The whole morning, Mark taught Gwenaelle the most basic etiquette and common sense. Though she still has a long way to go.
"Wear your mask. We need to go somewhere." Mark stood up and tied his two swords to his waist.
"Where to?" Gwenaelle asked while searching for the snow wolf mask.
"To the weapon shop. I commissioned the owner to make a full set of armor for me. It should be ready today so I have to go there and claim it." Mark was filled with expectations towards Alfred's creation. The man was a Silver-rank blacksmith so he wasn't worried about the quality and performance.
Gwenaelle wore the snow wolf mask and said. "Let's go."
The two informed the receptionist that they would leave for a while. They then headed to Freddy's Weapon Shop.
Along the way, they encountered many food stalls, and the glutton could barely stop herself from ignoring them.
