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

For the first time, I decided to change the clothes I was wearing for a look and stop by the inn where Sylvia and the others were staying on my way home.

The purpose, of course, is to invite Sylvia and the others to a night club and give them an invitation.

It was such a sudden suggestion that I couldn't possibly decide that maybe I was already stuck with my plans, but still didn't even explain them.

Hild and Ambrose, returning to the temporary stronghold, and Chandler, the escort, break up on the way and take Garnett and Mark to the destination inn.

Along the way, the three of us walked down the main street along the canal, bringing to Mark a topic that had been spoken about in the pantry.

"You were kind of dead after the sight."

"It would be obvious. Who the hell do you think you were seeing? Instead, I'm surprised Lord Commander was okay."

Mark has emphasised the rhetoric 'Lord Commander' and has said it back with a slight aversion and a caged voice.

To be honest, I'm surprised I got through all this calmness with His Majesty.

With all the experience I've had, were I getting used to it while I was unconscious?

"Well, you, the White Wolf's, have been face-to-face with His Majesty. Is this the third time? No, fourth time?

Garnett puts in a cross spear laughing happily and gives a little bit to Mark.

"You've been told by Lord Sophia to 'come and study society as a knight', haven't you? Then get used to it while you can. You're going to be my sister's brother-in-law."

"... yes, that's it! What's incredible now!

Roughing up his voice, Mark turned to Garnett.

"Not if you just found someone to marry! Rather, it's too late! But the Argentinian lady? Besides, a pretty girl with all her eyes? I'm still not convinced!

"Oh... you're in trouble too..."

"What you say in front of yourself, it"

I suddenly lost momentum. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Garnett.

Will I get stuck in words when I can bump into objective ratings while I pull out about my sister (Alma) myself?

Makes me want to say I should get into the habit of looking in the mirror a little bit more.

By the way, I've made it a rhetoric that makes Mark think it's me in this case, but of course I'm really thinking about Garnett.

"You're good about Alma now. More than that, Mark. What are you gonna do with the nightclub? I think you should join us if you want to gain experience."

"... right. If you don't join us, Sir Sophia is going to mess with you later. But it could just be a figurine, like earlier."

"I think it's a harvest just to get used to the air. Whatever, just stand there like an exorcism so the weirdos don't speak to Sylvia and the others."

"I see... you have a point"

The second half was quite the part I added to the joke, but Mark has returned a strangely convincing reaction.

In retrospect of one incident last night, you still think you're going to need the guardian role of Sylvia and the others while I'm talking to the Duke and Senator.

In fact, both Sylvia and Marida are used to the profession of customer service, where they can hear from troublesome customers, and where the place can't be the only trouble.

"Lord Commander, by the way. It's not just a look, it seems like you're used to nightclubs, but do you have a lot of experience?"

"No way. I only walked into that venue once."

"Was it? Can I ask you how it went?

Mark has brought up a very difficult topic to answer as part of a very natural chat.

It's not like there's a reason I shouldn't explain it.

Anyone at that nightclub knows the backdrop, and rumors should be spreading from there.

I carelessly glanced at the party (Garnett) while connecting the field with the right gavel.

But when Garnett bluntly misses his gaze, he slows his gait easily and tries to follow us behind.

I'm not going to stop you, but I'm not going to stick my neck in it, something like that.

I can feel the strong will that the look on Mark's face when he remembers that one thing can't even be shown to him by the will.

"Right... I can't give you a detailed background. Do you know the former head of the Argentian family, the former head of the Silver Wings Knights, who still has a strong influence?

"Was it indeed Sir Rembrandt? If it's just a name, I know it."

"Sir Rembrandt is the owner of the old idea that" the power of the clan should be strengthened in matrimonial relations, "and his daughter Alma was also thinking about having (...) effects (...) for living (...)"

Mark slightly frowns.

He was my brother who hasn't been face-to-face in a long time, but apparently this guy hasn't stained his old thoughts either.

Is it the influence of Sir Justin's values that he has raised as a knight?

"So Sir Rembrandt took advantage of one of the Count's nightclubs, which had already made other daughters his daughters his daughters his wife, to try to look after Alma's fiancée. Ignore his will completely."

"It's a terrible story, but didn't Lord Commander go to that night club too?

"Oh. It was just before I realized that was happening, so I relied on a handover from one end to break in. As well."

While I was at it, it was a tremendously forcible force in retrospect.

I purchased information in exchange for Leila, a clerk who is part of a clan of leading knights, to introduce her to Travis, a thought-provoking A-rank adventurer and my friend.

Theodore, the A-rank adventurer, who is also the son of a leading aristocrat, asked me to write a letter of introduction to the night club, conditioned on his cooperation in his exploration.

Almost slipped into the venue and took Alma's (Garnet) hand, which kept rejecting the men.

"That's all I got in for, so to tell you the truth, I didn't do anything like a nightclub at all. So this is essentially your first time."

"... okay, that's enough"

Mark sighed in awkwardness and shook his head all the time, for Christ's sake.

"I wanted a reference to how I stood and behaved at a nightclub. I don't even want to hear about your brother's love affair. Totally, vivid"

"Ha, bad, bad"

A garnet walking behind me steals Mark's eyes and hits me in the back with her fist.

That was a contact that was not powerful enough to be described as beating, and that only conveyed the will to protest that it was too much talk.