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

On the day of his arrival in the Wang capital, he spent the day loading luggage into a temporary base borrowed from the Silver Wings Knights and re-examining the details of his future activities by handing over the members.

At night, with Sylvia and the others who came to King's Capital to meet her grandmother Dorothea, we also enjoyed Southern cuisine that we couldn't eat in Green Hollow, but this is another thing from work.

And the next day - the original reason why the first came from here to Wang Capital.

It is time to take a look at King Alfred and report directly on the exploration of the Dungeon "The Ark of Elements".

"Ha... I knew you wouldn't be nervous..."

Exhale long as you wait in the royal palace's holding room.

The clothes that have been prepared for a look will feel cramped if I do it because I am not used to wearing them, and even the chairs I sit in will seem disproportionate.

"It's better for you to get used to it. You must have seen the cat I borrowed earlier."

"You have no choice. I didn't grow up like this."

Garnett wears clothes for men that suit the occasion, and he looks quite picturesque, even objectively.

This neighborhood is just once I was born as a courtesan of a knight's famous house and have just grown up as a warrant.

Damn, I'd like to apprentice a little bit.

"... a regular knight is usually a bad guy."

Garnett gazed at the diagonal side of the holding room, grinning bitterly at the stirring mix.

There Chandler clasped his collar breathlessly as he frowned, and Mark blued nervously and brought it to the wall.

"Whatever Mark the de newbie is, isn't that so muddled up to you? Still, I guess it's from the famous Takemen."

"My clothes are bad, my clothes are bad. It'll be cramped, but it's not. If it was my hometown, I wouldn't have had a problem with a full collar even in front of my lord."

Chandler says it back to his teasing mixed garnet mouthfeel, distorting his lips.

Indeed, the usual Chandler often wears clothes that make the brown-skinned torso look good.

Compared to that, there won't be any cramped clothing that's sleeping through here right now.

"That's you, 'cause it's hot in the South. This is just fine. Are you green hollow and you're cold the other way around? I'm gonna catch a cold over here."

"Nothing? Because you have the skills in the thermoregulation system. I still have a higher skill level. I have a slight chill."

"I thought it was cold."

"If you build your skills, you'll be fine naked in the snowstorm. I've never seen snow before."

"If you get naked in Green Hollow, we'll get you right away, okay?

Regardless of their familiarity with the outfit, Chandler seems to have a lot of room for them mentally around flying jokes like that.

The problem is more Mark's.

He's not responding at all to the conversations he's having up close, and he's blue-faced and somewhat bumpy.

"... you okay?

I'll just see if I can see it and speak up.

Then Mark looked up haha and stuck his blatant strengths and glanced back at this one.

"What is it? As you can see, it's nothing. Unlike Lord Commander, I've been trained as a regular knight."

"If you can cheer up, fine. But don't fall on the way. If you feel bad..."

"Not to mention being a guardian. I only think of you as the captain of the Knights."

Brother, I got stuck outside telling you not to face me, but apparently I could ease the tension.

That and the thought that had been filled with the sight of His Majesty the King was also assigned to the rebellion against his unfortunate brother, which would have weakened the psychological pressure.

Not that I have anything to think about either, but if it makes you feel any easier, let's just make it good.

"Well..."

Thinking it's time to be called in but it's not weird, the hall door opens and a shadow comes in for two.

I thought you were a pick-up samurai, but you weren't, and our team's Hild and Ambrose were just back.

"Captain Luke. I've finished preparing my handouts."

"I keep everything with the squire in charge. If you start looking, you'll be served without delay."

Hild's outfit was a costume for a look closer to the dress, in the form of a beautiful, bigger cloth over the head than a hood, fastened with a string like a cape.

It is made without discomfort, even as a courtesy garment of faith that is dressed to conceal the ears characteristic of the elf, but does not make it easy to expose the face.

Most importantly, His Majesty Alfred knew from the beginning that Hild was an exiled elf from the Northern Tree Sea Union - an exotic country present in the north of the continent.

This outfit would rather be a disguise against me or members of a group other than Garnett who were told who I was.

"It's you... you're dressed to see, it"

Garnett looked at Ambrose and gave him an indescribable look.

Ambrose outfits have hardly changed from normal.

His face is completely hidden by a foredrop or large hood with a pattern of eyes, his arms and legs covered with length clothes, and his occasional peeping hands wrapped in thick gloves.

"Look closely. The embroidery on the surface would be worthy of a glimpse. Because of these occasions, they are exclusively used. I care about the fabric, too."

"Well, if your majesty admits it, why don't you say so?"

"The ministers have accepted. But if you don't accept it, the Knights of Cui Eye won't be able to stand."

I was just a little envious of Ambrose for saying so plainly.

The Cui Eye Knights are on official business to oversee the wizard's activities, but the normal knights are a little heavier loaded because their work becomes too professional.

So, I'm adding the wizard to my regiment by nominating him as a knight and putting him in charge of a job that requires his expertise.

Ambrose is one of the knights thus recruited.

This means that they are knights who, like me, are not formally trained, and those who have an identity in the main business more than knights.

Maybe there's only a difference in the length of the experience, but I want to be able to behave naturally in these places, too.

And as if we had predicted that the White Wolf Knights were all here, the royal palace squire would finally come and pick us up.

"Dear Luke Whitewolf, Your Majesty the King is ready. This way, please."