"Where's your respect for everyone else?" the shop owner asked.
Most people would think twice before calling out a Rank One Ranker. Even in a famous shop in Heaven Village, few would risk their health or life to call him out. The owner didn't hesitate to speak up.
Ace smiled. "Sorry. Wanted to say hi and set a time to talk after you close. It's not about me or my Sixteen. It's about the Camp, something you'll want to hear."
"Nah, it's fine. Don't get so formal with me, brat. The Camp? Yeah." He nodded. "I'll be done before the sun sets. Come then."
"See you then, Tyler." Ace chuckled and took his leave.
Tyler was in his late thirties. Despite the age gap, Ace had been close to him in his first life; they were good friends.
Tyler wasn't a strong fighter, but he had loved historical weapons as long as he could remember. Guns bored him, though he respected their value and impact. Swords, spears, bows, and the rest held his interest.
