"Kid, I don't know anyone named Jamie. You should just go back to wherever you came from." the short old man said, lifting his smoking pipe and taking a deep drag before exhaling a ring of smoke.
Charles frowned, he didn't want to leave just yet, especially since he hadn't seen the orange-quality disguise item that Jamie Dean had mentioned.
However, this old man was quite strange. Charles could keenly sense that when he mentioned Jamie's name, the old man clearly exhibited some resistance.
Thinking of this, Charles had to change his approach. He began to carefully observe the inside of the shop. He saw an array of kitchen knives, iron pots, and scissors scattered everywhere, but there was a noticeable absence of weapons.
"Now that I'm here, why don't you introduce me to some suitable weapons and equipment?" Charles said slowly.
