Chapter 35: Origin of the Crest

Noticing that Raine was just staring blankly at the Shield, Old Henry looked over with interest.

"All kinds of people come to my place: those peddling inferior leather and tanning agents, those begging to repair their family heirlooms, and those wanting to buy a cheap piece of Leather Armor just to keep up appearances." He spoke unhurriedly in a hoarse voice, his gray eyes sweeping over Raine like a falcon. "But this is the first time someone has walked in and immediately taken an interest in my old, pitted Shield."

With that, a hint of impatience surfaced on his wrinkled old face, and he rapped his knuckles against the workbench—KNOCK KNOCK.

"Apologies. You must be the renowned Master Henry of this town?" Raine retracted his gaze and offered a perfectly measured smile, intentionally using the respectful title.