Chapter 42: Pub Meeting

 "Hack Jaw," Jett blurted out without realizing it.

Before him stood an old man, no taller than himself, with hair turning grey. Despite his age, his impressive, muscular build spoke of a man who had reached his physical peak.

"Impressive. You know this weapon?" The old man's eyes twinkled with curiosity. "You must be one of those craftsmen born with a high-tier appraisal skill."

'Craftsmen? Dude, don't you see the weapon I'm carrying with me?' Jett thought, feeling a twinge of annoyance. "Can I touch it?"

"Ha ha ha! Even if I were to agree, you don't have what it takes to lift this weapon." The old man laughed heartily, pointing to the axe-like weapon on his back.

'Damn, he's right. I don't have the perfect class or strength stats to wield it. Back then, the only character who could use it to its full potential was Matthew.' Jett scrutinized the man, 'He must be really strong and ancient too.'