"There are so many people."
The constant stream of pedestrians gave Lin Mo the feeling of rush hour from his previous life. Most were adventurers out shopping, though there were also delivery workers hauling goods. Vendors on both sides of the street called out to customers, making the place quite lively.
Lin Mo bought two meat pies from a roadside stall, supposedly a specialty snack of Silver Creek City.
He took a bite. The crust was pleasantly chewy, but the filling was fairly ordinary. Overall, it was just okay.
"It's not as good as Lin Mo's burgers."
That was Ally's assessment.
After passing through the bustling streets, they arrived at their destination. A hammer was painted on the signboard of Shop No. 27, beside five crooked words: "Dwarf Forge Shop."
A terribly generic name.
There were not many customers lingering outside, but several were inside browsing equipment.
The owner was a middle-aged Dwarf who looked to be around 150 years old. His beard was long—far longer than Edgar's, at least.
Lin Mo suddenly missed the Dwarf blacksmith who had invested in him. He wondered when that man would be able to open a shop here.
"Hey, old man, how much is this sword?"
A customer waved the weapon in his hand. The Dwarf owner looked up at it. "Five Gold Coins."
"That expensive? Can't you make it cheaper? I'm practically a regular customer."
"Pay if you want it. If not, get the hell out!"
The owner's response was utterly impolite, nothing like a businessman trying to make a sale.
"Tch. When are you going to fix that rotten temper of yours, old man..."
The customer did not get angry. He slapped the sword onto the counter and took out five Gold Coins. "Here. And maintain this armor for me while