The streets beneath the dusk seemed dusted with gold, while the fiery red sunset was still somewhat dazzling.
Lin Mo walked along the golden-red street, following the familiar path into Edgar's forge.
Even young, energetic Dwarves were somewhat tired after a full day of work.
There were only a few customers left in the shop, and the last of them were about to leave. In a little while, it would be time to close.
Edgar set down his hammer and was about to call for the clerk to shut the doors when he saw a familiar figure walk in.
Lin Mo carried a flask of liquor in his hand and placed it on the counter.
"You brat, you finally decided to show up?"
Edgar tugged at his beard. "I've been waiting three days!"
"Haha, sorry, I've had some things to deal with these past couple of days... Didn't I bring you a gift? It's from your favorite tavern—the best kind. One flask cost 15 Silver Coins."
Edgar picked up the flask and sniffed it closely. It was indeed that familiar scent.
Yet he was not pleased. Instead, he looked at Lin Mo even more warily. "You brat, are you trying to rip me off again?"
It sounded rather strange coming from the owner of a forge. Usually, merchants were the ones cheating customers, not the other way around. But Edgar had indeed suffered more than once at Lin Mo's hands.
"Don't worry. I was broke before, but how could I keep letting you lose out?"
Lin Mo smiled. "Stop hiding it. Bring the goods out already."
Edgar waved him over and led him to the forging station in the back.
Above the forging station hung two daggers, their cold gleam flashing.
"I saw you carrying daggers before... Hmm, looks like