The Skill Collector

"That's why. I want you to buy out all your skills and sell your combat skills."

I got a buyout and a sellout request at the same time, but I'm having trouble reacting.

All I was upset about was "I want my rejuvenating skills!" and maybe since your rich lady forced you to.

The brilliant, gray-haired old man in front of him accumulates so much knowledge that he is called an old sage, nurtures outstanding students as a teacher, and is a respected figure by many.

The summoned residence is also a splendid mansion, where maids and deacons are naturally present.

"Uh, do you really sell them all? You know your skills."

"Regardless. Was it" instant memory, "" fast reading, "" computation, "" comprehension, "" knowledge, "" appraisal, "" education, "" memory "? Whoa, can you just leave 'memory' behind? Others are already in this head as knowledge. I don't need it anymore."

I'm surprised at the number and content, but all the more liver loss has reached level 20.

The skills you deserve to be called a wise man are lined up all the time. Anyone who wants just one of them will be like a mountain.

Even so, they are trying to sell most of it at all costs.

"That sounds pretty capable, too,"

"I guess. All knowledge has been sought and skills utilized up to this year. I've memorized every book in the city's library. I read all the literature, gathered rumors of people, and as a result... I learned of your existence, called a skill collector"

That's awesome. I'm not bragging, I'm talking pale.

If you are blessed with all this skill, have you not forgotten your efforts and pursued your knowledge, even though you say it is an easy life without having to make an effort?

"It's an honor to be in the sage's ear."

"I don't need that kind of rhetoric. The answer I'm looking for is possible or not"

"It's possible. However, they are all expensive skills, so when it comes to seven, the purchase amount will be out of digits. Hand-held enough or not"

A number of skills that are in demand for merchants and officials. Besides, when you are above the twenty level, you have to have a hell of an amount.

"I don't mind a hundred grand for everything like that."

I looked unexpectedly at the words of the old wise man, who had spoken absurdly.

I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know the value of my skills. Decisions based on understanding everything.

It's an overly delicious business deal, but that makes me more alert.

"Excuse me, this is just too much for me to gain unilaterally, so I have trouble reacting"

"Hmm, so is that. So tell me why. In this year, I have looked at various books seeking knowledge only. I took that for granted, and I never even questioned it. But as I grew older, the question arose as to whether I could keep doing this. At this age, as you can see. Even if I live longer, can I live another decade? Then I wanted to abandon myself and live as a new adventurer."

A desire to be reborn. That's not much to hope for.

I want to be 'lucky'.

Sell me your 'charm' skills because I want to be hot on people.

Do you have 'muscle strength' because you want to do something about your frail body?

I've heard so many requests. But this is unexpected or something.

But as long as you keep 'memory', surely other skills are useless no more. Because there is a vast amount of knowledge in that head, and you will never forget it because of the benefits of your skills.

Fulfilling my desire for knowledge made me want to live a second life. Something like that...... There could be that kind of old age.

"The skills that I seek are" swordsmanship, "" strength, "" power, "" resilience, "" latent, "and" tail. "Is that possible?"

"Well, there is."

"Even so, you don't have to be at a high level. I don't mind level five. to make up for this old body."

I've just spoken to you about your level. If the level of "appraisal" is high, it is possible to check the skill level of the opponent, but the value should not be visible at the level of "appraisal" of the old sage.

"Hmm, you sound surprised. If the 'appraisal' is at a high level, do you see it? You don't look like a crocodile, but that's what the book says."

"You're an expert."

"Because I have the skills of knowledge."

I laugh niggly as I grip my white, fine beard with my fingers. He's an old man who can't eat.

"No further explanation will be necessary to you, the wise man, but let me explain once and for all. Something called skill is not omnipresent. For example, if a master who was born with" Swordsmanship "level 10 and has no experience in battle and brushed his arms in action and training without swordsmanship skills, he is the master to win."

"I know. Simply not represented by numbers, but if you dare to quantify... even if the original ability is 0 and the ability of the 'swordsmanship' skill is added, it will only be 10 at 0 +10. If a master's basic abilities are comparable to swordsmanship skill level 20, he or she can prevail without swordsmanship skills. Of course, that's not all. It also involves a lot of battle experience and experience in action."

I'm just a wise man. This description seems useless.

Skill is a force added to ability. The forged body is strong enough without skills. However, it is more advantageous to have skills if the physical abilities are equal or slightly inferior.

