The middle-aged man who ran the weapon shop next to the now-empty scroll shop introduced himself as Raldren. 0

Although he was busy with his business, and merchants in Aligar typically didn’t spend time on things that didn’t make them money, Raldren didn’t demand any payment. He merely invited Ellen and Charlotte into his weapon shop to talk.0

“Elena didn’t really mingle with people, but she was a polite young lady. Whenever we met, she’d always greet me with a ‘Good morning,’ ‘Good afternoon,’ or ‘Good evening,’ and wish me a pleasant day.”0

The shop owner’s name was Elena. Charlotte already knew this information, but it was new to Ellen.0

“There were quite a few people who bothered Elena. It wasn’t just young men; even older gentlemen would hang around without buying anything. Those men should know their place. I probably shouldn’t say this openly, but there was a guy named Swinton next door who was particularly annoying to Elena. Even though he had a wife. Tsk.”0

“Oh… i-is that so…”0

“He’s a bad person.”0

The excessive and unnecessary information caused Charlotte to feel some discomfort, while Ellen glanced in the direction of the neighboring shop and muttered briefly. It was a short but...0