Huai Shi was taking inventory of his belongings.
With half an hour left before dinner began, he at least needed to understand his current status and what exactly he was carrying.
An overcoat, a replaceable leather armor lining, a change of pants and shirt, a copy of the 'Bible,' compiled by the Stigma Genealogy, a Wanderer's Coin, and three hundred and forty-five Lira Copper Coins, exactly exchangeable for thirty silver coins. These were all miscellaneous items.
Then there was a set of small Alchemy Equipment and a box filled with Green Solidified Grease. Fourteen Flying Knives, ready to be thrown at any time, were embedded in the grease—the green substance looked like nothing good.
A Hand Crossbow, mountable on the underside of his arm, would be perfectly concealed if worn with the overcoat. Two Short Knives engraved with sacred words and a Short Knife that could be strapped to his lower leg... All of these he had just inventoried.
