Spending My Retirement In A Game

Chapter 940: Waffles

"Here you go, everyone," Eisen smiled, handing out all the items; the weapons, the armor, and everything else that the old man had just fixed up with his new mending polish.

"That was quick," Brody pointed out, raising a brow curiously. He was sitting on a chair in front of one of the ruined building's doors. They had set up their camp in something like a small farm's courtyard. Eisen couldn't help himself but grin a little at his friend's comment.

"Yes, I made something new. It should speed things up a bit. If anything gets damaged in the middle of a floor, I can fix it up really quickly now," Eisen held forward the small wooden tub filled with the pale yellow substance, "It's metal polish infused with the 'Mending' spell."

"Say what now?" raising his brow, Brody held out his hand, taking the tub from him, "Mending polish? You can infuse spells into something like this? Or did you put it on the tub itself?" he held the tub up to see if there was some enchantment carved on the underside. Eisen pulled up a chair and started to explain the process. Before he even finished talking, though, Brody already open his weapon storage.

Something like a wooden shelf appeared in front of him, with square holes in it. Each hole held a different scroll on it. Thinking about which one to pick, Brody quickly grabbed the scroll with a deep black handle. As he did, the shelf disappeared and he threw the scroll into the air. It quickly unfurled and revealed a number of different items hung up on it, as if they were being displayed on a wall. He pulled one of the weapons off the scroll. It was a spear, one of his more frequently used weapons. Each of Brody's scrolls contained a different 'set' of weapons. They were generally sorted by similar effects, elemental alignment, origin, and so on. Most of these weren't even made by Eisen, as Brody went around to collect old or rare weapons from all over the place.

"Do you mind if I..." Brody asked as he pulled a small piece of cloth out of his bag.

"Oh no, not at all, go ahead."

Eisen wanted to see how other people could handle this as well. It was always possible that he subconsciously manipulated the magic in the item to make it work properly, without even noticing it at all. But if Brody could use it without issues, someone that didn't even have the ability to use magic, there was nothing to worry about.

And as Brody started going over the item, polishing it, he raised his brow in surprise, "Shit, okay. This is actually working really well. There were a few scratches here that I haven't been able to get out no matter how much I tried. I was going to get these to you at some point, but... you know, I've got a ton of weapons to get through."

Eisen laughed loudly, "Just drop them off whenever you want, and I'll get them fixed up for you. Don't worry about how many there are. But until then, this should make it easier to do upkeep for your weapons on your own."

"You can say that again, this stuff is amazing. How much of this do you have?"

"Right now, that's the last tub. Sadly, enchanting things with spells works differently to abilities. Once the mana is used up, that's it. I'm trying to figure out a way to replicate the spell properly, but I'm not sure if it's going to work just yet. I'll keep you updated."

"Sounds good. Seriously, you could make a pretty penny with this stuff. Every country's military, every town's militia, even just individual warriors, are going to go absolutely feral for something like this. Plus, this is just..." Brody rubbed some of the polish between his hands, "Beeswax, crystal grits, a few extra oils, and then that enchantment, right?"

"Yeah, nothing too expensive. If my plan works and it's as easy to create more of the mending spell as I'm hoping, then we should be able to sell this for... 10%... maybe 15% more than regular polish. Maybe even more. But I'll leave that part up to Komer," Eisen laughed, "If things work out, I'm going to work out a couple different types of polish beside just the mending one, just so we have a selection to go with and put into our stores."

"Again, sounds good. As long as I get a steady supply of this stuff, I don't care what you do," Brody continued polishing the spear, and Eisen stood back up.

"Of course, just tell me when you run out for now. I'll be heading out for a bit now, by the way. Just to get freshened up a bit," the old man explained, opening the door next to Brody. It was the quarters that were picked out for Eisen and his direct group, meaning the kids as well as Sky and Bree.

"Ah, got it. Pretty sure your son made some waffles for breakfast. There should still be some in the fridge for ya," Brody explained, glancing at the old man, "So make sure you eat something, aight?"

"Yes, yes, of course," the old man smiled as he stepped inside the old house. The others were already sleeping, so Eisen didn't want to bother them too much. He simply sat down in the corner of the room, closed his eyes, and 'logged out' of the game.

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Benjamin stepped out of his capsule. As it usually was, his first stop was the bathroom so that he could get cleaned up a bit. Looking at himself in the mirror right now, he really should get himself cleaned up. He stepped back into his bedroom and grabbed a change of clothes. And once back in the bathroom, he grabbed his electrical razor and quickly started trimming his beard down a little. Not by a lot, basically just 'trimming the hedge' so that it looked a bit nicer and so that those few stragglers that kept sticking out were taken care of.

Once he was happy with this rough shave, he stepped into the shower and cleaned himself up. Benjamin could just feel the built-up sweat being washed away. At the end of his shower, he stepped out and quickly wiped the mirror down with his hand so that he could see himself.

Annoyingly enough, with one hand, he just didn't manage to wrap a towel around his hip as he usually would, and instead wiped himself down properly and put on his underwear and trousers. Then, he grabbed something he was actually quite annoyed by. One of those aerosol shaving cream things. Before Benjamin lost his arm, he used to use some actually decent shaving butter that he would lather up with a brush himself. It was a habit that he had built back when he ran around with a shaven face in his younger days, and though he only cleaned up the edges of his beard now, he still did the same every time. He didn't know what it was, but those creams in aerosol cans just didn't sit right with his skin. The whole morning ritual was ruined for him at this point. But with just one hand, Benjamin simply didn't have a choice, unless he mounted the jars and bowls on his sink so he could do it with one hand.

"... Actually..?" he thought for a moment, but instead just shook his head, as if trying to get rid of the thought. That felt like a waste of time at this point. Instead, Benjamin just spread the shaving cream on his face and grabbed his razor, quickly cleaning up the edges around his face. It's been a while since he looked this... well-taken care of, somehow.

He didn't know if it was because his human body was becoming healthier because of the dwarven and giant influences in his soul, but he was basically in peak form. Some, even if not all, of the wrinkles on his face had smoothed out, and his sunken cheeks filled back in. His muscles felt dense and he hadn't been able to walk around like this without his knees cracking in years and years. Even the dark circles under his eyes were gone, and his eyes that had lightened over the years were now practically glowing in the mirror.

It was... uncanny. Uncomfortable. Like all of this was proof he didn't belong in this world anymore. Clearing his throat, Benjamin pulled his shirt over his head and stepped outside. Even now, the shirt was tight and pressing onto his skin and muscles, though it had been hanging so loosely on his old shoulders just last year when he bought it.

He walked over to the kitchen, opening the fridge. Just as he was told, there was a plate with waffles right there in the fridge, with a small note on it, 'for dad. Just put it in the airfryer for a couple minutes to heat them back up'.

The old man smiled, quickly doing just that. He also grabbed a jar of cherry preserve; basically just cherries that he boiled the shit out of with some sugar. Stepping over into the pantry adjacent to the kitchen, he grabbed a jar of honey.

Once the waffles were heated back up, he got them out of the airfryer and topped them with the cherries and some honey. Though it was already late in the night, and these have been sitting in the fridge since the morning, Benjamin sat down and had a great breakfast.

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