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

The interaction with Sir William of the Knights of the Dragon King came to an end like a whispering chat with no particular problems.

It was a bizarre schematic of me stating my subjective assessment of Travis and Sir William listening to it with great seriousness, but at least it seemed I could provide as much information as the Drakes could convince me.

The fact that it was even the Knights of the Dragon King that Leila was passing on her thoughts to Travis was shocking enough to surprise me.

Well, it's natural to be passing on.

Even if he is not a knight, he is no different to being a courtier of the clan responsible for the core of the Kingsguard Corps, and if such a girl wanted to stay in the province, then her parents can't leave her alone without knowing why.

From there it can be said that information propagates to the clan, which is also at the core of the Knights, which is naturally the backdrop.

"(The Travis guy's in trouble, too. I can't even tell you about someone else.)"

When you think about what you're doing this kind of activity for, your busyness is also what motivates you to create fulfillment again.

When I opened the waiting room door, my opponent, who turns everything into joy into the difficulty of his role as head of the Knights, threw a glance at me just saying I was tired of waiting.

"Come on, Luke. I almost stood out in a bad way when I walked into a venue alone."

"Rest assured, my lady. I will be with you."

"You know... in these cases, the squire is a no-count."

I laugh unexpectedly at the interaction between Garnett and Abigail.

If I hadn't made it, the two of us would have offered to go to the venue, but apparently Garnett wanted to avoid it if he could.

But it's hard to imagine Garnett wanting to dress up in a place like this, so it's not the surrounding eyes that probably didn't like it -

"... what are you staring at? Is there some kind of makeup breaking down?

"No, it's nothing. You're doing a good job. Then it's time to go."

"Ooh... lead it right so you don't find out, huh?

"I know. I'll do good."

Take Garnett's hand and take Abigail to the nightclub venue.

It is a luxurious grand hall set inside the royal palace.

It doesn't seem to be a hobby of His Majesty, but if it were also to be a ballroom for a palace sitting in the capital of the Kingdom of Westland, it would still be something that would require a commensurate size and format.

The high ceilings are decorated by (...) et al. (...) et al. (...) and the live music played by the orchestra sounds spectacularly.

The prepared liquor and dishes are understood to be the finest without having to mouth, and the red carpet covering part of the floor conveys an elegant texture every step taken.

Taste in sight, hearing, tactile and olfactory sense.

The intention to make the power of the royal palace known to all the five senses of the guests is conveyed with a hint.

"That's amazing... it's so much bigger than the last night club..."

"Well, that was a private party the Count had at that time. The Royal Palace hosts are out of character."

Exchange words in a low voice so that they are not audible around you.

There was also the size of the venue and the number of people gathered, and even if Garnett spoke in his usual language, it didn't seem like someone else would listen to him.

"I guess these big parties are also essential to putting the kingdom together"

"Don't you understand? If the Royal Palace doesn't have the power to govern the continent, it's a real hassle."

"I said, I can't use force to make you understand, so when I let you know the power in this way..."

Economic power to hold large night clubs.

Influence that can invite dignitaries everywhere, including foreign forces.

Both are elements that, if converted to military, can increase military power in the form of squeezing out huge military budgets while taking many forces to their side.

If we are going to bring war to the continent again, we are clearly telling our guests that we are going to turn such a powerful force against our enemies.

Even the liquor and dishes on offer, if we look closely, offer a wide range of products from all over the continent, making it an appeal that every corner of the continent is under the control of the Royal Palace.

It's not hard to imagine that a lot of money is being thrown for this nightclub, but if you think it's an investment to keep the peace, then you can't seem to think it's a waste in general.

"For now, why don't you say hello to the king? It seems like the waiting list will be short now."

"Well, so is that."

Garnett urges me to sew between the beautiful people and head to the seat where His Majesty the King sits.

I can't help but breathe when I think that the wrong people along the way must also be the face of many of them with high status and power.

Happiness or unhappiness, it was just at a time when waiting for the order of greetings to His Majesty was decreasing, so I was able to move forward before His Majesty just waiting for a few people.

"Next, go ahead"

Upon the call of his squire, he advances forward and immediately pokes one knee and lowers his head.

Garnett is also thankful for the elegance he can't imagine from his usual behavior and perfectly performs the role as brilliant as it looks.

"Luke Whitewolf, head of the White Wolf Knights. I came up here."

When I greet Garnett as he taught me beforehand, I am still thrown by His Majesty the exact words I had heard beforehand.

"You've come a lot. Raise your face."

Keep your face up as directed but as you manage to contain tension.

Until this point, a procedure that doesn't matter with round memorization.

Later interactions are improvisational plays (add-ons) that we can only manage on the spot.

His Majesty, dressed in majestic attire, sat in a chair, and in the seat next to him was a beautiful woman of his age - not to mention Her Majesty the Queen of this kingdom.

She was also temporarily carrying the title of Adventurer… it was also a masterpiece that she had challenged herself in order to decide not to touch those who had solved the difficulties put forth by the Predecessor to marry her.

I looked further into the next seat... the girl who sat in a small chair all the way around turned her eyes to blatant for some reason... no, she was turning her whole face away.

I was so baffled by the strange reaction that I turned my eyes to Garnett in search of an explanation, but Garnett at the time also looked down subtly and laughed.

What the hell is this? What am I supposed to do?

His Majesty the King also noticed a different reaction from the girl present, who spoke to the girl in a troubled voice.

"What are you doing, Ezel? Say hello, too."

"... Huh?

When I heard the name and saw the girl's face, I wanted to praise myself for not shouting.

The girl scolded by His Majesty was the brave Ethel, who was no other.