The annex door was exceptionally thick and, like the others, cast from metal. Three iron locks alone secured it, making them wonder what could possibly be stored inside.
At Cobert's urging, White unlocked all three locks with the keys. With a low hum, the gap in the doorway widened, and darkness swept across their vision.
The annex was small, less than ten square meters, but its compact, harmonious layout and orderly furnishings kept it from feeling cramped or oppressive. Instead, it felt cozy and comfortable. Once the curtains were drawn back, golden light spilled inside, bathing the room in a golden glow and turning that cozy comfort into spacious grandeur.
Stone cabinets lined all four walls, each divided into upper, middle, and lower tiers of varying sizes. They held all sorts of weapons, similar to those in the shop's main room, but their craftsmanship and luster were on an entirely different level. Any knowledgeable visitor would have been unable to resist praising them at a glance. These were truly fine pieces.
The stone cabinets could hold thirty-six kinds of weapons in total, but they were not full. A rough count revealed only fourteen, with the remaining spaces left empty, giving the impression that quality would never be sacrificed for quantity.
Up close, Zeng Mu could clearly sense how extraordinary these weapons were. Their luster and craftsmanship far surpassed those in the main room, but beyond that, he could feel something special emanating from them. Like living people, each weapon possessed its own distinctive aura.
"White, you old rascal, you really know how to keep things hidden. Even I've never seen these before." Cobert made no attempt to hide the excited longing in his eyes, as though asking whether White could be a little more generous and casually give him another