"Such an eye-sore." Seeing the young people walking into the shop, the man standing beside the flowerbed outside the shop said with displeasure. This man had short blond hair that was neatly combed back, and he carried a big sword on his back while wearing a shiny suit of armor.
"What is it? Did someone mess with you, Big Sword Crete?" Beside him, a lean and short man whistled as his fingers played with a small and delicate dagger.
Mr. Fang had opened his shop in the busy section of the city. Nearby was the Mercenary Union, and Alchemist Union wasn't far away as well.
The blond warrior pointed at the shop and said in resentment, "I mean that oriental man who came from nowhere."
"Ahh-!" The short man snickered and dragged on his voice as he said flippantly, "An oriental man? The one who went to the Alchemist Union this morning? Did he offend you?"