"You didn't need an explanation, excuse me. The skills required are not that expensive, so I can afford a change from the purchase price."

"Hmm, so can you color the skills you sell me? Right, it would help if you could sell 'tails' and 'latent' at a slightly higher level"

"Okay, so. Thank you."

This one still makes a lot of money, but let me try to make you sweet.

The old sage didn't explain it because he would understand, but he would need to be available in that person's skill slot to buy skills. There is a limit to the number of skills a person can possess by birth. In the case of the old man, all skill slots were filled, but this time, seven were sold, which made them vacant.

Put in the skills you bought there and it will be over. Money doesn't mean you can get as many skills as you want.

As I reached out to exchange the handshake of the conclusion of the business, the door of the old sage's room opened with a rattle of noise.

"Grandpa, are you done talking?

A little face out of the gap in the door was the girl who left her face with the childhood she looked like in her mid-teens. From talking, is it the grandson of the old sage?

He also looks like a boy because of his short cut hair, but looks good on him.

"I'm just finishing up. What's wrong with you?

He looks harsh when he says he's talking to his grandson. It doesn't seem to be an unconditional and kind grandfather to my grandchildren. As it looks, is it strict?

"Tomorrow, I'm going on my first adventure, so I'll let you know."

"Hmm. You know that adventurers are dangerous jobs, right?

"I know, you've said it many times. Grandpa is really worried."

The granddaughter-like girl is smiling and treating her without flirting with a strict old sage.

Is the girl's liver ball big or is the old sage actually sweet against her looks? I just met him today. I can't judge myself.

Relying on 'psychology' would make it easy to spot it, but it would be wild to use it in a context of nothing.

"Mostly, I went for an adventurer because my grandfather told me all kinds of funny adventure tans before I went to bed."

"I regret that, now. As I said before, I chose an adventurer by pushing the opposite of me. I will never return to this house again."

"I know. Tomorrow is my last day with my grandfather, too.... Sorry to bother you, customer. Grandpa, like that, but he's actually a sweet guy. So don't be scared."

"You don't have to say anything extra. If you're done, get out of here."

"Yes, yes"

She's bright and nostalgic. Looks like tomorrow's the adventurer's debut, based on the conversation.

I'm sorry that I was unauthorized, but as a result of having my skills examined in "Appraisal," "Bow Art," "Phantom," "Health," "Sign Detection," "Jun Min," "Eagle's Eye," and as an adventurer, it was a pretty privileged skill composition.

"I'm a collector. I think I saw your skills."

"Did you find out? Sorry, it's like an occupational disease."

"I don't care about that. Can I be an adventurer with my granddaughter's skills?"

What the girl was saying doesn't seem to be a lie. It comes from the atmosphere that I think of my grandchildren and worry about them. Although my expression remains the same.

"Right. Pretty good. If you get the experience right, can you keep your name as an adventurer?"

"Right...... I hope you don't sit on top of your skills."

You look happy though. Just a little, my cheeks are loose.

Talent is enough, but adventure doesn't know what it is. The old sage's worries are targeted. I guess that's the word because you're an old man with a lot of knowledge and experience.

My leg stops unexpectedly just before I get up and walk out the door because a business deal has been concluded.

"I wish I could imitate the devious."

A slight voice I would have missed hearing if I didn't have 'listening ears' skills. I decided to serve the old sage who led me to my grandson.

The next day, he sits on a square bench with a good view of the Adventurer's Guild and observes the area.

If today is the debut of the old man's granddaughter, he should be assembled in the Adventurer's Guild.

An adventurer is a person who makes requests for demonic exorcisms, escorts, chores, etc., a bad way of saying it but is like a store for anything. It goes without saying the danger, as it is often involved in combat.

Adventurer Alliance is the organization that divides those adventurers.

My granddaughter has found out her face, so I used "disguise," "cover up" and "sign manipulation" to watch people go with their presence gone.

"Whoa, you're arriving for your granddaughter's party"

Since there is a little distance, increase the magnification with "Chirii Eye" and observe carefully.

Daggers and good quality bows in light armor gear. The three of us are in total and our skills are not unbalanced. I just want another buddy or so, but, well, I guess I can feel safe with this.

Yesterday, I decided to keep an eye on the old man's grandson for a day to thank him for making money.

It's also a service from goodwill, but I've always wondered, and it was also to make sure.

Take enough distance from one line of granddaughters leaving the city and start tailing. Selling 'tails' to the old man has dropped slightly, but he's still at a high level in this state.

