Facing Ulthane's condition, Roy did not immediately agree. Instead, he said playfully to Ulthane, "What if I say no?"
Hearing this, Ulthane was visibly stunned for a moment, and he could not help but widen his eyes. "You're unwilling? Don't be mistaken. I am the most skilled craftsman among the makers. Even if the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse sought me to forge weapons, it would depend on my mood. Now that I've taken the initiative to propose it, you're actually saying no?!"
"Yes, you're indeed a very good blacksmith, but you don't seem to be good at acting!" Roy smiled. "You're not someone who loves to drink like your life depends on it. How can you so easily take action for just a few bottles of wine? You actually… want to see my sword, right?"
