"That…" William couldn't believe he got what he desired from the start, "I want a glaive, a good grade one, like a gold grade. Can you make one for me?"
"A gold grade glaive? This…" The two masters in front of him changed their looks when they heard what he said.
"If it will cost a lot, I can pay part of the costs," William got the still valuable cores of the bears. These cores would soon lose their value, and if he'd get his glaive in return for one of them, he'd gladly accept the exchange.
"No, no price is too much for us," Sang said, and yet his face still showed his struggle.
"Then… What's the problem?" William couldn't find anything else that might pose a problem in making his desired glaive.
Just like Sang was dying to make flying gears, William was dying to try out his new technique using a glaive.
"If it's a problem of materials…" William was in the middle of his words when Sang waved his hand and interrupted him.