"Spare you?" Lann looked curiously at the leader of the second group, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"It's not nonsense... tsk, explaining a blacksmith's work to an outsider like you is pointless."
The bald, one-eyed uncle stopped halfway, shaking his head with disinterest.
But this only piqued Lann's interest further.
"Are you serious?" The Demon Hunter raised an amused eyebrow. After experiencing the fierce side of this sword, he thought he had seen through the reasons behind the second group's leader's weariness. So he relaxed more.
"Surely you're not planning on selling your blacksmithing skills like some masterpiece, spinning legendary tales to boost its allure, are you?"
"It's not like I haven't done that before."
The second group leader casually revealed a glimpse of his 'dark' past.
"After all, it's about earning money from those wealthy folks who want to flaunt their bravery with weapons but are unwilling to hunt themselves. No big deal."
