Merchants

****(POV)

I got lucky. 

Good thing I came to this dwarven sword auction. 

Something unbelievable happened. 

Well, what matters is that I get this legendary sword to our main branch in the city as soon as possible. 

I quickly exit the shop and order my followers to keep track of the man that just left. 

A normal-looking young man that somehow got hold of such a thing. 

It doesn't make sense. 

I usually have a good flair for powerhouses. 

He is not one for sure. 

He doesn't have the confidence of one. 

Being in power for long leaves traces. 

Just the posture is a giveaway usually. 

One that overlooks the rest of the world. 

I enter the carriage I came in and we depart. 

On the way, I get a report. 

All the men I sent got taken down. 

Seems to be the doing of the iron guardians. 

Tch, how annoying. 

Hopefully, he doesn't have a deeper secret.