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

A mansion standing in the first class of the Wang capital - the Argentian mansion.

After finishing his dinner with Luke Whitewolf (later), Garnett had taken to the Argentian mansion, which he could call a one-off home, visiting the study of his father, Rembrandt Argentia.

The conversations that are held there are not amicable parent-child exchanges, etc.

It is a status report, so to speak, drawing a line between those who have severed their relationship with each other.

"... and what is the status quo of Luke, Momo, Luke Whitewolf in the White Wolf Forest"

Sir Rembrandt asked without glancing at Garnett, keeping his gaze off the material at hand.

"If that's enough to raise the profile of my Argentinian family, fine. If it's not powerful, then... you know it."

I didn't even have to be questioned now.

I have long been aware that my father (this cousin) is the bearer of such values.

Strengthen your personality through marriage - a means of prosperity that not only looks at marriage to a powerful home, but also at increasing your subordination through marriage to a subordinate family.

Although it was common in wartime, this person continued to work hard to preserve the values that became outdated after unification progressed.

But when I say understated households, I would never shake my neck vertically unless it was someone who would benefit the Argentian family enough.

It is not easy to overturn the values that have been stained over the years.

Perhaps this man will end his life without rethinking outdated ideas.

The option of cutting off the edge also always existed, but in pursuing the mother's feud - the misrill trafficking organization Agate Lamb - it was not a good idea to make the relationship with her parents worse.

For this reason, cutting off from my parents' homes had been turned into a means of virtually impossible execution.

But Luke chose me after knowing everything.

Just thinking back to that moment filled Garnett's heart with warm joy at all times.

"Naturally. Perhaps in the future, we'll be crossing the Argentine family."

"Funny joke."

Sir Rembrandt heard the second half of Garnett's remarks as a joke that was neither laughing nor angry, not enough to take.

Although Garnett narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction with this, he continued to report the status quo without further objection or reference.

"... only Knights of the other Knights in office at this time are seconded from Honeyscales (Koshi Irin). Others are in the process of selecting a candidate for the Knights of Purple, which, on a personal note, will probably be confirmed by the current candidate."

For those close to Garnett in Green Hollow Town, it may be so polite a word or deed that they have to doubt their ears, but it's just that they naturally wear behavior according to time and circumstances.

Because Garnett was born as an undisputed courtier and grew up as an authentic knight, as Luke occasionally makes light mouth ingredients.

"Hmmm...... will it still be"

In response to the topic of dispatch of personnel from each Knights to the White Wolf Knights, Sir Rembrandt appeared to have shown a slightly stronger interest than Luke's earlier topic.

"Two people at the moment is lower than I thought..."

"It won't even be possible. Even though travel to other regiments is rare in itself, let alone this time an unprecedented new Knights. Be careful everywhere."

While that is being said, Sir Rembrandt's gaze is directed at the documents at hand, not at Garnett.

"According to the information this one purchased on its own route, it looks like the Dragon King Knights intend to match the dispatch. Because of the role of the Kingsguard, we can't afford to split the personnel far..."

"If you return the back, you should assume how much happened in the back, assuming the Dragon King sent a knight over. Keep an eye on trends in the future. So..."

Told him that in an administrative manner by the time it was thorough, Garnett tried to quit his father's study.

But on its back, Sir Rembrandt's voice is thrown at an unexpected time.

"It is not the Dragon King who deserves attention. It's the Duke of Kingswell. Think there's always something behind his actions."

Garnett stopped the hand he was reaching for the door knob and looked back immediately.

"... that the Duke could betray the kingdom?

"It's not. It's impossible for that man to betray His Majesty and his kingdom. But... it's not a betrayal, it's a good idea to try to fulfill one's purpose."

"Somehow... I thought it would be"

"Don't just be alarmed. Assume more skill than you've ever assumed. Because the Duke of Kingswell..."

Sir Rembrandt lay down his papers and looked straight at Garnett for the first time since he came here.

"... the man who once offered His Majesty an army that decisively defeated the Silver Wings."

After Garnett left, another person visited Sir Rembrandt's study, trying to replace it.

A skinny man with no skin exposure whatsoever.

He hides his hands in white gloves, wraps his limbs with long sleeves and long hems of outfits worthy of a clan of knights, and covers his head with a white cloth covered like a mask.

Although unusual in appearance, it was accepted as extremely natural in this Argentine family.

"Valentine."

"I made a mistake with Garnett in the hallway earlier. From what I've seen, you haven't told us about the example yet."

Valentine Argentia, second son of the Argentian family.

He is a person who, while in a position to succeed the governor by the death of his eldest son in battle, fails to fulfill it by any circumstance and continues to hide his face in white mask.

The public is also told that during the war he was seriously injured and no longer able to perform his parental role, that he was exposed to illness and skin, or that he was cursed and forced to hide.

The only thing that was certain was that he was not the one who succeeded the Argentian housekeeper, but the third son, Carmine Argentia.

"Do you mind? If a (...) le (...) knew, it would definitely excite you. Whatever, from the ingots seized at the Mithrill Processor's workshop, which provided the Night Ripper with the murder weapon."

"- Some of the misrills sold by Agate Lamb and impurities of the same ingredient equivalent ratio were detected. Wang Du's alchemist is just brilliant. I didn't expect to unravel that in this short period of time."

Regardless, impurities in this case are not those resulting from the immaturity of the purification technique.

Trafficked tissues (agate rams) are not only pure misrills, but also distribute cheap (...) products (...) that dare to be depreciated by inappropriate mixtures.

The fact that the ingredients matched meant that the engineer who built the murder weapon on the serial killer in the example was being supplied with illegal misrills by no other Agate Lamb, and even...

"Because I won't tell you?

"Carmine will teach you if you have to. You don't have to hit extra hands to create risk."

Sir Rembrandt slowly turns the chair and throws his gaze at the night view outside the window.

Looking at her later appearance, Valentine exhaled briefly under the white mask.

"... as far as I'm concerned, I'd like you to work harder on me. Even for me..."