Interestingly enough, this system of 'buying and selling' only three levels of 10-level skills leaves your skills at seven levels instead of disappearing. Higher level skills hardly resonate where they are sold a bit.

Levels have dropped slightly, but few will notice my tail.

A few hours later, I ran into their first battle.

That was a steady battle to defeat your enemies at risk and not to think of as a debut.

This will reassure the old man.

Then he watched them hunting until before sundown and stopped tailing them when he returned safely to the Adventurer's Guild.

I walk up near the entrance to the Adventurer Guild, where I put on a hooded black robe and put my hand on the shoulder of the person peeking into the guild.

Someone who's been following her all day, just like me. The majority of the reasons I wanted to tail my granddaughter were the existence of this person.

You must have been surprised when he suddenly put his hand on his shoulder. Bickling and whole body shake vertically.

The fearful looking back man's face looked familiar.

"How was your grandson's activity?

The person - the old sage who yesterday asked to buy and sell skills.

I'm trying to say something with my wandering face, picking a splendid jawbeard, but I'm too surprised for words?

"You switched skills for this"

"Have I found out? Here's where my grandson might find me, let's move the place."

Enter a nearby restaurant and order snacks and drinks.

The old sage in front of him exhales loudly when he removes his hood.

"How long have you known?"

"Has it been since I met your granddaughter yesterday? The skills purchased were also better suited to bandits than adventurers. After I've sold my skills, I'm going to see if I can use them for criminal purposes for a while."

Examining the target audience before selling their skills is indispensable, but it may still differ from the actual information.

So after selling it, the person decides not to use it for evil or to keep an eye on it. … based on past experience.

Keeping an eye on the client's body this time will be a complete service, but due to the old sage's chosen skills and worrying about his grandson, this development was predictable.

"If we find out, we need to fix it now. Yeah, I'm worried about my granddaughter. I already sang about my life. I don't care whenever I die. But my precious daughter left me... I can't stand losing just one grandson"

So I sold my skills to create a vacancy and asked for the skills I could just keep an eye on my adventurer's granddaughter there. He's a really nice grandfather.

"How was it, a day, but keep an eye on it"

"I think it's going to be okay. Still... I can't stop worrying."

That would be so. Even if I'm safe today, I don't know what life has.

Even if you come home intact, your worries will never go away for the rest of your life. That's family.

"Do you plan to keep following me all the way?

"As long as I had this body, I was planning on doing so... but by myself, there was a lot of inconvenience and it was easy to die"

Though he's bottoming up his physical abilities with his skills, he's an anxious strength to fight alone.... Though it was softly given more than the desired skill level.

It would be quite possible for an old sage to lose his life while watching.

But I was looking at the old sage yesterday through today, and I've had my doubts.

"Why do you care so much about your granddaughter? Honestly, it even seems overprotective."

"Reason. Well, that's all they've seen, and they need to hide it. This is an atonement. It's an atonement for my wife and daughter."

As soon as I uttered the word, I sighed loudly... spitting out every soul.

Vain eyes and a mouth with a masochistic grin. I don't think I'm a man called an old sage, I have a tired old man in front of me.

"I drowned in my skills and kept asking for knowledge. The only desire I have is to gain knowledge. Everything else bothered me. In the midst of those days, I was introduced to one woman, that was my wife"

Normally I'm not even interested in people's erotic shakedowns, but I have to sit back and not listen to this story.

I had an intuition that that was all the old man's talking past was worth.

"At the time, Washi, who had spared no time doing his chores, considered his wife a substitute for the housekeeper and married her. It's a terrible story, but I didn't even try to remember their faces. I just wanted someone to take good care of me, that's all."

I guess I regret the time, my far-eyed eyes stained with colour of penance without light.

"Still, I was going to wear a false mask and run a good couple life myself. One day, I was advised by my surroundings to keep having competent blood, and I became a child even though I was not on board. My daughter, born with all the expectations around her, was... incompetent."

"Incompetence...... So you're talking about a child born with no skills."

When we do business like this, information about skills comes together naturally, so the existence of incompetence is familiar.

In fact, I've witnessed several times people who don't have a single skill, and the guests also have incompetence...... doesn't matter now.

"I am incompetent with a child who owns a number of competent and high-level skills. I was surprised by that, but above all, my wife was in shock. But I didn't realize that at the time. No, I didn't even try to notice... Being incompetent had made me less interested, and it didn't matter if my children or my wife existed."

