"What if I triple the payment?" Ursha asked, looking straight into the receptionist's eyes.
"I'm really sorry, young sir. We can't accept any orders right now. All our smiths are busy, " The gorgeous receptionist gave an apologetic look.
"It only requires a little mending. See, it is just a little dent. " Ursha flashed his sword. The black astra was giving off a sinister aura. It must have tasted the dark blood of demons.
The receptionist of the smithy, who had seen all kinds of treasure, didn't even spare a glance at the weapon. She continued to jot down something in her rusty log.
"Sorry, sir. We can't help you. Please try to understand. Our smiths have to finish their orders on time. They can't be disturbed."the gorgeous lady said without looking up.
Ursha sighed. He looked at his most cherished sword. Mridali was not just an astra to him. It was his companion, his natal astra. Without it his fighting prowess would take a nosedive.
