'A nobel brat,' the shopkeeper's disdainful thoughts rang loud in his mind as he observed the boy before him. "How can I be of service to you, sir?" he asked, his tone courteous but tinged with an underlying skepticism.
As the shopkeeper scrutinized Orion, the young noble returned the gaze with equal intensity. The shopkeeper, adorned in an impeccable black suit, exuded an air of aristocracy, his dark blue eyes betraying a depth of experience and power.
Orion's trained intuition detected something beyond the facade of the shopkeeper. He sensed a formidable mana core, indicating the shopkeeper's status as a radiant silver core mage. Yet, it was not solely the strength of his mana core that made Orion wary; there was a mysterious aura emanating from the shopkeeper, shrouding him in an enigmatic veil.