Arsen wasn't given time to even curse.
Lavi's sudden movements gave him a heavy pressure. Arsen wasn't very good at jumping on tree branches like squirrels. Feeling that he didn't have much time, he rushed into the cottage. Gilen sat quietly on the wooden chair and looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
All his belongings were put on the table and he made a special cloth bag.
Apparently Arsen was busy preparing himself with supplies. The man prepared a display sword which he took on the wall without shame, wearing a black cloth tied to the curves of his body and a light robe.
"I like this sword." Arsen stared at the red man, exposing the sword he had taken without permission. "Can I have it?"
Gilen was completely indifferent. "You have to pay for it."
Arsen's leather jacket lay helplessly o
