While pretending to examine the weapons on the shelves, he looked at the three people in the store without any trace.

Old dwarf man.

A scarred girl.

Very handsome boy.

It's OK.

The customer had a clear mind and took out a second-hand machete from the third shelf with a small gap, which was not very good, and then walked to the counter.

"How much?"

"Fifty thousand Baileys."

Thor didn't even raise his head.

The man thought that this inferior knife was worth at most 10,000 Baileys, but he never thought it would be a regular price. He immediately cursed the black store, but he also decided to pay the bill and leave.

After the customer left the store, Thor looked up at the store door.
Chapter completed!