Chapter 4
Later, I walked into the pawnshop down the street from the clothes incident. I now looked like a normal citizen of Kandarin. It felt good to have my left arm, which had been bare until now, shielded from the cold by a sleeve. The pants barely fit on the smallest belt hole, and if I still had the Sorel rapier, I would have made another hole for it. I seemed to have lost it after saving myself from Ivy. Dragging Soul Calibur in one hand and my armor in the other, I walked toward the shopkeeper, who simply stared unblinkingly at the sword.
"H-Hello, sir! Buying or… selling?" His eyes lit up at the word "selling".
"Selling."
I could almost see his heart leap up into his throat. "Good, are you selling that sword?"
I glanced down at the sword and back at the shopkeeper. "No, this isn't for sale. But this is…" I lifted the armor onto the table before the shopkeeper, who seemed to be oblivious to the fact that I brought armor in here as well.
As soon as he saw the Evil Eye on my armor, he fainted. I walked around the table, knelt down by him, and shook his shoulder. No response. I backhanded him across the face out of impatience and he stirred, blinked a couple of times, and said, "What kind of demon are you? You have Nightmare's armor and Soul Calibur?"
Everyone within earshot of those words stopped abruptly. People outside quickly crowded outside the window, and those inside gawked at either the sword or the armor, not knowing which stunned them more. A crash was heard as someone next to me dropped a priceless crystal artifact out of shock.
"How did you come across these, sir?"
I could see this was going to become a giant, tangled web of lies very quickly. "Nightmare is dead and the Sword of Salvation has been destroyed."
This provoked a hearty cheer from the crowd. More and more people were swarming around the tiny pawnshop.
"Now, if you're finished, how much will you pay for this fine suit of armor?"