Reincarnated as an Alchemist - If i have no cheat then, i just have to make one

Trull and Billy were busy again today.
Trull who was a Blacksmith couldn’t get enough time for himself as the order for weapon and tool forging was kept coming endlessly. It was still endless even though he had raised the price by threefold which could be called a rip-off. The weapons made by him was without a doubt a first class despite using cheap materials and having a ridiculous price. The people called him Trull the Platinum-Horned Blacksmith.

Billy’s job was to act as a merchant as well as the sole guard of the store. It was almost a daily occurrence seeing him dragging a half dead person out from the store. His dark skin, boar-like face, and the blood covering his outfit almost every day was his trademark. The adventurer, the neighbors, and the people who knew him called him Billy the Butcher.

The busy days were usually hectic yet organized. Billy who was in the counter would write down the orders as Trull would stay near the furnace to smith a weapon. But, today was an exception. A new person came with haughty attitude and arrogant demeanour.

He was a monkey tribe beastkin. He had almost human-like face and physique except the excessive number of hair on his body and the tail on his waist.

“Yo!! It seems like you’ve grown famous, Billy.”

He said quite loudly. Normally, Billy would pick his axe and beat the person up but he just sighed and put down his writing tools.

“What do you want, Callisto?”

He said with annoyed tone.

“Don’t be like that. Aren’t we pal? Ah, I got a message and request from the old man. Is the ‘Bull Head’ in?”

He said. The person Callisto called Old Man was the Adventurer Guildmaster, Lyold. Normally, nobody would dare to call him that way but Callisto was deemed as an exception as he was persistent when it comes to giving a nickname to someone. Lyold wasn’t angry at him after he was informed that Callisto was Ren’s men.

The customers were shocked when they heard how he called Trull. Billy sighed and pointed the back door with his thumb.

“He’s at the smithy. Don’t bother him too much. We’re pretty busy as it is.”

Billy said.

“Oh, Thanks.”

Callisto happily thanked him and skipped around to the smithy. Just seeing such special treatment, the customers were shocked.

“Umm… Who might that person be?”

A customer asked.

“Just ignore him. He is just idiot monkey faced most shameless person in the world. Making fuss with him is just wasting time. I didn’t give him any special treatment. It’s just that he’s currently acted as a handyman of the Adventurer Guild Master.”

Billy explained with bored face.

“So, who’s next? I need to finish the order listing as fast as possible before that monkey pissed Trull too much.”

He said. The customers quickly lined up and resumed the ordering procedure.
At the same time, inside the smithy, Callisto was cheerfully greeted the half naked Ox Beastman sitting near the furnace.

“Yahoo, I have come as promised.”

Callisto said. Trull stopped his activity and put down his hammer. The fussy scenario he had put with Billy was a half lie. Callisto came under the request of the Guildmaster was a truth but the message part was a lie. The message was already given to him through the Legion Telepathic Network.

“So, the blueprint?”

Trull asked. Callisto sighed and fetched a scroll from his magic bag.

“It’s here.”

He said. Trull left his seat and walked toward Callisto. He took the scroll and read through the content.

“So, is this authentic?”

Callisto asked.

“I can’t say yet. I need to make a prototype first. From there, I can deduce the authenticity.”

Trull said.

“I see…”

Callisto sighed.

“Judging from your expression, the Guildmaster had foreseen this and given you the materials, right?”

Trull said. Callisto shook his head.

“I can’t fool you at all.”

He said. He took several mithril ingots and orichalum ores from his magic bag. Trull accepted them and put them down on the desk.

“Haa, too bad that I can’t get any profit from this.”

Callisto grumbled.

“Greedy as always aren’t you, Callisto?”

Trull mocked.

“I was given a mission to act as humble as possible after all. All the mission I could take was limited and the pay was cheap. Unless I calculate everything properly, I won’t have enough fund for my daily life.”

Callisto retorted. Trull laughed but his laughter vanished as he looked at the scroll in his hand.

“But still, to think those church dogs had something like this is quite unbelievable. I wonder what they are planning.”

Trull said.

“I bet it’s not something pleasant. After all, if this thing is real deal, it means that they have a possibility of creating an artificial regalia and mass produced lunatic artificial heroes after all.”

Callisto said in carefree manner.

“Yeah, and we need to prepare a countermeasure as soon as possible regardless this thing was real or not as more or less this thing is a blueprint of a weapon.”

Trull said with grim looks.