just then, Erica from Walnut Street came in reluctantly with the sound of the door opening from the wingman.

"Uh... oh, excuse me..."

"Oh, Lord Luke, are you the new employee she was talking to?"

"Oh. Erica on Walnut Street. Sylvia introduced me to a pharmacist who can formulate potions."

"Nice to meet you..."

Introduce the other three to the nervous Erica.

I'll introduce you to Garnett as a regular employee 'boy' and keep all your true gender and knight status down.

Since the background of the noir can be seen sooner or later by hiding it, I will reveal that I am the only returnee to the brave party that caused the Green Hollow to noise.

Of course, he tells me about his relationship with me and how he decided to work at the White Wolf store.

It was what Noir himself wanted to tell Erica everything.

Finally, I'm not a regular employee, but I won't forget to introduce Sakura.

He's a samurai who came to train samurai, and now beside working as an adventurer, he helps the store in his spare time - that's about enough explanations about Sakura.

"Ah! I hear a lot about Mr. Sakura from Sylvia!

"I won't be afraid of that. From me, you behave the same way you do when dealing with Sylvia, and I hope you do. I'm an outsider in the first place. Another friend of a friend."

"... if that's the case. Uh, hello, Sakura."

"Welcome to the future."

Sakura said the same thing about me yesterday, but it changed after hitting yesterday, and Erica was honestly accepting the suggestion.

Again, close to double the difficulty of dealing with older, heterosexual employers and friends of friends close to their age seems to be out of step with ease.

There's nothing I can do about all this.

It would be best to have Erica behave like she's easy to do.

"Okay. Then Noir and Sakura will teach Erica the basics. I'll teach you the hard stuff later."

"Wow, okay..."

Copy that, sir.

I gave the three of them immediate instructions and looked back to move on to the next opening job, just face to face with Garnett.

Garnett scratched her golden hair, moving her gaze busily to the left and right, and she cut out the topic so hard to say if she did.

"The White Wolf's... you know. I just need a favor..."

"Please? What happened to the sudden change?"

"... would you convenient a good performance weapon and protective gear? As much as I can, no, I want the guy with the best performance I can."

Upon hearing the request, I relieved myself with my heart.

However, having a sense of relief seems to have been a prospect from Garnett, and he peered all the way into his face to be surprised (a lot).

"What an approximate reaction. Are you so surprised I want a weapon? I guess I didn't forget what I did."

"No way! I'm relieved I didn't forget."

Gently press the shoulder of the garnet so close that the body is likely to touch it to regain the proper distance.

"I really thought about what I would do if they told me to go home to work out again or return my assignment."

"Shh! You're not going to say anything! I look like a loser. Can you imitate me?

"That's how depressed you were before this."

"Gu...! Oh, that's a temporary distraction..."

Garnett barely looked like he'd been poked in the pain, but he quickly regained his power and poked me in the chest.

"Anyway! I'll never expose you to that ugliness again. I lost because I picked the right weapon, and there's no such thing as an excuse, but you know very well that the performance of weapons matters."

"Oh, naturally. I'll get you the strongest weapon I can make right now. You're the only one who can afford it."

"Huh? Oh, no, I didn't say that far to the boulder..."

I have a funny, confusing reaction to the seriousness of this response, and it bubbles up.

Garnett had a sophisticated look on his face like a muscle, and he'd kicked my leg lightly.