After Alan clearly explained his intentions, the young female bishop accepted the quiver he handed over and carefully examined the various arrows inside.
After a while, she offered Alan an apologetic smile and said,
"I'm sorry, Mr. Alan.
While it's true that the shafts of these arrows were made from staffs, their mana attributes vary widely.
If we were to simply reforge them directly, the conflicting mana flows would interact and likely cause a mana explosion."
"Even you would find it difficult to avoid the consequences of such a disaster."
"As a bishop with professional integrity," she added firmly,
"I cannot, in good conscience, hand you a ticking time bomb. I hope you can understand."
Alan's face immediately drooped in disappointment.
Still unwilling to give up, he asked,
"Then forget reforging. If we just treat these arrows purely as trade goods, could their combined value be enough to buy me a few staffs or even a single staff?"
