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

On my way home from dinner, I break up with the others staying at the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion and Garnett and I walk the night road to the White Wolf Shop.

The midnight Green Hollow is thriving in the adventurer's business, and the knights in charge of policing are blinding their eyes to prevent trouble.

The increase in influxes is a typical factor in the deterioration of security, but thanks to additional marches by the Silver Wings Knights and the dedication of high-ranking adventurers, including Travis, Greenhollow remained as safe as before.

Walking in there, I spoke to Garnett with a voice to such an extent that no other passers-by could hear me.

"In other words, the bragging about a woman who fell in love... she said that there was a lot of suicide going on in that stream."

"Evil. Evil."

Garnett laughed a little in a non-evil way, then dropped the tone of his voice and gave him a modest smile.

"I was wondering what the hell was so fun about those people bragging about their hands. When it came to me, I thought, 'Oh, I see'... that's a strange story."

"I know how it hurts, but it's still too soon. In the meantime, when I announced the new (...) group (...) body (...) of examples, I also revealed that I was with your 'sister'... I guess the truth goes further."

There are too many factors involved in our relationship, and it's not easy to say or brag about it.

The Silver Wings Knights and the Argentian family.

The Royal Palace and the plan for the establishment of the new Knights.

Both are inherently problems in areas that are not borderline with the average person, and if they are to be involved in a mistaken and profound way, they are beings who do not want to ignore their intentions.

So I also take it for granted that I abide by confidentiality of information - and it's another matter of whether it's okay as an individual's mood.

"I knew the White Wolf's couldn't help but tell the others."

"That's right. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to brag to someone I know."

"Right. While (...) is being made new, you're the one -"

"No, not that way"

I would deny it in short words because it seemed to be misunderstood that you were talking about the Knights Symphony and the New Knights.

Garnett silenced himself with a constant expression, eventually strengthening the red flavour of his face, which was trendy under the influence of alcohol (alcohol).

"... uh, that way. That way, yeah."

"You bet. That's the most important thing to me. The only new title for a new organization is the means to achieve it. I'm not so busy as to mismatch purpose and means."

It was a vague way of saying things full of pronouns and euphemisms, like people who didn't know what was going on, but it seemed to pass from corner to corner without any deficiencies in Garnett.

On that evidence, a different light red color from drunkenness seeps into his cheek from earlier on, letting his gaze wander as he bitterly distorts his mouth.

"Are you the type to rap when you're drunk?

"Nothing? That's all I'm gonna say."

"... I knew you were drunk, you. Ah, damn..."

Garnett ran around in front of me only for a moment, stopping face to face in a reopened manner.

"Then why don't you just say, 'I already have someone inside (...) and (...) and (...) ru (...)'? I don't think it's a problem to tell Sylvia and the others about it. As long as you don't tell me exactly where or who you are."

"Maybe so... just on that spot, hey"

You saw me frightened, and Garnett just caught and folded up the edge of his mouth saying it was a one-turn offense.

I guess we didn't have this conversation until we got home if it was primitive, but the booze we just put in seems to be blunting each other's judgment a little.

Still, around insisting only on expressions that cover up the truth, the sense of duty that whatever happens must be kept secret does not seem loose.

"Dude, why don't you like it? It's not a contractual problem, and you can be moderately proud of it, okay? Besides, if you appeal properly, evil (...) doesn't come in, either, right?

"So I'm telling you, there's enough for suicide. What are you going to do when a young girl can't just be mixed up in a place where she's talking like that, but she's gone from herself to a booze dish?"

If I were to say on that occasion, 'I still can't tell you who it is, but I'm dating a woman on the assumption that she's engaged,' etc., it would have been fitting the question-attack from everyone except Garnett, who was swept down with all his might.

I don't have the same ruinous hobbies that throw themselves in as giant bait where the girls of my age enjoyed sex shacks in their dishes.

Sure, the rhetoric presented by Garnett may be valid, but the situation is too bad for whatever seat you just had.

"Well...... right. If you're going to get mediated by someone, you can say no the way you said you would."

"Whoa. Third parties aren't the only ones who should be on guard."

Garnett seemed to get unnecessarily drunk with excitement, poking me with a fist that gently gripped my chest.

"I don't know if he's got the first frame filled. Come on, you might be trying to break in from the side. I'm trying to prevent it."

"No way. It can't be."

"You don't understand, damn it! It's true! Normally!"

"... it hurts. It hurts. You're using a little reinforcement."

My strength gradually creeps into my fist poking small at my chest.

Where we were thriving in an exchange that only we could see in the corner of the alley - there was clearly a shadow in the corner of our sight approaching us.

Understanding that I had turned my attention to the suspicious person, Garnett also looked back with increasing vigilance.

"Oh, excuse me for this. Please don't be alarmed."

The man put his hand on his chest and bowed his head respectfully.

Garnett tries not to figure out who he is and get into a battle squad.

But I did recognize this person. Recently, too.

"You're the servant who was at Sir Theodore's villa."

"... of Beaufort? Well, I guess I don't remember."

"It's an honor for you to remember"

Anyway, I decide to ask a candid question to a servant man dressed in this fine garment.

"Can I help you? Another call from Sir Theodore or something?

"No, it's not about my husband. It is the hope of those in a position to mediate Theodore to meet Lord Luke of the White Wolf Forest."

Gather face to face with Garnett and then exhale briefly.

I don't have to ask why.

The projects I'm involved in right now are too much for a very good reason, and at this rate, they won't reveal who mentioned that.

"Is that now?

"Don't worry. It will be a while since you will leave after receiving our response. The exact date and time of the visit will suit Lord Luke's convenience."

"... who wants to see you,"

"I'm sorry. Forgive me."

It was a response as expected.

The average person would have said no on this occasion, but at any rate, this is enough to broker the Theodore of the Borderline House.

I'd say you don't have the option to say no from the beginning.

"Okay. I'll get back to you at a later date and time."