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

"Excuse me. Sir Luke, Sir Garnett. Do you mind if I just talk to you for a minute?"

"What's the matter, Ambrose? Was there any trouble?"

"No, it's just a chat. About the information Gandalf and the others..."

I tried to encourage him to sit down in the right chair, but Ambrose didn't try to move with his back deposited on the wall near the door.

"I thought I should plug it in knowing the truth about my skills, but apparently it was a concern"

"With that said, you've known about this for a long time."

"Oh, there was a time when I was cooperating as a wizard in the study of neon scales. Expect that the study of skills will also improve the efficiency of self-modification. It didn't turn out to be the desired result."

Keep your voice down and have a conversation so you don't sound like a mark being helped to work on the other side of the same room.

The wizard, whose main purpose is research, has taken various means, including the modification of his own flesh, in order to achieve the realization of his research theme.

Ambrose was no exception, and his flesh seemed to be fortified by factors such as the Warcraft.

"Hey, the reason you started researching warcraft..."

"It doesn't matter that much. At the time of initiation of the cooperation, modifications were already under way to a considerable extent. But, well... you inspired me to cut out my skills and single them into Warcraft."

"... is it true that the guy who found out the truth has not gained new skills,?

"No case of rebuttal has been confirmed at this time"

After all, Ambrose's response was the same as earlier.

"But those who know the hypothesis of the example were just so-called well-rounded users, almost all of whom did not want to acquire any more new skills. This is the first time I've ever made a developing young man listen. Honestly, you don't know how to fall."

Ambrose's gaze about that - he hides his face with a cloth by way of example - seemed to be directed toward Garnett, not me.

Unlike me, who has only gained one skill so far and has no expectations in the future, Garnett is only sixteen.

Unless you're an exception like me, it's no surprise you're getting more skills from now on.

Garnett, noticing Ambrose's gaze, grinned invincibly as he lifted the edge of his mouth.

"What's going on? Are you worried about me?

"I think it's natural for people to think about what's inside their friends, but isn't it the same with silver wings?

"Thanks for that one. But I don't need it. I'm worried. God said something about faith, but that's not all, is it?

Garnett lowered his hips to the chair in the form of his back coming in front of his body, his arms on the top edge of his back, and his jaw on top of it.

"My skills are instantaneous muscle boosts, expositions of passive skills that bottom-up all kinds of physical abilities. Thanks to you, even a poor body can do a knight at one end (full)... I just prayed to the Knights Ichigo God, and you don't have all these convenient skills."

"I want a body strong enough to take revenge... you might have reflected such strong thoughts"

When I kept my mouth shut about what came to my head, Garnett made me laugh all the time to get my will.

You gain pseudo-magic (skills) by believing without questioning the existence of non-existent gods - this system did work, but never (...) hands (...) steps (...) in (...) (...) (...) in (...) (...).

This is just like an aid, so to speak, to make it easy for any human being to achieve.

Even if you don't believe in God's existence, if you want power with strong will, you should be able to acquire pseudo-magic (skill) on principle.

"If you're as bloody as the rest of us, you might be disturbed by the aid of faithless people. God, I can't stop looking for strength. It's a raw thing, so I might as well have a weird one-cushion."

"Besides, this guy is my amateur idea..."

This is a good opportunity. I'll try to be frank, too.

"... you don't necessarily need to keep the form of 'teaching skills in return for faith (...) or (...) ru (...)'. For example, the very qualities of skills are innate to everyone, and skills can be acquired by gaining training while believing in the corresponding God…"

"Totally...... apparently it was a really unnecessary worry"

Ambrose shook sideways as he sifted his head hidden in the hood and forehead.

Obviously, it was a trick that expressed frightening emotions, but the spearhead seemed to be directed not at me or Garnett, but at Ambrose himself, who could not anticipate our reaction.

"His Majesty the King has no intention of permanently concealing the origin of his skills. In the future, we want to learn more about how it happened, but we also want to build a new system that will gain the same skills as before. The debate leading up to this conclusion was quite controversial… I can't help but think that when we get to the same frontier, we're just getting old and hard-headed."

There were a lot of things I wanted to say about how old the hell you are and how big in my case you would have lost your faith a long time ago, but now I decide to keep it in my chest.

"Sir Luke. Perhaps you will be interested in studying this (...) Chi (...) et al. (...). Your" Right Eye of Wisdom "will also help with this kind of research."

"Stop it, please. That's just over capacity. I'm too busy anymore, I'm dying."

Garnett laughs nigga as she looks down at my side of the slack.

When you think you look like a laughing cat in an illustration of a novel book, that smile inadvertently produces softness, and the shade in your gaze also turns into something as if it were merciful.

"... Well, I don't care if I can't get new skills anymore. The power you give me is much stronger, and I can trust you."