From small handguns to high-powered rifles, sharp short axes to fierce long knives, various weapons filled the shelves. Even Bologue was somewhat surprised, knowing Vincent's old trade, but he hadn't expected him to stockpile so much.
It was practically a small arsenal, and this arsenal was right across from his house, so brazenly open on the street.
"Back when I worked for the company in the Great Rift, I wasn't a miner, but part of the security division, fighting those lunatics at Forsaken Crossroad every day."
Vincent took a big drag of his cigarette, his old eyes no longer clouded, carrying a hint of excitement.
"These count as my collection, but it's a pity I never knew how to deal with them. They're easy to get caught by the Sheriff, so they've just been stockpiled here."
Vincent complained.
