"So let me get this straight. You want to create that piece of Scorching Sun Steel's Spirit Essence, that is capable of melting cities into boiling mass, here, in my smithery, and this Academy. Am I correct?" Bazz asked Khal to make sure he just didn't hear things.
However, Khal still nodded his head firmly before saying, "Yes, I want."
"Then I refuse." Bazz then waved his hand, immediately rejecting Khal's idea.
"Huh?"
"What, 'huh'? You heard me loud and clear! I said, you won't forge that piece of metal, not here in this city much less in this smithery!" said Bazz, even slightly raising his voice to show Khal he was dead serious, and felt kind of irritated at the moment.
"Then where can I?" Khal asked, but his question made Bazz's face turn even uglier than before.
"Where can you? Did you really lost a few screws or do you simply try to pull my leg?" Bazz asked Khal, now his eyes narrowed as he stared daggers at him.
