Aamon.

Gates' smirk widened into a full grin, his sharp features lighting up with genuine excitement. Even a man of his stature wasn't immune to the thrill of acquiring rare treasures.

"You never fail to amaze me," Gates muttered, stepping closer to examine the items. His fingers twitched slightly, eager to claim the items.

"How much for all three?" he asked, his gaze never leaving the weapons.

Arthur's eyes locked onto Gates', his expression unreadable. Then, with a calm tone, he delivered his price.

"Nothing."

Gates froze, momentarily thrown off. "Nothing?"

Arthur's smile didn't waver. "You can take them. Like you said before—consider it a token of our friendship."

For a moment, Gates was silent, before a genuine chuckle escaped him.

"Well, well," Gates mused, shaking his head with an amused grin. "Then I won't embarrass you by refusing."