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

After that, we boarded the carriage again and passed the examination safely, continuing straight down the main street of Wangdu.

It's a really busy city no matter how many times you visit it.

Countless carriages come and go down the main street, and countless passers-by come and go on the sidewalks at both ends.

The canals drawn from the neighboring Great River into the city were also filled with many ships loaded with various kinds of luggage to give a glimpse of the size of the economy.

That shipment was bought and collected from all over the continent.

The Wang capital is home to a large number of people from various regions, east, west and north.

What they need at work or in their lives, or the kind of preferences they are accustomed to in their homeland… so many chambers of commerce work to buy goods to meet such demand.

Also supporting this is a distribution network strewn throughout the continent.

The long and complex streets we have been passing have not only been able to realize the distribution of a scale that was not conceivable a long time ago, such as a canal with an axis of the Great River or a marine route halfway around the continent protected by several Knights.

And it is the person who made these happen that we shall soon see King Alfred - well, of course, it must have been natural that there was the hard work of the ministers in charge.

"We've arrived. Tell me when you're done unloading."

"Thanks. Get some rest."

Gratefully disembark from the carriage and look up at the destination you have arrived at.

It is a separate residence owned by the Knights of the Silver Wings, located near the centre of the Wang capital, in a section where Knights related facilities have been gathered.

"Isn't that a fine building? Sorry, Garnett. I didn't expect you to lend me this amazing."

"If you're thankful, tell your brother, not me. It's not our house, it's the Knights' property."

Well, I'll have to go say hello later.

The chat is there too, and I decide to bring the luggage I brought in the carriage into the building.

Though it's a good amount, if it takes six people, it'll be over soon.

"Admiral, I'll handle this big one."

Chandler lifts up a large piece of luggage, which he carries slowly into the building.

Only a trained combat specialist knight, physical strength is the best of us.

One less (...) year (...) trivially sees Chandler like that with a seemingly complicated gaze -

"Hmm? What's up, Sir Garnett?"

"No, nothing. I was just wondering if I was good at physical work."

"Heh... I see, is that what you mean"

Chandler laughs with an outspoken face.

I don't mind Garnett staring back at me uncomfortably, and I start to snort funny and deliberate.

"It's still fifteen or sixteen at best, isn't it? Bastards are gonna be big even from here. Back length (tappa) and muscles. Body building is part of the knight's job, so eat well and sleep well."

"... thank you. I can only hope."

Apparently, Chandler thought the emotions in Garnett's eyes were an envy or an aspiration for the inflexible flesh.

In fact, that's not a mistake, and even more so, it's just the job and advice is appropriate.

Rumors that Garnett is looking for strength will have reached Chandler's ears, and if he's a boy, there can be enough to grow yet another step from here.

But even though it's not lethal, there's one fatal error.

The garnet of the day is not a boy, but that the growing season is long over.

Back length growth is almost a blow to the head.

Not enough as a man, but close to normal as a woman.

Garnett is in a difficult position to hope for more if he thinks only of his physique by looking out for his skills.

As for Chandler, even if I said so in a pure favor, wouldn't Garnett be offended... where I had such anxiety, Garnett looked back at me.

And I made him smile the same as usual, as if to tell him I didn't think anything of it.

"Ma'am, there's not one way to be strong. Let's just get this over with."

"... so is that. The carriage rocked me for a long time. I can't help but hurt my body."

"Ha ha! You old bastard!

"He said you were only young. Mark over there looks just like me."

Tell me for yourself, but in Mark's case, it could be because I've been hanging on desk work all these days.

It seems like it would be a good idea to accompany the dungeon for another reason and encourage exercise.

When I walked into the building with my luggage, I went a little further back and somehow Chandler and Ambrose were rubbing it into my sight.

"No, your luggage is fine here. A few days at the most. That's where you're going, right? It's just a hassle to bring it in the back."

"No. Regardless of the other shipments, I'll have them stored in a locked private room with my signature on them. It's the same thing, not a few days, but a day's stay."

"What locks... you have a damn sturdy key in the front door too. Plus it comes with a silver wing guard. This building itself is a big safe."

Apparently, they have different opinions about where to carry their luggage.

I met my neighbor Garnett face-to-face and then ran over with my luggage to arbitrate the two of them.

Indeed, as Chandler said, much of the luggage is piled up in the hall (hall), which is just a short distance from the front door, considering loading it into the carriage on the way home.

The severity of the security is also right, and the property owned by the Knights of the Silver Wings, whose official duties are policing, is laid with the protection it deserves.

But I'm the exception. We have to lay a step above the rest of the baggage.

"I'm sorry, Chandler. Take that to the back room. Ambrose's signature box contains samples and mythrills collected in Athlopolis."

"Uh... is that what you mean? Roger that, Admiral. Say it first, Ambrose."

"That's the one thing I want you to check before you act if you have any doubts about the difference in treatment."

Ambrose opened his mouth to a sigh of sigh around Chandler's rear disappearing beyond the bend.

"Thank you, Lord Commander. Hi, outside the Knights...... Oh, of course I mean the Cucumber Knights. I tend to fail to communicate with outsiders. It really helps to have someone who arbitrates well."

"Well... I was as suspicious as I thought at first, too"

"Sure. I meant to behave naturally."

It sounds like a little laugh under a foredrop hiding your face.

After that unexpected reaction, I met Garnett face to face again.