The old Demon Hunter looked at Lann's smile, and couldn't help but pause.
Then, as if suddenly coming to his senses, he shook his head.
"Damn it, what the hell... Don't smile at me in the future!"
Lann shrugged indifferently, dismounted, and walked towards Belengar.
"That's the first time I've heard an employee make such a request to their boss."
"Fair enough. So tell me, old man. How's the job going? If I'm not satisfied, no paycheck."
Lann teased the old Demon Hunter whose face was covered in coal dust.
Belengar found a towel to wipe his face, tilted his head, and spat on the ground.
"Tch~ As you said, the technique for forging this steel isn't complicated. I finished researching it in about two weeks."
"But it's still that problem; I need Magic assistance."
"I estimate the Magic Power required for this steel isn't massive, nor is the magic complex. But I'm just a Demon Hunter; if you want me to lift a curse, I've got it down, but parsing spells... you get it, right?"
