175 173 Maintenance (1/2)

After finishing our clothes at the Guild Tavern, we were visiting a place before heading to Orrell's mansion.

I also know Grandpa Garth, a Dwarf blacksmith's shop.

”Whoa, isn't that the lady I know from Garth? Hey, what's up?

”I'd like to ask you to repair my gear.”

So far, I've managed with the Black Cat Series self-repair feature, but it was just too hurtful in the ballbug game. It's not healed yet. Besides, I've never done anything like maintenance since I received this protective equipment.

There's a martial arts tournament, and I thought I'd leave my gear in perfect condition before that.

”Whoa! Let Zeld be the best blacksmith in Urmut!

When Zeld observes the Black Cat series for a little while, he begins to prepare his magic formations and demonic crystal stones. The rest was fast. Repair magic fixes it in an instant.

It cost 100,000 gold, but it can't be replaced safely.

”That's it. Show me your sword next time.”

”Hmm?”

”No, this is the only piece of protective equipment with automatic repair, even the sword must be pretty damaging, huh?

Well, would you normally think so? In my case, I have self-repair and regeneration, so I don't have a problem with that.

But when Fran pulled me out of his back, he handed it to Zeld.

”Well, please”

'Oh, hey. Fran, I'm fine. ”

(But if you can get an expert to see it, that's better)

Hi, he got anxious when he heard what Zeld said. It's hard for Fran to identify my condition, so I have to believe in my self-declaration.

”Well, okay.”

As Fran says, it wouldn't be a bad thing for an expert to see it. Maybe there's something wrong that I don't even notice.

”Hmm, that's a strange metal. Which one”

When Zeld observed me from various angles, I put it on the table and started beating Concon with a small hammer.

The vibration of the hammer that sounds at the same intervals on the body. But I don't like this. Because the craftsmen are taking this seriously for me? It's more comfortable.

Next time you stick me in a box with water, it moves gently. At the end of the day I started polishing her cuckoo with a beautiful cloth.

No, this feels good. My voice went out unexpectedly. But I enjoyed it. Because Zeldo can talk to me, that's a trivial reason. 'Cause the contents are over 30 old men, stroked by muscle mucky old men, gasping, they're gonna want to die, right?

Well, saying it feels good doesn't mean it feels sexual at all, it feels good in a massage sense, and I don't mind anything else. I had myself somewhat in the mood.

But the atmosphere I endure eating up my teeth has been passed on to Fran.