That was right—the forging shop Son Gohan had entered was exactly where he could get the weighted equipment he would need for his training next.
Although the weight produced by the Magic Metal Rings was already enormous, being enough for now did not mean it would be enough later, so he needed to prepare in advance.
Soon, with the aid of his smart-brain simulations, Son Gohan confirmed the shapes and dimensions of the items he wanted with the owner, then signed the contract and paid.
Once the other party finished forging them, they would be delivered directly to Marquis Cassani's residence for him.
After that, Son Gohan left the shop under the owner's respectful farewell and soon entered another store.
"Heh-heh-heh, I wonder what I can do for you, honored guest."
The moment he entered the shop, Son Gohan heard a voice with a pitch that sounded a little like a eunuch's. Then he saw a shifty-eyed fellow less than half a meter tall come up and bow to him.
"I am the owner of this humble shop. You may simply call me Milai." The owner, Milai, rubbed his hands together and asked with an expectant look.
Though he did not particularly like this guy, Son Gohan still politely returned the bow before asking, "You have Scouters here, right?"
Milai's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "You must mean the Scouter developed by the Timothian of the North Galaxy, yes? We do, we do!"
This was the first shop owner Son Gohan had seen who could state his own products directly without using a virtual screen.
Immediately after, Milai waved his hand, and a large number of virtual images appeared before Son Gohan's eyes. With one glance, he recognized that they were indeed the appearance of Scouters.
Milai quickly