135.2. Not Wanting To Become Someone Important Is Nice, Isn’t It?

The next day, the elite personnel that had been gathered arrived at the guild.

They all looked incredibly intelligent at a glance.

They immediately started working, and it was clear—they were top-notch.

As soon as it was decided that the second floor and above would serve as the headquarters, they quickly created a functional work environment.

Since this was the headquarters of the production guild, top-tier products crafted by master artisans were being brought in.

Even something as simple as the employees’ desks had exquisite carvings on them.

A Guild Grandmaster’s office was also set up.

With the finest carpets, curtains, dense paintings, and luxurious candle stands, a heavy desk with delicate pens stood ready. Grandmaster Grimm sat in a leather chair.

“It doesn’t suit you at all.”

“Shut up. Using top-quality furniture is part of the job too.”

Well, it’s a production guild, so I guess that’s only natural.

Leafan’s Golden Dawn production guild, which she led, had been focused on survival-oriented production due to its frontier location, but from now on, it seemed they’d be dealing with luxury goods like these as well.

“Craft-kun, even though this isn’t your line of work, you’re still part of the production guild. You should start sharpening your eye a bit.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Even to my untrained eye, I could tell the things placed here were amazing, but I couldn’t gauge how incredible they actually were.

I’ll study up on it gradually. For now, alchemy is my priority.

Using [Appraisal] would give me some idea, but when it comes to things unrelated to alchemy, the accuracy of the information drops significantly.

As I frowned at some strange object placed above the fireplace, there was a knock at the Grandmaster’s office door.

“Grandmaster Grimm. The headquarters is now operational. Though it’s still just the bare minimum.”

The person who entered was a man in his forties, thin to the point of appearing sickly.

“Perfect timing. Let me introduce you—this is Sindelly, my right-hand man. In practical terms, he’s more important than I am.”

That seems like an odd explanation.

Grimm turned his gaze back to Sindelly.

“This is the alchemist I mentioned, Craft.”

Sindelly shot me a sharp look.

“Ah, so it’s you… Pleased to meet you. I’m Sindelly Stonework. It seems we’ll be working together for a long time. I look forward to it.”

He introduced himself with such politeness that I was taken aback.

“I’m Craft Waken. I was expecting to be looked down on for being a country bumpkin, so this is a surprise.”

Since he’s my superior, I tried to be as polite as possible.

Ah.

Come to think of it, I’d been speaking casually to Grimm Grandmaster all along. Well, whatever.

“No one would ever look down on an alchemist more valuable than gold or orichalcum. Please leave all the guild’s mundane tasks to me.”

Even though he said that, wouldn’t pushing work onto him kill him?

He was that thin.

Sensing my unease, Grimm waved his hand nonchalantly.

“Don’t worry about it. Sindelly may look like that, but he’s in perfect health. No problems at all. It’s just his body type.”

“Yes, I’m used to being misunderstood by those who see me for the first time. I also regularly take stamina potions, so please leave the paperwork to me, Craft. I’ll even arrange for you to take a few days off after catching up on your alchemy work.”

Sindelly, who looked like a skeleton or a sharp-eyed fox, managed a faint smile.

If anything, it was terrifying. I wished he’d stayed expressionless.

Despite his appearance, though, he was incredibly reliable.

“He’s more competent than you, Grimm Grandmaster.”

“Right?”

Grimm, still seated in his grand chair, shrugged.

Yeah.

The production guild seems to be in good hands.

And thus, the production guild, which had been in chaos for what felt like forever, finally returned to its regular operations.