Reflecting

Christopher returned to his workshop after handing the weapon. He swept the non-existent sweat on his forehead as he entered his room. "Huh…. That was close. I am not confident that I can leave with one piece if that guy decides to fight me."

"Who will fight you? Who's crazy enough to fight you?"

Chris was surprised to hear the voice in his room. He turned toward the voice and found his friend holding his booze. "What are you doing in my workroom? I have told you many times not to bring your drink to my workshop!"

Gortham ignored the nagging, squinting his eyes at his friend. "You haven't answered me yet. Who's crazy enough dares to fight you?" Albeit Christopher was weaker than him, his friend was still Demi-God Rank. It was just that Christopher had dedicated his life to smithing instead of fighting.

"Who else? The young man you wronged." Christopher shrugged. "I met him outside to deliver his commission since he has paid and given the materials to me."