As the land of knights, Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint, had an exceptionally lively Weapon Street. With the Knight Champion Tournament approaching, the street was packed with people when Solam arrived.
Most of them were knights dressed in flamboyantly decorated armor. This was also a distinctive feature of the Shining Plains. The knights here loved displaying their lineage and achievements through ornaments and cloaks.
Knights from ancient families, in particular, dressed themselves like Christmas trees—bloated and gaudy. In other countries, no knight would have the leisure to hang so much pointless junk on themselves. It affected combat ability far too much.
The sight of these flashy, impractical peacocks made Solam dizzy. What the hell is this? Knights are knights—why dress up like something ugly? It's downright embarrassing.
"Come on, I'll take you to the most famous weapons shop on Weapon Street. It's an old establishment. My grandfather, my father, and my younger brother all bought their weapons and armor there. The prices are a little steep, but the quality is absolutely guaranteed. And I heard the owner is a dwarf too. They say he's a dwarven master! Maybe he can repair your armor."
Like all women, Isabella had a fervent love for shopping. Even though there was probably nothing on Weapon Street that she needed, she was still brimming with enthusiasm and naturally took charge of their outing.
"Then let's go take a look." Though Isabella said so, Solam had no expectations whatsoever. A dwarven master? Ha! What a joke. Would a dwarven master really open a shop on some ordinary Weapon Street? Did they think dwarven masters were cabbages, something you could find anywhere? The dwarven master Solam had met in Athkatla had been an exception. He was ninety percent certain that this so-called dwarven master was nothing more