The shopping district was sure busy as usual, but that was non of his problem, since he already have a destination, not like the previous time, when he started wandering about like a lost soul.
Taking a deep breath...
" Time to regain my lost dignity".
The alloy weapon shop, building, wasn't that busy or so he thought, since there were few people going in and out.
...
The familiar sight of girls in model dress, each leading a client, appeared.
Just as they showed off their goods.
Pointing at the sheathed blades and hanged shields. Sometimes even picking them up, while advertising their attributes.
Where else, the said clients, whom he assumed were Mystics, kept observing their bodies lewdly.
It wasn't that they knew nothing of those weapons. After all, they were all mystics who risked their lives fighting using different kinds of weapon. But they just wanted to appreciate the view before them, since they were for free.
In accordance to this, there were times some rich simpletons spent thousands of dollars here, just to peak at those... Since there was a "Enter And Buy" policy. Making them the number 1 armament organization.
...
But unfortunately for Eric, he received none of such treatment upon entering. Instead, he was glanced at with disdain by the group of vixens, after having marked his face since the previous time he came.
The Alloy armament building, wasn't an ordinary place where he could just visit in the first place.
It was a plaza with four-story building, each floor housing a different armament grade of its own...
Starting from the first floor, where he was currently.
'Common Grade'.
Second floor. 'Uncommon Grade'.
And as for the 3rd floor, it was said to house the lowest-trashed rare grade armament in the world. But even with that, no one in the whole Sky-walk city could afford it, as it was such a backwater place that was located in a barren territory.
And the Big shots who governed the sky-walk City were merely peak silver ranked mystics, an existence equal to an ordinary soldier at the frontier battlefield, whose life were lost daily like chickens.
Then there was the fourth floor.
According to rumors, the branch manager, a silver rank powerhouse as referred in sky-walk, was probably lazing around up there with nothing useful to do. He rarely even came out to handle the branch matters, leaving everything to the assistant manager, except if the situation was dire or a big client arrived.
...
Taking a deep breath, he wasn't a simpleton to be scared by this group of ordinary ladies, who didn't even have the strength to be called a mystic. Although it is said that women were one of the most dangerous species when messed with.
Eric wasn't going to give in to their glares, even though he caused an embarrassing scene the last time he came here.
Remembering how he swaggered into the building last time, like some rich folk who had just made it in life, was amusing.
Adding the fact that his charm, handsomeness, after his bloodline awakening was Top Notch, made almost all the waiting vixens rush to him as they tried showing him what they had in stock.
Meanwhile, Only known to its employees. There was a policy that depending on what the client they showed around bought there would be a hidden bonus. An understandable reason why such beauties had tried to glue onto him, while excluding their pride.
And his arrogant walking style with "I have made it in life vibe" that day, just happened to fit into their criteria for a wealthy client.
But by the time he had heard the price of the lowest common grade weapon. He first of all, gulped a mouth full of air.
And to make it worst, they kept listing prices, taking his silence for it, that he wasn't satisfied with common weapons and took him to the third floor.
Not a bit taking a glance at his pale face, yet to realize. They took him to meet the assistant branch manager, who had been quietly going through some files until he noticed their presents.
Meanwhile, he had already started sweating buckets behind them. Even their alluring figure completely eluded his mind and sight. Quite surprising for his young age, the vixens not feeling his accessing gaze, like any other male would. Reaffirmed that he was a scion of a rich disciplined family that wasn't attracted by such.
Though the thoughts to burst through the window and escape while his future was still bright came, he wasn't sure if he would be able to afford the damages either.
As if he had been detailed before-hand, the assistant gave a commendable nod. After words stating the price of the rumoured trasjy rare grade equipment.
'Were they insane not to have noticed his incredibly young age and couldn't afford it?
It was then the assistant finally took note of how quiet he had been since arriving.
No questions. No banter. Repeatedly nodding like an agama lizard.
Similarly following the assistant weird stare, the vixens noticed his soaked clothes at that time.
Under their chilling stare, it was then he revealed a nervous smile with stiffness. Preparing to release the most devastating blow they would receive in their carrier.
"SIR!"
"MA'S!"
"TO BE HONEST, I ONLY CAME HERE WITH 5000, AND THAT IS THE ONLY THING I HAVE"
" AND I DIDN'T EXPECT THINGS HERE TO BE SO EXPENSIVE!"
He had shouted on his lungs with eyes closed, while preparing to go for the run as the people around him stood dumbfounded by what they just heard not believing.
"You... You say what?!" the lady with big front who had been massaging his arm in her suddenly screamed.
The rest also started screaming like they had been scammed, cursing his 18 generations and ancestors.
Imagining how they had followed him up and down like flies , trying to please him not knowing he was a broke boy, who just got his first $10,000 , making him think he own the world.
The assistant manager wasn't having it easy either, since he was a silver rank mystic .
" I just want to blow your head to smithereens", he had said, remembering the amount of thoughts he had planned to use and trick Eric into buying that trashy weapon.
While this was going on, the door leading to the fourth floor was quickly opened, and the branch manager rushed out like someone about to fight a great foe, thinking maybe the plaza was attacked.
But upon seeing him being held by his employees, came and saved him from the beatings the lady were about to give him.
Similarly pacifying the assistant manager.
It was after seeing everyone calm down, not daring to disobey him. He forced them to sell the cheapest blade for the lowest price, even though Eric could still not afford it $8000, so it wouldn't be like they were incompetent enough not to have cheap armaments.