He had never imagined that he could save up for a supernatural weapon just on his salary, especially one that could resonate with Blood Glory—a vampiric weapon. Even with ample funds, such a thing would be more unimaginable than winning the lottery. Besides, as a newly promoted Level 1 Clerk, he didn’t have much money. Now that such an opportunity had suddenly appeared, how could he possibly let it slip by?

Putting away the vampiric hand axe, Charlotte walked around the room and picked out two more items.

One was a rather rare melee weapon—a multi-headed flail.

The other was an old magical rapier.

After selecting his weapons, Charlotte left the armory with his head held high.

He handed the old magical rapier to the bearded soldier, who took it, checked the other two items in Charlotte’s hands, registered them, and then paid him no further attention.

Chapter 9: Weapon Shopping

Suppressing his inner nervousness, Charlotte quickly found his own office, following Mrs. Parker’s directions.

It was a private office, quite spacious, even with a large window that looked out onto the street outside Kilmainham Prison. Most of the space was taken up by filing cabinets, but even so, Charlotte was very satisfied.

Being surrounded by filing cabinets was clearly much easier than working with colleagues—at least there would be no office intrigue.

Filing cabinets were all “well-behaved.”

He placed the two items he had chosen on his desk.

Charlotte didn’t know how to use a flail, let alone a multi-headed one.

He had his eye on it because it was made of starfall iron, a rare material. Even if sold as scrap, it would fetch dozens of Aegis.

Charlotte planned to sell the multi-headed flail on the black market and buy a batch of other weapons.

A standard military pistol cost at most two or three Forls, rapiers were a bit pricier, but a cane could be had for just a few Shengdings.

After selling the multi-headed flail and buying a few standard weapons, Charlotte would still have dozens of Aegis left—a nice little windfall.

Obviously, not every newcomer to Kilmainham Prison could enjoy such a bonus.

It was clear that it was Miss Newman’s favor that gave Charlotte this special opportunity. Whether he would have such chances in the future would depend on whether he could win this senior’s favor or get assigned to special tasks.

Charlotte didn’t spare another glance at the multi-headed flail, but played with the vampiric hand axe for quite a while, growing more and more fond of it.

That day, Miss Newman didn’t arrive at Kilmainham Prison until noon, and immediately assigned Charlotte an extremely heavy load of paperwork, making his first day at the new job a whirlwind of activity.

At first, Charlotte had looked forward to working overtime with his senior, but by nightfall, all he wanted was to find a place to sleep—even a stone floor would do.

This hectic pace lasted for a full week and three more days. When Newman finally finished her own work, she gave Charlotte a day off, and for the first time, he got to go home after work from his new job.

As Charlotte left Kilmainham Prison, he deeply felt that, whether on Earth or in another world, being able to leave work on time was a true earthly happiness.

Back at the Savings Society apartment, he had a wonderful sleep.

The next day, after getting up,

and having a bite to eat, Charlotte left the Savings Society apartment and headed straight for his alma mater—Sheffield University.

Charlotte wasn’t going back to his alma mater for nostalgia.

He was planning to check out the weapons market near Sheffield University.

As a prison guard, it was impossible not to carry a weapon—that would make him stand out. The weapons market near Sheffield University was known for good quality and reasonable prices.

For once, Charlotte didn’t take a public carriage, choosing to walk instead.

The weapons market near Sheffield University mainly catered to the university’s students and nearby residents.

Back in his university days, Charlotte often wandered around here. Although he almost never bought anything, he was very familiar with the place. At that time, he didn’t need a personal weapon—the school provided training weapons, and he wasn’t a fan of martial arts, so he had no need to buy his own.

Arriving at the weapons market, Charlotte navigated the area like an old hand, lingered for a while in front of a second-hand weapons shop, and finally stepped inside.

He still remembered that this shop often had good second-hand items, though the owner was notorious for ripping people off and didn’t have a great reputation.

The shop owner didn’t remember a casual visitor like Charlotte who had never made a purchase, but greeted him with a beaming smile and said, “We have the best weapons in Strasbourg here. Whether you need a rapier, a saber, a knight’s lance, or a shield, we have it all, and the quality is top-notch.”

Charlotte sneered inwardly, thinking, “Your shop mainly buys and resells second-hand weapons, selling shoddy goods as if they were high quality, and you don’t even have your own workshop. Best quality? That’s just to fool out-of-towners.”

He didn’t expose the owner’s tricks, but smiled slightly and said, “I need a pistol, or maybe a cane. Do you have any good recommendations?”