With another flip of his hand, the cigarette case returned to his grasp.
There was a moment of silence between grandfather and grandson, and after a while, Malin burst into laughter: "Come on, my child, we need to finish your business quickly, then I will shop for some good stuff for my era."
"Will there ever be a day when archaeologists fret over finding modern goods in relics from two thousand years ago?" Mars also chuckled.
"To hell with them! Quick, lad! Let's go!" Malin quickened his pace, while starting to consider what he should buy.
Hmm, some weapons to start with, to bring back for those Great Craftsmen to reverse-engineer the schematics, then machine tools. I wonder if I could find any high-precision lathes here.
There really is a lot to buy, Malin sighed, and for the first time, wished he could stay in this era a bit longer.
