The first voice belonged to Old Pick, while the other was unfamiliar to everyone present.
So everyone turned with Old Pick toward the source of the voices, wanting to see who was being so rude.
A proud-looking middle-aged man pushed through the crowd of onlookers with several attendants and strode straight up to Solam and the others.
"I'll take this armor. Name your price!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man eagerly reached for the Dark Sun Armor, without the slightest concern for whether Solam would agree.
Before Solam could stop him, Old Pick flashed in front of Isabella and blocked the man.
"Friend, this is Pick's Weapon Shop. I don't care who you are, and it doesn't matter to me. So mind your manners. It'll do you good!" Old Pick's words were anything but polite, and his bearing turned sharp, completely lacking his previous gossipy, chatty manner.
The dwarf's aura made the middle-aged man's movements falter. He lowered his gaze slightly toward the dwarf, the dissatisfaction in his eyes plain to see.
"Old Pick? Heh, I didn't expect that after being away from Beauclair for over a decade, I'd be forgotten completely!" The middle-aged man gave a contemptuous laugh, and the displeasure in his eyes gradually turned to anger. His overbearing tone had become unmistakable.
"Oh? So you used to be famous?" There was a reason Old Pick had thrived so well in Beauclair. At the very least, he knew the roster of heroes inside and out, yet he truly had never seen this man before.
"I am Elro!!!" The middle-aged man announced his name with immense confidence.
The moment that name was spoken, everyone present was stunned!
"Rex's Eagle!!!" Even Old Pick cried out in shock.
"That's right!"
Old Pick had never expected this prodigious knight, who had left