Hearing what kind of item Damien wanted to buy from him, the look on the old man's face quickly turned grave.
"...Boy, are you perhaps thinking of blowing up all your problems with those?"
Seeing his drastic reaction, the dark, meaningful smile on Damien's face morphed into a tiny smirk.
"Huh, looks like you can hear quite a lot of details for a simple weapon supplier... Wait, did you maybe change your business policy after seeing Emilio's power these days...?"
Saying that, Damien softly tapped the bag hanging from his cast-covered arm.
"Because if not, where the stuff you sell ends up getting used is none of your concern. You have what I need, and I have the money to buy it...right here. So are you going to let me in, or not?"
