"It seems that this group of people are adventurers with a bottom line."

Carl stirred the firewood in the fire pit with a branch, and his tense body relaxed a little.

Chatting with a group of adventurers whose backgrounds he didn't know made him a little nervous, for fear that these people would suddenly attack and hurt someone with the next word.

"I see you are quite calm and composed. By the way, how far is it from here to Khorvaire?"

Coming up to Carl, Hope looked at the nautical chart spread out on Carl's lap and asked curiously.

"According to what the dwarf warrior named Thorin just said, we should be on the islands in the west of the Thunder Sea, probably here. If we want to return to Khorvaire, we still have to go this far."

Carl pointed at the nautical chart with his fingers and looked at the distance that was only the size of a palm, feeling a little worried.

This palm-sized place might take them two or three weeks to walk the actual distance, and that's if everything goes well.

"Then we still have to walk for a long time, right? There isn't much food left from the dungeon. Shall we use our underwater breathing caps to catch some seafood in the sea later?"

During the three-day voyage, the two often encountered schools of fish. In order to find something to do, they would occasionally catch some sea fish to try.

However, according to the current situation, replenishing food is indeed an urgent matter.

"Vitamins can be supplemented by the red wine produced by the alchemy pot, and protein can be obtained from sea fish. Hmm~, carbohydrates are not easy to deal with."

Counting on his fingers, Carl planned future recipes.

After a while, the five-member adventure group walked out of the woods.

"Little brother, I remember you said you were a mechanic? We need your help with something."

Carrying two somewhat worn axes, the Orc Ranger walked over with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Want to upgrade your axe? No problem. Do you have any extra metal materials?"

If it were in a peaceful area, Carl would charge at least 500 gold coins for repairs, but this is an island, so it’s free this time.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll get it for you right away, Thorin! Please help him."

While instructing the dwarf warrior, the orc ranger quickly ran back to their ship and came back with some metal ingots.

Those metal ingots were neither mixed with refined gold nor mithril, but among ordinary materials, they were already quite good.

Taking out the rune stone from the dimensional bag, Carl built a heating furnace on the spot. Then he used the ability of a machinist to materialize a processing lathe and a forging hammer on the spot.

In order to reassure Carl and Hope, the rest of the adventure team returned to their ships.

Thorin and Carl, who were dwarves, quickly processed the metal ingots. While Carl was inquiring about the origins of the two weapons, he made appropriate modifications to the design drawings of the weapons.

"Actually, there's no need to be so troublesome..."

Seeing Carl using magic to draw a design on the ground, Thorin wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Although his forging skills are average, it can be seen that Carl designed it very carefully.

Dwarves have always been straightforward, and even though they have opened banks all over the continent, they still retain this temper.

Carl designed the weapon without any carelessness, which made Thorin feel a little helpless.

In fact, they originally just wanted to repair the weapons of the halfling barbarian and had no intention of taking advantage of the situation.

The forging lasted from early morning until afternoon. When the members of the adventure group found some coconuts and sea fish from nearby as a reward, the originally worn-out axe had disappeared, and was replaced by two... electric saws.

"I heard that your barbarian is from the Taranta Plains and is a totem warrior. These two weapons can allow him to use the power of the totem during his rage. Want to try it?"

Unlike the background in the game "Baldur's Gate 3", the halflings in the world of Eberron are still in the tribal period.

The Tarantar halflings believe in the spirit of nature, so most of the barbarians there will embark on the path of totem warriors.

Coincidentally, as an Eruden, Carl also did some research on spirits.

For friendly purposes, he gave the opponent's weapons a comprehensive upgrade.

"Here, this, for me?"

Pointing at his nose in disbelief, the halfling couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Which adventurer doesn't like a good quality weapon? Especially a weapon that would make ordinary people's legs cramp at the first sight.

"Of course! Come and try it."

The halfling took the two chainsaws and held them in his hands. The magic patterns on the handles flashed as he gripped them.

“Huh~”

Taking a deep breath, the halfling went berserk. A giant bear-like spirit phantom appeared behind him, and the two chainsaws in his hands started to operate with a "hum".

Using this momentum, he swung the chainsaw and chopped down the tree in the distance.

The various bonuses brought by the bear's spirit made the halflings' strength no less than those of other races that were known for their strength. With a "swish", a tree that an adult could barely hug was cut in half.

The Orc Ranger and other adventurers subconsciously stepped back, as if they were a little scared of the two chainsaws.

“What a good thing!”

With an exclamation of surprise, the halfling stopped being so violent and his face was filled with joy.

"Brother Carl, this, this, this is too expensive. You just need to repair the two axes a little bit."

Carl's honest attitude won the favor of all the adventurers.

The half-orc ranger immediately found the female wanderer and asked her to bring back two bags of food for Carl and the others from the boat.

"Most of the money we have has been sent back home, so we don't have anything valuable to give you. Thorin said you are worried about food, so take these food and don't think it's too little."

Friendships should be give and take.

In just one day, Carl had almost become one with the adventure group.

However, all good things must come to an end. After dinner, everyone left the island.

…

"Well, now we have food, we can last at least a month at sea, huh? Why are you looking at me like that?"

After raising anchor again and moving forward, Carl had just adjusted the rudder and sail when he saw Hope looking at him angrily.

“I want one too!”

With his hands on his hips, Hope stared at Carl motionlessly, his tone firm.

Apparently, the halfling wasn't the only one who had a crush on the chainsaw blades.

"Huh? You want to use the chainsaw too?"

Carl imagined the three-meter-tall Hope slashing around with two flaming chainsaws, and he shuddered, feeling the hairs on his back stand up.

(End of this chapter)