[12 days of Protection Period]
Weapons Shop.
"What do you think of this, master?" Troy asked, shyly showing her a detailed drawing of a small weapon.
It was similar to a crossbow, but hidden inside one's sleeves. It was perfect for assassination.
Her eyes brightened at the design, "Amazing, Troy!"
"It's nothing, I just take some knowledge from my hometown."
"Well it's nothing if you can't translate it, so don't underestimate your goodness." She told him, but too shy to look him in the eye. "I heard you bought a house?"
Troy received a lot of contribution points for his crossbows and polybolos. Although someone out there owned the patent rights and he had to give up some of his shares, he still earned the majority of the earnings of his own production.
He was now one of the few people with the much sought-after permanent residency.
