The Skill Collector

"Will you buy me out of my skills? I want you to sell your skills instead with that money."

On the way home I checked in "Appraisal" for any blind skills in the Adventurer Guild.

Suddenly, he was stopped from behind.

"Is it about me?

He makes a fallen in love voice, makes a strange face and looks back.

There was a middle-aged man there with an indescribable face. It was understandable that he was an adventurer out of a thin dirty leather armor and a long sword outfit.

"You're a collector, aren't you? Hear what Peelie and the others were saying before."

A blurry tone that also seems grumpy, besides a low voice. It's intimidating to say we're just having a conversation.

But it's just not loving. I don't even have to look into it in Psychology. I guess I don't like expressing my emotions.

"Yes, I do,"

Nodding at his inquiry.

I don't hide being a collector, but only some people know I can sell my skills.

No - I'm trying not to let you know.

Because I know more about the dangers of being given skills than buying them.

Nevertheless, after a long stay in this city, the name of the collector and the skills of 'buying and selling' are becoming widespread.

Recently, he had changed his mind and was beginning to think about spreading the fact that he could sell his skills, not just the name of a collector.

If you are known to such an inexplicable adventurer, you don't even need to spread the word now.

"Knowing that collector, what can I do for you?

"Just like I said. I want you to buy your skills and sell them."

That being said, the man has offered a skill certificate, but he can spot it to the level with an 'appraisal' without having to see it.

The moment I saw the letters floating over my head, I thought "ho" and my voice was about to leak.

The man who thought he was an inexplicable adventurer has' swordsmanship 'skills and is over 10 levels. Maybe he's an intermediate or better adventurer against his appearance.

But that's not where I was really surprised.

The fact that only one of his skills is' swordsmanship 'and there is no - vacancy - in the skill slot.

I mean, I only have the talent for swordsmanship, and I never get more skills than that.

I'm more blessed than an incompetent person whose skill slots don't exist, but I'm judged to be less talented than others.

"Do you know your skills?

"Oh, just one sword technique. Thanks to this skill, I could have done it as an adventurer."

Above and beyond. Do you want to sell such valuable skills?

The majority of people who sell their skills are dispositions of skills that are useless to them. I can dispose of unwanted skills and get money in. No need to hesitate.

The next thing you know, there are people who need money. Debt and sudden need for a lot of money. I lost my job. The purpose is different for each person.

There is no doubt that he is the latter.

"Do you mind if I sell such an important skill?

"Oh, I need money. I don't know what to say myself, but I have confidence in 'swordsmanship'. They'll buy this for a lot of money."

He has eyes like a cornered beast.

Eyes filled with sharp light in fright.

It wasn't a question for me, it was a question. My eyes are telling me that I will not tolerate denial.

"Yes, we will buy it for a high price if this skill"

"Right, thanks. Then buy it. So instead..."

I doubted my ears for the words that followed.

Apparently, my predictions are off.

I stared at the other person's face from the front and tried to confirm the words... but when I saw the serious look on his face, I looked at his mouth.

The skills a man demands exist. Skills bought at such a high level.

But I don't think he needs it, being an adventurer.

At least I don't see it as a more valuable skill than 'swordsmanship'.

"Please, sell me that skill"

I decided to sell it to him, bewildered.

A few months later, I met him again.

In a different city than before he was in Fountain Square.

He's wearing flashy color-scheme striped clothes instead of armor and throwing pompous balls in his hands instead of swords.

He was quitting his adventurer and becoming a clown.

The skill I sold him was' Daoism '.

Those who gain that skill become adept at strange and funny behavior and light speaking skills. It's a skill I deserve as a street performer...

I sold the level to five, so I have no problem naming a pro.

Throwing money is thrown in one after the other in a locker placed in front of a man.

Decide you shouldn't get in his way, erase the signs with 'cover-up' and enjoy his art with the audience.

Thanks to the flesh forged up as an adventurer, there seemed to be a crisp and unexpected fit above the 'Dogmatization' skill level.

When the show was over and the audience was all gone, the man who became a clown began to clean up his tools.

When the clown notices me as he tries to get up with all his business tools together, he breaks his face.

"Aren't you a collector? Long time no see."

The smile and affection of the man made me almost retreat unexpectedly.

What he transformed would be the effect of his' dogmatization 'skills. I know that, but every time I talk, a crease leans between my eyebrows and talks pale... there is no shadow of him that was unfathomable.

There are stars and tears painted on his face, but even without it, the man's face was different.

"It was a brilliant art."

"Thank you. Thanks to the collector, too."

Who is it? He smiles so refreshingly that he wants to ask.

Honestly, I thought he regretted selling 'Swordsmanship'. That seemed worrying.

"I appreciate it. That you bought me skills and sold me without saying anything."

Yeah, I didn't ask any questions.

