The "All Things Recyclable" shop was dimly lit.
The old elf was wearing a pair of Runic glasses and holding a ruler, gesturing over a pile of dust-covered ancient parts on the counter.
"The alloy formula for these drive shafts has been lost. Even though their precision has degraded, melting them down will let me extract a good amount of 'Thorium'."
The owner muttered to himself as he jotted notes in a black notebook, like a miser counting every last penny.
Allen sat on a high stool across from him, fiddling with a scrapped ancient core. His expression was calm, but inside, he was running through his repair list.
'Recast PX-0's left arm, repair its armor, replace the Spider Slayer's "battery"...'
"Four thousand two hundred Magic Stones in total." The owner took off his glasses and rubbed the slightly red corners of his eyes. "My friend, I'm already offering a premium. After all, aside from melting them down, these things are only good as collectibles."
