Although Murphy criticized Old Edward for lacking martial virtue by challenging a youngster with the dignity of an Ancient, he still accepted all the gifts sent to him without complaint.
After all, protective gear handcrafted by the top leatherworkers on the Continent speaks for itself, not to mention its practical value.
Just wearing it was a form of outstanding wealth that would not depreciate—if one day the little players messed up and had to flee with only the clothes on their backs, this set of leather armor could be sold at a high price anywhere.
In a sense, it equaled the Rolexes on the big guys' wrists—show off during peacetime, and in times of need, it could be liquidated for cash.
Of course, these were just Murphy's inner complaints. After returning to his office, he swiftly changed into the dark red protective gear and proudly conjured a Psychic Mirror with Spiritual Energy to admire himself.
Old Edward's craftsmanship was beyond reproach.