Sometimes I believed in straight eyes by his stupidity, because I decided that there would be nothing dangerous where I sold 'Daoism'.

"If you like, would you listen to me?"

You don't change abruptly cutting out the story without shaking forward, sneering small with a bitter smile.

"Actually, I have a woman I like. I wanted to change for him."

Is it love that changed him?

There is something smiling about a middle-aged man who can blush and illuminate his cheeks.

"She's my ex-partner's wife. My partner was very bright and a good guy the opposite of me. He died covering me in the midst of a demonic crusade..."

So separate the words and watch the sunset falling as far as the inside.

There was sadness on its side. I missed the old days and looked like a regrettable face.

"And then I cared about something. Because there are small children, and it's a tough world for a woman to cross the world by herself. You're going to sin, show your face...... no, you're not. I've always liked her. So I used my partner to see him a lot."

With a self-derisive grin on his face, he also seemed to cry the tear paintings in his eyes go hand in hand.

You must be feeling a draw because you're a serious man.

"It's not a sin to make your late friend's ex-wife happy."

"Really?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Did my words fade my consciousness of sin just a little, drop my gaze on the ground and continue talking.

"I don't know if my thoughts made sense to her, but whenever she did, she became fond of me too. But she always said," I want you to stop being an adventurer. I don't like my loved ones dying first anymore, "he said. So I don't need swordsmanship anymore."

Is that why you sold me Swordsmanship?

One mystery solved, but another remains. I mean, why did you choose "Dodo"?

If you are going to get a job in your hand, there are many more skills that you deserve.

"While I felt hindsight, I wanted to marry her one day, but the problem was the presence of my son. I'm unfathomable, as you know, and I've never had a child's favorite experience. In fact, her son just looked at me and he was hiding."

I can easily imagine the scene.

If it was a previous tone, voice and attitude, I would definitely not miss the child.

"One day, when I was dating them shopping, the kid stopped. They were gleaming and seeing in front of street performers performing arts in the square. … it's simple, isn't it?"

"No, it's fine."

I chose to abandon the sharpened 'swordsmanship' and become a clown for the sake of the children of those I like.

The decision, as a person - deserves respect as a man.

"I'm glad you said that. This skill is finally getting familiar and earnings are stabilizing. So today's the day."

In the face of a man who clenches his cobwebs all the time, I see the colour of determination.

I don't even have to ask what that means. but I dared say it.

"Is that a proposal"

"Yeah. I'd like to believe that reunion with a collector is the backbone of our destiny not to miss this opportunity"

I use the word fate, but I guess I finally wanted a cut to step out.

"I'm here for you."

"Thank you!

The man's back stretched with his head deep down and walking away was a pin, a grand one.

Looks like you've made up your mind.

I think it would work if I were to judge him solely by his story, but this is an opinion by unilateral subjectivity. When it comes to romance, assumptions arise without being able to make a calm decision.

I think of it as convenient for me.

I don't know what the outcome of the proposal will be, but I hope it succeeds.

The next day. My legs, which I was concerned about the outcome, were naturally oriented towards the square.

He was in the same place as yesterday.

But he's not dressed as a clown, he's in private clothes, he's just sitting on the edge of the fountain.

His back bends like a cat and his gaze stares at the cobblestone.

I gently lowered my back next to him, but I didn't even notice.

"Hello, it's been yesterday"

Seems like the first time I've noticed my presence when I heard my voice, I looked up and turned this way, but I'm vain with no hegemony in my eyes.

- I don't even need to hear the results of this.

"Re... Harvester"

I don't feel the power in my voice. It's going to disappear now, it's reminiscent of a candle flame, it's fine.

"Was it no good"

From what I've heard, it seemed sympathetic, but maybe he was just unilaterally handy in his interpretation.

"Is it caused by your child?

If you believe that story, it doesn't seem to have been a problem for a woman.

For example, I can only assume that it was not accepted by the child.

"That's... the kid liked it. When I showed him the juggling, he stared at me with respect. Glad to hear it."

I'm sad, even though my face looks happy staring at the distance.

The kid was fine, which means his mother couldn't accept him.... you mean it was his solitude?

"I was delighted with my child and I proposed this with certainty that I could... I did...... The result was a word of rejection," sorry. "

Drop shoulders disappointed and exhale loudly.

What a voice to speak in such a case. I've been to these occasions several times, but I'm still not used to them.

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In the end, I couldn't think of any words of comfort and decided to wait for him to speak out.

I can't say anything far-fetched without knowing the details.

"She also said," You were quiet and better to show in action than words. You're a little... bad right now, "he said."

- I can't say anything anymore.

Did he make the wrong choice by abandoning "Swordsmanship" for her child and choosing "Taoism"?

Now it's like...

"It's all a cloud, isn't it?"

I held his shoulder without saying anything and headed to the tavern.

Let's go out with his stupidity today.