My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I'd Open Up a Weapon Shop

When it was a while after Wang Du. Me and Garnett were relaxing on our journey to Greenhollow Town, rocked by Argentian-owned carriages.

We're just really rocked by a carriage because our devotees do the driving.

Naturally, I was going to have plenty of time on the move, and I was going to take on a variety of topics from either side to get into an irregular conversation.

- For example, until I came to Wang Du.

The day after Garnett sent out the real situation... concealing an order from his father, the former Knights Commander, to "attend a noble night club to look after his fiancée," he even restored a letter from his father to a clap that Erica had [repaired] the documents he had wrongly discarded, so that he knew the real situation.

That he did everything he could to extract information from Leila by promising to introduce Travis, or to have Theodore, his noble son, write a letter of introduction on the condition that he would accompany him in his quest for dragon entanglement, and that he immediately headed to King's Capital in the name of his business partner's trip to the headquarters of the Sundial store.

The general circumstance was also communicated during Wang Du's stay, but this is the first time I have been allowed to ask him how it was done in detail.

While we were talking about this, Garnett had been smiling in a good mood, and this one had enough trouble putting his gaze away.

- For example, about what happened in King's Capital by the time I arrived, and about the Argentinian people.

It was his father Rembrandt who met him at the night club seat.

A person who dragged on old-fashioned old values, he also asked Garnett to find a fiancée, based on the idea that it was important to strengthen ties with other clans by marriage.

There were other brothers and sisters (today) in the Wang capital, other than Captain Carmine.

First, Valentine, the second son of the Argentian family.

I've always hidden my skin with gloves and a coat, covered even my neck with a white mask with no holes, and I've never seen a face since Garnett was attentive either.

It is said to be due to injury and illness, and it appears that the cause of his inability to succeed him even after the death of his eldest son is around here.

This man rarely even showed up in his body, and he didn't even attend the example night club.

The other is Scarlett, the eldest daughter of the Argentian family.

He is married to a Count who is quite financially proud of it, and he says he is proud of it, and his values are fundamentally different from Garnett's.

The Count is the organizer of an example nightclub.

I also saw the Countess entertaining visitors from afar, so I only know her face about Scarlett.

Scarlett was certainly beautiful if assessed objectively, but she didn't resemble Garnett at all, either because she was a different mother's sister or because of her physique and face.

"Well, as far as you're concerned, what about a woman like that?

"What is it, suddenly? I don't care what they say..."

While I'm confused by a question that's too abrupt, I'll just consider answering it.

Nevertheless, I only witnessed Scarlett so far away that I don't have any evaluation criteria other than appearance.

"... if you say it just by its appearance, it won't interest you that much. I think she's beautiful, but she's too flashy, or she can see the stabbing through."

"Phew... I'm sure it doesn't suit you"

With that said, Garnett grinned.

I just wanted to say an invincible laugh that makes me look like a little fool...... but because I've seen this guy's face for a long time, I could assume another true meaning was hidden.

For example, this expression would have overwritten the smile that comes naturally for joy with a deliberate invincible grin.

Of course I wouldn't put it in my mouth and point it out. Just watch without saying anything.

It would be tough if they tried to kick me in such a narrow place.

As I vaguely pondered what the next topic would be, the man holding the carriage's reins opened a small window and spoke to us.

"Dear Garnett, I see the next street inn. I'd like to give my horse a rest. Can't you take a breather?"

"Right, you want to take a break? White Wolf's, too, okay?

"Oh, you're just in time for lunch."

Accommodation is provided along the main streets at regular intervals.

Apart from meals and lodging for travellers on foot, this facility is well equipped to rest horses and generously supports their journey by carriage and horseback riding.

Moreover, he has kept several horses at all times, making it possible for the forcible army to transfer horses even in cases of extremely sudden need, if they are run to the limits of their health.

These street inns are, so to speak, stalls that support the Imperial transport network.

The carriage enters the premises surrounded by fences.

We were on our way down to the dining room and the carriage was transported to a dedicated area for each horse.

"For now, we'll have lunch here, and tonight's inn is a street inn about two or three miles away. What's the White Wolf's gonna be?

"Is the Inn's recommendation meat pie... then this is it. You got, like, two days till Green Hollow? When the souvenirs I sent earlier arrived, I wondered if they would fit."

The Kingdom of Westland is vast anyway, just because it holds a large part of the continent in its prints.

Using an excellent network of streets can take days to travel from city to city.

In the meantime, I finish my lunch with Garnett and glance at the Royal Palace newspaper (Gazette) that was placed in the dining room to kill time for the horses to rest.

It is also a benefit of the development of street networks that information has been exchanged more rapidly.

Even when I was active as an adventurer, I got a lot of information from a guild paper.

"Mmm, that's awesome. It's already on the story that the Night Ripper case is solved."

"What do you mean, we got run over by that information on the way?"

Garnett laughed delightfully as she picked the dried fruit she ordered for dessert.

The Ripper of the Night (Night Ripper) - a series of murders that rocked the King's Capital for a long time.

I never dreamed I'd be involved in that resolution, but apparently my name hasn't been officially announced, and on paper it just says' Private collaborators, including adventurers'.

Unexpectedly relieves me when I see it.

It is undoubtedly dangerous for the name to spread in this way, because it is not always possible that there are not lurkers behind the fake of Azure and Pinky, who seem to be the culprits, who can be called the masterminds.

I turn the page of the newspaper as it is, and I get unexpectedly blinded by the next headline sentence.

"Arklight Bridge, Collapse......? The cause is the clash of the Warcraft Sea Serpent traced back from the sea... the point of appearance is a submarine dungeon... the Warcraft has already been crusaded by the brave, but the restoration of the bridge is yet to be determined..."

"Whoa, isn't that the bridge you're planning to pass on your way home? I'm not kidding. Can't you [repair] it?

Ask what I read and Garnett frowns too.

"I don't care about not looking at the scene. If most of the rubble is at the bottom of the water, we might not be able to fix it."

Fold the newspaper on the table in a sigh mix.

Apparently, the way back to Green Hollow isn't a glimmer either.