Honestly, I think it's a terrible story. I seem to regret it, but when I think about my children and wife at the time, I don't feel sorry for the old sage.

"I honestly didn't care when I got a report from my daughter that I was getting married. And when a few years passed, a change of heart came to the eagle. I'm tired of asking for knowledge. … I read through the books all over town and went to neighboring countries, but the books that already satisfy my desire for knowledge… were nowhere else"

It is said that having finished reading the library books of this city, said to have the most books in the world, is tantamount to having read seventy percent of the books that are popular in the world.

Normally, it's not something you can read through over your lifetime, but it's not difficult if you have "fast reading," "instant memory," "knowledge," "comprehension," and "memory."

"So I finally decided to turn my attention to my family. But that was too late.... My wife and daughter were both infected by an epidemic when I confronted my family. With my knowledge of the eagle, it was easy to find signs of illness. And the initial treatment saved my wife and my children."

If an old wise man had gained immense knowledge, that would certainly have been possible.

"There's no way to save two terminally ill people, all I could do was watch them take their breath away. And the last thing my wife and daughter entrusted to me... is my grandson. Since then, I guess it hasn't even been a sin, but I've been watching my grandson grow. I want to keep an eye on my grandson until that moment, when I take my breath away. That's all."

He was my shitty husband and father. and the old sage who monologues.

An old sage who regrets his previous life tries to live for his grandchildren until he abandons the skills that have supported him.

As a person, as a skill collector, I want to respond to that thought.

"If you really want to throw away everything about yourself, but watch over your granddaughter's future, you have the skills to keep it. You had one extra skill slot, didn't you? Buy this and you may be able to watch your granddaughter until the day you finish your life"

"You have that skill! I'll pay you as much as I want! Please, let me buy it!

The first time I revealed my emotions in front of me, I grabbed my hand.

My thoughts about my grandson are so painfully conveyed.

"Okay. But it's expensive. This skill is special and you will need a minimum level of 50 to sell it to you. When it comes to selling that high level of skill, you need to throw out all your wealth. Well, what do you want to do?

"The answer is settled"

I glanced at my eyes from the front and nodded once and for all to the old wise man who responded instantly.

The next day, watching the Adventurer's Guild from the square in the same way, my granddaughter's party came out. Today, unlike yesterday, there is one more member.

One man with a stern face at the age of a man platter. I haven't even grown a barren beard and my hair is red to burn because I dyed it with a special dye.

He carries a brilliant long sword on his back because he is good at swords.

He picks up conversations in "Listening Ears," but his granddaughter talks to him unilaterally, and he seems to be the best at hammering him.

"The old sage seems to have made a good rendezvous."

Yesterday, I received from the money the old sage sold the mansion, excluding the retirement money he paid the servant, and sold one certain skill.

The skill is called 'young making'. There used to be a request for 'rejuvenation', so while walking around in search of it, I have visited a village with a species called Elves, which continues to maintain a long life, beautiful and young body.

At that time, I looked into my skills, but they all possessed the skills of 'longevity' and 'young making'. Apparently, he was born with the skills to prepare for his species, and thanks to this, he can maintain a body that looks younger until death.

I just look young and I'm not actually young. Whether it is the effect of 'longevity' or not. The aging rate of physical ability is slower than that of a person, but nevertheless when he gets older, he also rattles on his body, so his appearance is bewildered by an elf who moves like an old man while still young.

And the skills of "Longevity" and "Young Making" are a little special, and the level is proportional to that age.

If the level of 'Longevity' is 50, it lives 50 years longer than life expectancy.

If the level of "Young Making" is 50, you look 50 years younger than your real age.

These two skills do not perpetuate youthfulness, but they are very popular with the rich and powerful, and for this reason there are mountains of customers who spare no money.

The old sage didn't get any younger, so he only went back when he looked younger.

Decaying bodies make up enough with their skills, and their amount of knowledge undoubtedly helps the party. My granddaughter, who doesn't even know the face of an old man when he was young, won't find out by appearance.

If I could also sell the 'memory' that the old man had left, I would have also planned to buy another 'longevity', which I really don't seem willing to sell.

That's why.

"I don't want to live long for nothing. Besides... I don't want to forget my wife's face or my days with my grandchildren."

When I think of the face of the old sage I said in the light, it burns naturally.

Shoulder to shoulder with my grandson and now traveling on adventure looked like a smiling old man and young granddaughter to my eyes.