Before Tijana could finish, Molo was the first to dart forward, with the others soon crowding around the pile of weapons that had just been used.
Kailon accurately pulled a longsword made of cold iron from the heap of metal. He immediately noticed the poor craftsmanship of the sword, but that didn't stop the weapon in his hand from giving him a sense of danger.
He carefully drew the sword blade across his own arm, easily leaving a trail of blood on his skin.
On the other side, a male succubus was rummaging through the pile with an ashen face. He had to admit one fact, Twin Bridges Town could indeed mass-produce cold iron weapons, but he still stubbornly said, "Hmph, just as I thought, a bunch of trash. You have the nerve to trade these disposable weapons?"
"As long as someone is willing to pay the right price," Tijana said with a smile, "Isn't that right, Prince Kailon?"
