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

I left it to Garnett to explain and monitor Sakura, and Sir Justin took me to the inn tavern (bar).

Only the accommodation facilities are quite expensive, and unlike the town's popular tavern, the interior and the guests have a calm atmosphere.

I just sat in the back of the counter and ordered liquor, and Sir Justin just cut to the point.

"Mark, you have a very strong interest in the East. Since I volunteered to join the club, I've been an enthusiastic, hard-working kid."

"Maybe the reason you went for a knight is also the Oriental Continent?

"You said in the interview, 'Because I want to make it easier for my parents back home'. On top of that, the motive behind our choosing was our interest in the Eastern continent."

"... it's an earache story"

I feel like my old away brother has shown me an exemplary answer to my life, and I smile unexpectedly.

I honestly praise others for their splendor, but this time it's totally my business, and fifteen years of guilt brings me sickles again.

"I won't hang up if I ask for my cursoriness, so let me shelf it for today."

"Be humble again. But in retrospect, Mark, you weren't trying to be aggressive about your oldest brother."

The liquor I ordered is poured into a small glass and transported quietly to us.

Highly frequent. Including a bite of it, I tried to move the subject forward from masochistic.

"... By the way, you looked so excited to just meet the Orientals. Wouldn't it be uncommon for the Purple Knights to make faces meet with the Orientals?

"Actually, it's not. It is common for Eastern trade to ship from the West (here) to the East (there), where people rarely tread on Westland."

A strong alcoholic (alcoholic) tingling irritation remains in the throat.

Smaller glasses make sense.

Unlike normal alcohol, it is not a substitute for drinking like water.

Perhaps it is difficult for Sylvia, Erica, and possibly Garnett, to include this hand of booze in their mouths.

"Besides, we limit the selection criteria for personnel to be sent to the Oriental Continent to those with a certain combination of practical experience and competence. First year knights are rarely chosen."

"Oh...... that's why you didn't like to spend time outside of the main business. Because I want to be able to get to the Oriental continent a little sooner..."

If I can figure out what's going on, I think it's natural to refuse to make a thorough move, even if you despise your commitment to me.

Even I would have done the utmost rebellion as far as I was allowed if I was about to be pushed to do a completely different job than an adventurer during the rush out times.

"Then you wouldn't have even been forced to choose him? You could have made other candidates, and you didn't have to send them out of Zijuan because dispatch wasn't compulsory in the first place."

"… there are three main reasons"

Sir Justin poured the liquor down his throat before daring to start telling him in turn why he had elected Mark as his candidate.

"One is because it will be for the White Wolf Knights. He was given the [deciphering] skills to read the emotions of the person who made the article or the sentence."

"... he's got that skill"

"Although I can only read residual thoughts of people who are still less proficient (level) or, in the case of copies and replicas, of people who have replicated them. I'm sure I can help you enough."

Certainly the skill seems useful.

If you take into account the mission content, you should often handle large quantities of material or look up items found underground.

Nevertheless, I didn't know he had the memory skills too.

I can't say what a coincidence it is.

"The second reason is because I thought it was for him"

Sir Justin continued his words with a smile as he looked down at the surface of the halved liquor.

"As you know, any skill is more likely to grow with responsive and stimulating experience, even in a small number, than with a number of simple experiences."

"Experience earners are better quality than quantity… that's what's often said in adventurers neighborhoods"

"… this is also about the third reason, but in the coaching opportunities we could give, we thought it would be difficult to gain a wealth of experience in his skills"

After pouring the other half of the liquor all at once, Sir Justin explained his last reason to his self-derision.

"Thirdly… it was for the Knights to be ashamed that they did not choose the option of sending anyone"

"And... you say?

"We the Purple Knights are one of the smallest organizations of the twelve existing Knights. Oriental trade is considerably less cargo than domestic trade routes."

So the Knights of the Guard didn't have to be massive either?

If you ask me, many of the goods imported from the East are preferences and conditioners, and the majority of them are happy but have no problem.

If the deal with the Orient were interrupted right now, what I would soon find problematic would be my inability to import tea leaves for tea.

Rich people will mourn the difficulty of obtaining silk (silk) and crafts, but it is hard to think that non-dealers' lives will shake.

"The vigilance against military threats in the East has also recently emerged as a strong competition (...) for (...) phases (...) hands (...). I had a sense of crisis that the existence of the Knights was diminishing, including the fact that the empires of the largest nations of the East were restricting trade."

"So I couldn't ignore this case to strengthen the presence of the Knights..."

Sir Justin nods silently.

It's a much heavier affirmative response than any word builds up.

"... by the way, what's a competitor?

"I'm Borderline Uncle."

Just asking for that title made it possible to guess the approximate circumstances.

"Until very recently, the borderline uncle on the eastern tip of the continent was a 'real borderline uncle' adjacent to a nation that did not follow the kingdom. But the nation also decided, with the activation of the Golden Tooth Knights, to finally come under His Majesty's control… although the formal annexation will be a little later"

The real Borderline Bob - the same special nobility as the Beaufort family, Theodore's home.

But the rationale for their particularity depends solely on their location, which is that the territory is bordered by the territory of another country.

"We'll be able to continue to treat you special in recognition of your accomplishments for the moment, but we won't be as good as we've ever been about military capability. Aside from the royal palace, only the Duke, the highest rank of the aristocracy, and the Real Borderline Uncle can hold a large private soldier."

"I see... they want to maintain their military power with vigilance over the Oriental continent as a big name... and if you make it your Knights, it's like suddenly the biggest commercial enemy has entered,"

Sir Justin laughed with a small leak of voice as to whether the metaphorical expression commercial enemies was interesting.

"As you can see. These are the Knights with narrow shoulders, so we also have limited resources to break them into coaches. Mr. Mark... I'm sorry I seem to use your brother conveniently..."

"A knight would have no choice. He was only exercising it because he was given the veto, and I think he would have obeyed it honestly."

I also drank up and made such a mockery of myself that Sir Justin couldn't beat me.

"Whatever, he's a man who's never been better than me."