"Young sir, this is our gallery... You can pick any weapon you wish for," she said, pushing the door open with little to no force.
The double doors creaked open, revealing a large gallery.
The ceiling stretching almost a thousand meters high.
Kieran looked in awe as he stepped into the gallery.
The place exuded a profound aura.
The weapons were neatly arranged in the room.
Some kept in showcases, while some were simply placed on holders.
"Their descriptions and price tags are placed there with them. If you find any weapon you like, don't hesitate to meet me... I'll be in front," she said with a soft voice, exiting through the door.
Kieran looked around. He could find some people looking at his corner, their gazes condescending.
Apparently, his presence raised a lot of questions.
"Tch, seems like someone lost his way," a young man said, barely restraining his voice.
Kieran didn't look towards the fellow and merely ignored him.
