Harry's clock shop was a beautiful two-story building. Like the other buildings in Glen Town, its sloping roof was dark gray, with a white chimney rising from it.
The exterior walls of the clock shop were painted deep blue. The display windows for the merchandise had been polished spotless, and the cabinets inside displayed all kinds of clocks and watches.
As Harry opened the door, passersby greeted him with friendly salutations. It seemed the clockmaker had not lied; at the very least, he truly was a resident of this town.
"I'll go look for Mr. Artisan later, but I can't guarantee he'll be there. I'll convey your wishes to him, but whether he's willing to make an item for you—"
The bashful-looking young man scratched his head and said apologetically, "That isn't something I can control."
"By the way, what kind of item do you want made? A revolver? Like that lady said?"
Upon entering the clock shop, Sifa was dazzled by the wide array of clocks and watches. From old-fashioned wall clocks to exquisite pocket watches, the place had everything.
However, the little shop seemed to be managed by Harry alone. The displays were in disarray, tools had been left lying around carelessly, and even Harry, the owner, had to tread very carefully to reach the counter.
"That's right, a revolver."
Sifa lowered his voice. "Please tell that gentleman that I want a revolver forged using the characteristics of a Devil."
As he spoke, he stared into Harry's eyes. The young man met his gaze with clear eyes. "Mm, I'll remember that. The characteristics of a Devil... what are those?"
"Don't ask. The more you know, the worse it will be for you." Sifa smiled and withdrew his gaze, then casually asked, "Do you know Red Moon? I heard