Chapter 527

The shop looked just like a blacksmith's forge. There was a row of weapon racks by the entrance, loaded with blades, swords, tridents, and a few bizarre weapons Rhea couldn't even begin to name.

Iron filings and bits of broken coral littered the floor, and the air was thick with that unmistakable burnt-metal smell.

A jellyfish person was propping up their chin, dozing off right on the table.

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