Olivia noticed Leon's slight hesitation on his face.
"....Does this one not feel right?"
She curiously took the lance from Leon, raised the lance head to feel it.
Once in hand, the girl slightly furrowed her brows. She brought it close to her cheek, swaying the lance while listening carefully.
At this moment, hurried footsteps approached, someone shouted from behind the group: "Wait a moment! Everyone, my lords."
Leon turned his head.
They saw a plump man, dressed similarly as a quartermaster, jogging over.
"Sorry, my lord, this batch of lances has already been chosen by another group of lord knights, payment is done, someone will come to pick them up tomorrow." The chubby quartermaster apologized with a smile.
The guiding quartermaster was a bit surprised, "This pile is sold too? So fast? This competition is indeed intense."
