I’m a Rookie, but I’m an Experienced Professional - Chapter 72

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Chapter 72

 

Returning to the village, I opened the System Shop and purchased two newly updated books. As 100,000 points disappeared in an instant, I felt like I might cry a little.

 

[Excellent choice!]

 

As if mocking me, the system window sparkled.

 

“Are you kidding me right now?”

 

I glared at the system window with wide eyes.

 

“The most despicable thing in the world is giving and taking away, don’t you think doing this every time is too much?”

 

[Giving and taking away? I’ve never done such a thing? c༼ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ༽⊃]

 

Ugh, that emoticon is really annoying.

 

“Never done such a thing my ass. Even this time, the book price matches exactly with the reward I received last time.”

 

[That reflects real-world market prices. If you want to complain, complain to the publisher that issued those books.]

 

The system stubbornly argued back.

 

[And if you think it’s too expensive, you don’t have to buy it! I’ve never forced you.]

 

“You set it up so I can’t clear the Main Quest without buying this, what nonsense are you spouting?”

 

[Then since you purchased it for the Main Quest, you made an optimal purchase!]

 

“…”

 

Why doesn’t the system have a physical form?

 

If it did, I would have smacked it hard on the back of the head or grabbed it by the collar and shaken it thoroughly.

 

“Enough with the ridiculous talk. I’m curious about something – are there no other places to use points besides the System Shop?”

 

I asked while crossing my arms.

 

“In games, you use points to raise stats and such, don’t you have anything like that?”

 

[If you buy tools, work efficiency increases, and if you read books, knowledge increases!]

 

“From your strange answer, I guess there’s nothing besides the shop. Well, if that’s the extent of your abilities, what can I do.”

 

When I clearly showed my disappointment, the system flickered as if flustered, then disappeared.

 

“What? Where did you go? Don’t tell me you’re sulking?”

 

Even after calling several times, there was no answer, so it seemed thoroughly sulky.

 

It teased me plenty, but gets upset over just this much. Not only is its personality strange, but it’s petty too.

 

I clicked my tongue and sat on the sofa, opening the newly bought book.

 

While I regretted the points when buying the book, it was comforting that it contained necessary information.

 

“If you weave rope in a lattice pattern to make a bridge, it’ll be fine even in very windy areas.”

 

This method seemed like it would work this time, but the problem was how to make it.

 

Not only was this not my area of expertise, but with the elves’ lives at stake, I had to be even more cautious.

 

“I need help from a skilled craftsman.”

 

In case there might be one among the elves, I went to find Mireon and asked.

 

“Is there an elf who’s good with rope?”

 

Mireon thought for a moment, then shook his head.

 

“I’d have to check the details, but probably not. Most elves aren’t good with their hands.”

 

“But all the bridges and ladders used in the village are made of rope. Didn’t the elves make them themselves?”

 

“Ah, those were all made by the dwarves. The Elf Village doesn’t have a separate workshop, so when we need something, we go to human villages to get it or ask the dwarves.”

 

In other words, it would be difficult to get help from the elves.

 

“Do you need someone to help make the bridge?”

 

When I nodded, Mireon’s eyes sparkled.

 

“That means you found a good method.”

 

“I have something in mind, but it’s not certain.”

 

Since it would be troublesome to count my chickens before they hatched, I drew a line.

 

“I need to make and test whether what I’m thinking will work, but I can’t make it alone.”

 

“If it’s simple hammering or sawing, I can do that too.”

 

“What I need isn’t that kind of thing.”

 

“Ah, I see.”

 

Mireon, who seemed very disappointed but was thinking deeply, casually asked.

 

“Then how about asking Duke Crowbell? When he was making the playground equipment, he seemed pretty good at digging.”

 

“That’s true, but I’m not looking for someone good at digging either.”

 

If it were such simple manual labor, I wouldn’t be worrying like this.

 

“I’ll have to think more about what to do.”

 

Since staying here longer wouldn’t get me what I wanted, I was about to leave when suddenly it became noisy outside.

 

“What’s going on?”

