Seeing how Angor looked “disappointed”, the salesgirl added something. “If you can’t find them, you can check out Prome’s Alchemy Shop. Maybe you can find something you need there.”
Prome’s?
Angor already planned to go there. However, rather than buying a robe, he was going there to thank Dave. When thinking about the robe, his instinct told him to look for shops run by women. Why would someone like Prome make clothes?
Angor just realized that he was looking for an ALCHEMY robe, and Prome’s shop was the right place for it.
After leaving the shop, Angor spent some time checking through the stands in the area and did not find anything he wanted. He decided to head for Prome’s Alchemy Shop in the end.
It was almost midnight. As he recalled, Dave mentioned something about closing the shop at 11. Angor tried to hurry up and managed to arrive before then.
The shadows coming from the window suggested there was more than one person in the shop.
In front of the door, Angor heard someone talking inside.
“Fafafafa!” Someone laughed in a really strange way. “You think I can’t do anything to you when Master Prome’s your teacher?”
“So, are you going to sell the sword or not?” Someone else spoke in a sharp voice.
“I told you it’s only for sale next week! And it’s not called a sword!” It was Dave this time.
“We’re in a hurry! Fifteen magic crystals. The price’s good enough for you!” This voice sounded low and deep.
There were voices of four people. Apart from Dave’s, Angor believed he recognized the other voices.
He straightened his bow-tie and pushed the door open.
…
Angor walked tall on firm steps. When he wore his wizard robe, he never paid attention to his looks. Now that he was using Sunders’ clothes, he tried to regain the nobleman image he learned in Padt Manor.
“Angor?” Dave called in surprise.
“Angor??” The sharp voice and deep voice both called.
Dave looked at the combination of a fat man and a pockmarked boy in front of him. They knew Angor too?
Angor nodded to Dave and checked the other people in the shop.
As expected, he knew them all. In a bad way.
Fosah, Laffitte and… Blackjack, in his usual black gentleman attire.
“Fancy seeing you two here, Fosah, Laffitte,” Angor greeted them with a smile.
The pair exchanged a look, then Fosah stepped up and smiled at Angor.
“We weren’t expecting to see you either. And good timing, I always wanted to apologize for last time. I really shouldn’t have done that. Do forgive me, please!”
“???” Angor was quite confused.
What the heck? Aren’t you Hookdick’s lackeys? Maybe you don’t want to fight, but shouldn’t you at least say something offensive? Hookdick’s gonna be disappointed!
Angor glimpsed at Blackjack and realized something. Maybe these two chose another boss to follow?
“That woman, Melaner…” Fosah spoke up again, “I’m really sorry. I was wrong about you. That bitch’s just a cheap slut. My boss told me. She found someone else to snuggle with the next day. An ugly old geezer!”
Angor was unsure where this was heading to. “Oh don’t worry, I’ve already forgotten about it.”
“Did you come to shop too?” Fosah asked in a friendly way. His eyes were shining deviously. He had already agreed with Laffitte that they should maintain a good relationship with Angor. If they could not be friends, at least they should avoid becoming Angor’s enemies.
Angor’s teacher was called the killing machine in the south! Only a fool like Hookdick did not realize it. Maybe wizards did not care about the life and death of their students. But what if Sunders was different? Fosah and Laffitte did cherish their lives. They would not offend Angor for real just because Hookdick asked them to.
Angor shook his head. “I’m just… looking around.”
Fosah was unconvinced, but he did not say anything. He kept a smile on his fat face.
“Oh! Almost forgot. Here, this is our boss, Mister Blackjack!”
Both Fosah and Laffitte showed sincere respect. As Angor believed, they used the exact same attitude when acknowledging Hookdick as their boss.
Angor was really puzzled now. Did these two consider being lackeys as their profession? They changed their boss so soon!
Blackjack humphed and walked to Angor with a really angry look.
Angor was worried that Blackjack had recognized his identity and came looking for a fight.
But in the next second, Blackjack calmed down and began to inspect Angor with a look of approval.
“Fafafa! Such good taste, man!”
Angor remained calm and waited for Blackjack’s further reaction.
“Which shop completed your suit? Tell me. Such a gentlemanly design! It’s almost-”
Everyone waited for him to finish. Almost what?
“Fafafa! I mean, it looks so brilliant!”
Angor felt as if the look of admiration in Blackjack’s eyes was going to materialize in the air soon.
Oh right… Blackjack is an admirer of Sunders.
“Sorry, I don’t know. I received it from someone as a gift,” said Angor. He walked around Blackjack and joined Dave.
Dave quickly whispered something into his ear, “They want to buy your ‘Tang Dao’.”
Tang Dao? Angor looked at the shelf and saw the three oriental weapons he crafted already on display.
Blackjack’s group approached Dave again. Fosah gave Angor another smile and turned to Dave. “So, the sword-”
“It’s called a Tang Dao!”
“Right, Tang Dao, whatever. Our boss gives you fifteen magic crystals for it. It’s our best price. You know, an alchemy weapon without any effect can only sell so much. This thing probably costs ten magic crystals in normal circumstances,” said Fosah with a sigh. “I tell you, you won’t find a better offer. The appearance of Moonfrost Passage raised the prices of weapons a little bit, but trust me, this one won’t go beyond fifteen.”