"Heh heh... I really wish this festival could last a little longer."
"Man, you really know how to live."
Yan Huan stepped out from the corner and immediately lost interest upon seeing that he was just an ordinary person.
He'd thought he was an assassin. Turns out he was a scavenger.
"Ah?!" The weapons merchant jumped in fright and quickly backed away two steps.
"Why haven't you gone on to the next stage yet?!"
"Let's put that question aside for now."
Yan Huan asked curiously,
"How did you get in here? Is there a secret passage?"
"Well... to be honest, I know a spot in the stands where you can climb down using a ladder."
The weapons merchant scratched his head and said awkwardly,
"Brother, I'm a poor bastard too. The owners of this equipment all died in the competition, so let what they left behind benefit those who come after them."
"...No wonder the weapons you sold smelled of blood." Castorice showed a look of understanding.
"Uh, haha... Fortune favors the bold."
The weapons merchant said awkwardly,
"What do you think? I told you the weapons I sell are genuine, but you wouldn't believe me."
At the same time, Gnaeus slowly walked toward him.
"A scavenger as vile as a dog-rat... Let me send you to meet Senatos, thief!"
"???"
As Yan Huan stood there dumbfounded, Gnaeus's hand shot toward the weapons merchant.
The force behind that instant attack was enough to crush an ordinary person's neck on the spot.
"Wait, hold on."
At the critical moment, Yan Huan grabbed Gnaeus's wrist and forced him to stop.
"This guy just picked up some equipment. You don't have to kill him over it, do you?"
"..."
"Go back and look at those shattered corpses." Gnaeus's voice was deep and resonant.