I’m a Rookie, but I’m an Experienced Professional - Chapter 92

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Chapter 92

After my conversation with Sola, I headed to Craftsman’s Street.

I was going to distribute the planes that Sola had brought last time to the workshop people.

The first place I headed to was Oak Heart Workshop.

Although there had been some unpleasant incidents surrounding Toma Harens, Oak Heart Workshop was still the largest workshop in Belheim.

As I entered, a wave of hot air hit me. The sounds of wood being cut and hammering echoed from all directions.

“I came to see Walter Hauf. Is he in?”

“Just a moment, I’ll check for you.”

Not long after the employee disappeared into the inner office, a gruff voice could be heard from inside.

“Who dares to call for me… What? It was you?”

Walter Hauf, who had appeared with his characteristically fierce expression, smoothed out his wrinkled face as soon as he spotted me.

“What brings you here? Did you come about the District 3 construction?”

“That’s not it… Why? Is there some problem with the District 3 construction?”

“What? You don’t know anything?”

Walter Hauf clicked his tongue and said.

“There’s been a flood of complaints that the District 3 drainage construction is noisy and ruining the landscaping.”

“What? Really?”

I was bewildered since I hadn’t heard any such talk when I went to check on the District 3 construction situation just two days ago.

“So are they saying to stop the drainage construction?”

“Not that, but they’re saying not to do it in front of their houses or buildings.”

“What? That’s ridiculous! That’s exactly where the drainage construction is most needed.”

That’s how we can prevent buildings from being flooded or collapsing due to rainwater.

“I said the same thing, but they won’t even listen. They hate the immediate inconvenience more than what might happen later.”

As if just thinking about it gave him a headache, Walter Hauf shook his head.

“Besides, Districts 2 and 3 have been continuously protected by magic, so they don’t know how terrible flood damage can be. That’s why they don’t understand the importance of drainage even more.”

Still, they should have seen the flooding in other districts, so it was a bit absurd that they were filing complaints.

“But I haven’t heard any of this at all.”

“The management department probably didn’t tell you. Though when I went to ask what they were going to do about it, they told me not to worry and to keep working.”

Walter Hauf grumbled about how he couldn’t not worry.

‘I’ll have to go to the management department later and ask what’s going on.’

It was strange that such complaints had come in but hadn’t reached my ears at all.

“But if it’s not about the District 3 problem, what did you come here for?”

“I came to show you this.”

I took out a plane from my bag and showed it to Walter Hauf.

“What’s this?”

“It’s called a plane, a tool that smooths wood surfaces.”

Rather than explaining with words, I thought it would be more effective to show him directly, so I picked up a piece of wood that happened to be nearby.

“Let me borrow this for a moment.”

Then I pushed the plane across the piece of wood.

With a crisp scraping sound, thin wood shavings curled up and peeled away. After a few more pushes, the rough surface became noticeably smooth.

“What is this thing.”

Walter Hauf ran his hand over the wood surface and his eyes widened.

“It can be shaved this evenly in such a short time?”

“How is it? With this, work time would be greatly reduced, right?”

“Indeed. What an amazing tool.”

After examining the plane from all angles, Walter Hauf let out a genuine exclamation of admiration.

“I’ll give you 4 of these planes, so come to the City Planning Department office by 3 PM tomorrow.”

“You’re giving them for free?”

“Of course.”

I briefly considered selling them for money, but since we’d be working together for a while, it seemed too stingy, so I decided to just share them.

Most importantly, by showing such goodwill, they would gladly help me when I needed to ask them for favors later.

“But did you make this too?”

“That’s right. I designed it and asked the dwarves to make it.”

Before, lying like this used to prick my conscience, but now it didn’t bother me at all.

“Dwarves? You’re close with them too?”

When I nodded, Walter Hauf kept muttering that it was unbelievable.

“Is it really that surprising that I’m close with dwarves?”

“Of course it’s surprising. Dwarves think of humans like bugs.”

It was true they didn’t particularly like humans, but I didn’t think it was as bad as bugs…

“How did you become friends with the dwarves? Did you learn their techniques? Or did you teach them techniques? That…”

“Stop!”

As questions poured out, I raised my hand to stop him.

“I have to go show the planes to other workshops too, so I’m quite busy. So I’ll take questions later.”

Though it would be better if there weren’t any.

“What? You’re not just giving them to me?”

“Of course not.”

Displeased with my answer, Walter Hauf wrinkled his nose.

“But I’m giving the most to Oak Heart Workshop. I’m only giving 2 each to the other workshops.”

“…You could just give them all to us.”

“Hey, that wouldn’t be fair. And being too greedy doesn’t look good either.”

After appropriately appeasing the grumbling Walter Hauf, I left the workshop.

I was about to go to the next workshop when a familiar figure approached from across the street.

“My lord?”

It was Callix Crowbell. Anthony Greg and the knights were with him too.

“What business did you have at Oak Heart Workshop?”

He checked the sign of the workshop I had come out of and asked.

“I came to deliver planes.”

“Planes? Ah, those.”

Understanding what I meant a beat late, he nodded briefly.

“I was just about to send someone to call for you, so this works out well.”

“What? What do you need me for…”

“The weapon you used when fighting the tarantulas last time.”

What weapon did I use… Ah, he means the hammer.

“A weapon with such overwhelming destructive power that it could break through the tarantulas’ hard shells would be a great help when dealing with monsters or demons in the future.”

Hearing the same words I’d heard from Mireon, cold sweat ran down my spine.

“Where did you get that weapon?”

I bought it from the System Shop with points.

The answer I absolutely couldn’t give lingered in my mouth.

Unlike with Mireon, I couldn’t just brush it off vaguely since this wasn’t someone I could easily fool, which gave me quite a headache.

The longer the silence stretched, the sharper Callix Crowbell’s gaze became.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

As Callix Crowbell pressed me, I swallowed dryly and barely managed to speak.

“Um, well… that hammer itself is just an ordinary hammer you can see anywhere…”

“That destructive power was from an ordinary hammer?”

Callix Crowbell frowned as if it was absurd. The pressure weighed down the air.

“Well… it was originally an ordinary hammer, but Arke made it special for me.”

Whatever, I don’t know. I have to survive first.

“That day, just before we parted, Arke said he would give me a small bit of help and bestowed a divine blessing on the hammer.”

“A divine blessing?”

When a question full of suspicion came back, I nodded vigorously and added more words.

“Yes, yes. I also found out what kind of blessing it was after I beat down the Tarantula.”

“Hmm.”

He slowly stroked his chin and tilted his head at an angle. His persistent gaze swam over my face as if trying to peer into my mind.

“It seems like you’re just making things up since I have no way to verify it.”

My heart sank with a thud at his words that hit the mark.

“Ahaha, no way.”

I forced the corners of my mouth up so hard that my facial muscles screamed in protest.

“Unless I’m crazy, I wouldn’t dare sell the name of a god.”

‘I’m sorry, Arke.’

Though it’s shameless, let’s call it even with this and how you summoned me last time without even asking my opinion.

Since you’re a god, you can show this much generosity, right?

I desperately prayed for divine mercy in my heart, hoping this crisis would pass safely.

But suddenly, Callix Crowbell’s expression, who had checked behind me, hardened instantly.

‘Why is he suddenly acting like that?’

Wondering what was there, I turned around and discovered Anabella standing there blankly, and frowned.

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