Lucen was about to answer when the dwarf suddenly pointed at Lucen's arquebus. "What is that?"
"This is a new weapon I created."
"A weapon, is it?"
The dwarf continued to observe the arquebus. This was shaped in a way that was different from any other weapon he had seen, but based on the design, he had a few guesses as to how this object worked.
"... If I let you in, will you allow me to disassemble that weapon of yours?"
Lucen had already expected the dwarf to say something like this. Like in most of the fantasy genres, even in this world, the dwarves were the best craftsmen; their skills were practically mythical.
This was a race that was in love with creating, mining, and drinking. Lucen had deliberately dangled and showed off the arquebus so that the dwarf might notice it.
Lucen couldn't help but smile in his mind as he captured the dwarf's attention in the first step. He had other things in mind, but he did not need to use them for now.