 

“I wonder.”

 

Mireon and I came out of the house together. Strangers were gathered in clusters at the village entrance.

 

Short stature and arms and legs that looked hard as stone. Their necks were barely visible, and their shoulders were excessively broad.

 

“Dwarves.”

 

They looked exactly like what I’d seen in pictures, so I recognized them immediately.

 

Wait, didn’t Mireon say earlier that it was dwarves who made the ladders and bridges in the village?

 

‘Found them.’

 

The skilled craftsmen who could help me!

 

* * *

 

“Every time we come here, it’s such a hassle to get in.”

 

“Tell me about it. No matter how scary monsters and demons are, is there really a need to hide away like this?”

 

“Exactly. I’m too claustrophobic to live like this.”

 

The murmuring dwarves all shut their mouths when Mireon appeared.

 

“It’s been a while, Lord Mireon.”

 

The shaggy-haired dwarf at the front, Sola, smiled and offered Mireon a handshake.

 

“Indeed it has. What brings you all the way here personally, Lord Sola?”

 

“Didn’t you hear from Lady Naelra?”

 

Naelra was one of the elders of this village.

 

Just as he was about to answer that he hadn’t heard, Naelra and the other elf elders appeared.

 

“Lady Naelra. Did you request something from the dwarves?”

 

When Mireon asked, Naelra nodded.

 

“Since that contract fell through and we lost our method of making a bridge, I requested them to build a bridge.”

 

She was referring to the contract to build a bridge to the Sanctuary with spider silk in exchange for granting Arachne’s request.

 

Finally understanding the situation, Mireon frowned.

 

“If it’s about that matter, I told you I would resolve it, so please wait a little longer.”

 

“We can’t wait indefinitely, so we found our own solution.”

 

“That’s right. Lord Sola also said he’d try it differently from last time.”

 

At those words, Mireon looked at Sola again.

 

“Is what the elders say true?”

 

Sola cleared his throat and stroked his long beard.

 

“They asked so earnestly that it was difficult to refuse. So I simply answered that I would give it a try.”

 

It meant he didn’t really have any concrete method in mind.

 

Mireon frowned. He didn’t like that the Elf Elders had proceeded with things on their own, but looking at the conclusion alone, it had worked out well.

 

“That’s perfect timing. I also happen to have brought someone skilled with me.”

 

Mireon called over to Eileen, who was watching the situation from a little distance away.

 

“This is someone I specially requested to bring. She says she has a good method, so it would be great if we could cooperate together to build the bridge.”

 

“I’m called Eileen. I look forward to working with you.”

 

Since they would be working together from now on, Eileen smiled sociably and extended her hand.

 

Confirming her hand that showed no trace of calluses whatsoever, Sola snorted.

 

“This human is supposed to be skilled? It seems like Mireon has been deceived.”

 

Eileen’s face hardened at the blatant disrespect.

 

“I will guarantee her skills myself.”

 

Mireon quickly took Eileen’s side. But Sola’s reaction was lukewarm.

 

“Well, it might look that way to Mireon, but I don’t see it at all.”

 

Sola shrugged his shoulders as he continued speaking.

 

“In the first place, there’s nothing humans can do that we dwarves can’t, so there’s no need to cooperate with humans.”

 

“That’s right, that’s right.”

 

“Humans are weak and have no skills.”

 

The other dwarves who came with him chimed in agreement.

 

“Seeing that they even requested help from a human without skills, they must have been quite desperate.”

 

Every single word the dwarves spat out mercilessly scraped at Eileen’s pride.

 

She knew well that they were outstanding craftsmen in construction, civil engineering, and crafts.

 

‘So what. They can’t break free from this era’s common sense.’

 

That’s probably why they couldn’t solve the problem between Belheim and Nuviar.

 

So Eileen didn’t think her skills were inferior to the dwarves. She might lack manual dexterity, but she was confident in planning and design.

 

“Then let’s have a match.”

 

Therefore, Eileen confidently demanded.

 

“Let’s compete to see whose skills are superior.”

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