"So, Mister, there are many types of ability crystals here. Tell me the type you want, and I'll tell if it's available," the old man asks with a light smile. Though his smile looks rather creepy because of the dried crumbs of food on his mustache and beard.
"Well, I need a speed-related ability crystal," I answer, trying to keep my tone casual and not draw too much attention to myself.
The man looks at me for a few moments before speaking up. "Mister, I need you to remove your hood because of security reasons. I am sorry if you feel offended by my words," the man says with a slight bow.
"No problem," I oblige, pulling down my hood to reveal my face.
The moment the man sees my face, he hastily springs up from his seat and bows his head, almost touching the ground. "I... I am sorry, your highness. Forgive this old man!!" he says with an anxious tremor in his voice.
Sigh, I should have changed my appearance. Being recognized can be both a blessing and a curse.
