30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 79

Creak.

The rusty hinge noise scraped at his ears.

Yet more bothersome than the rusty creak was the stench—a foul mix of mold, dust, and filth invading his nostrils.

The knight, whose senses were much more sensitive than others, couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose involuntarily.

Flinch!

But perhaps his frown had been misunderstood; the boy beside him flinched, thinking Ihan was angry.

“S-sorry.”

“Hm? Why are you apologizing out of the blue? I’m not mad.”

“It’s just... your expression...”

“It reeks in here. I’m surprised you can keep a straight face in an environment like this.”

“Well, uh... I come here a lot. I must’ve gotten used to it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes...”

So-Shim looked somewhat relieved at Ihan’s reassurance, though he still seemed a bit wary.

Ihan felt a bit guilty and, strangely, even a hint of sympathy.

‘It’s not good to make a habit of that...’

How harsh must his surroundings have been for “sorry” to become a reflex and caution to become his default state?

Ihan let out a bitter chuckle.

‘He’s just like me.’

The boy reminded him of his own early years, battered by life after losing his grandfather.

It stirred his heart, and he found himself acting a bit more protective than usual.

“It’s pretty unfortunate you set up a workspace in such a place that’s terrible for your health...”

“Th-that’s... sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. You’re making me feel like the bad guy.”

“...Sorry.”

“...Alright, fine, it’s my fault. I’m the bad guy. Happy?”

“...Haha.”

So-Shim finally let out a small laugh, his tension easing a little.

Then, suddenly,

“Ah! This is it, Instructor!”

“...Oh.”

Where the boy had stopped and pointed, there was nothing but a thick, solid wall.

If a third person had been with them, they might have wondered if he’d dragged them all the way to this stinking sewer just for a prank. But Ihan was different.

Whether So-Shim realized it or not, Ihan’s senses picked up on the empty space beyond the thick wall.

“So... should I just break through?”

“Usually, people try to find a way in, not break down a wall.”

“Why bother when there’s a shortcut?”

“...Well, the average person can’t just punch through a meter-thick wall with their bare hands.”

The boy scratched his cheek, then tapped on the wall as if it were second nature.

Tap, tap, tap-tap.

A rhythmical knocking.

It was obvious that he’d done this several times before; most people wouldn’t even recognize it as a pattern.

‘Four taps downward, two light taps upward, one hard tap, and then five strokes in the middle, like a sweep?’

But Ihan, noticing even the tiniest differences, watched with curiosity as the rhythm progressed.

Creeeeak...

A noise even worse than the rusty hinges began as the wall slowly lowered itself.

And as it revealed what was beyond—

“W-welcome to my [Workshop].”

Derek opened his mouth as if he’d been waiting for a chance to say those words, but there was a slight embarrassment in his expression.

...Still,

‘It’s impressive, to be sure.’

The space was grand enough to inspire awe.

Hidden away in the depths of the sewer was a [Secret Workshop].

The underground sewer.

One of the five legendary achievements attributed to the great war hero.

At first, all the nobles had protested, complaining about the budget, but after the war hero pushed through and completed the sewer, there were even tales of the kingdom crying out his praises.

And rightly so.

In the past, the streets were filled with overflowing filth, stagnant water reeking of rot—a common sight in the kingdom.

But with the sewer complete, the people gained access to clean water at a low cost, and public restrooms were established, meaning the streets were no longer littered with waste.

As a result, public hygiene improved, reducing cases of dysentery and fever, a truly monumental achievement.

“They say that since this sewer was built, no one dies from dysentery anymore. It used to kill thirty out of every hundred people, but now it’s down to less than three.”

“Did I ask for a history lesson?”

“I-I’m a History Department student, you know...”

“Ah, so the great History Department student decided to set up a workshop in the former king’s accomplishment?”

“T-this place was here from the beginning... And, uh... could you please keep this workshop a secret? If I get caught, I’ll be on the chopping block.”

“Don’t worry. Since I’m here now, I’m an accomplice too.”

“...I didn’t bring you here with that intention, though.”

With an awkward smile, Derek scratched his head, while Ihan quietly observed the workshop.

‘This is seriously loaded with cash.’

Ihan clicked his tongue as he took in the items filling the space, which measured about thirty square meters.

It was hard to put a precise value on the various objects, but each exuded a distinct energy.

A drawer filled with the scent of herbs.

It was packed tighter than any traditional medicine cabinet he’d ever seen, and each drawer had a unique herbal aroma.

A cauldron larger than any he’d seen gave off a powerful presence, and though the mortar and beakers looked old, they radiated an air of distinction.

It was like a fusion of an alchemist’s lab and an herbalist’s clinic—a blend of East and West.

“So, when did you put this space together?”

“Um... about a month ago? It’s still pretty lacking, though.”

“......”

“W-why are you looking at me like that?”

“...It’s nothing.”

Of course, it’s that status window.

Ordinary people would have to put in decades of effort to build a workshop like this, but he managed it in just a month?

The Thief class had its own set of advantages, and as shown by his powerful skill, Falling Thousand Blossoms, it had impressive skills he could use.

After the workshop was complete, the “Skill Unlocked” was none other than Falling Thousand Blossoms.

‘Falling Thousand Blossoms... it’s a real money-eater.’