There were fewer people on the second floor as they entered. There was a large open area with barely a few customers milling about. A pessimistic middle-aged man wearing a long, gray robe sat behind the counter, sipping tea.
The sales clerk respectfully saluted the middle-aged man, then walked over and said a few words in his ear.
"Oh? This young hero must choose such a heavy spear?" The middle-aged man asked with interest as he looked at Sam, "How heavy a spear were you looking for?"
"800 jins."
"800 jins?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed a glint of light.
"An 800 jin spear would take at least 4000 jins of strength to use. Can you?"
Sam said, "Even if I can't freely wield it now, I will be able to later."
"How bold! I will look for a spear for you."
The middle-aged man stood up and moved to the side.
A moment later, he returned, carrying a long wooden chest.
