"Come on! Lorenzo."
Arthur really didn't want to talk with Lorenzo, didn't want any interaction with this lunatic here.
"Wait for me."
Lorenzo suddenly said, then reached his hand into his pajamas, searching for something unknown.
This time, not only Arthur but also the Royal Guards were stunned, watching as Lorenzo pulled out two armor-piercing hammers from beneath his pajamas and handed them to the nearby Royal Guard.
"These things are flammable and explosive, handle them with care."
The Royal Guard took the armor-piercing hammers with a bewildered look in his eyes.
Who is this guy?
Should I arrest him?
Where did he get these things from?
Then, these chaotic thoughts were interrupted by the next item that was taken out.
A finely crafted short shotgun appeared before everyone's eyes, elegantly inscribed with a small poem, like a work of art.
Everyone was left dazed.
"Alright, let's go."
