"Enough, you really have guts, I'm almost scared to take your job," Brinston poured himself a glass of wine and downed it in one go, "Alright, what do you plan to do?"
"His armor, five hundred sets!"
Brinston shook his head slightly.
"Not doing it?" Fang Hao asked in confusion.
"No, this amount of Dragon Scales can't make five hundred sets."
Fang Hao then continued, "Uh... enough, start with the measurements, I'll send the materials over when it's time."
Brinston was completely stunned.
This wasn't just a single dragon.
But he quickly composed himself and said, "I'll have someone take the measurements first. Whether I take this job or not, I'll have to discuss it first."
"Okay!"
Soon, two Dwarf master craftsmen came in and took Rolana and Nisbit's measurements.
Everything went rather smoothly.
Only, Brinston didn't take the Dragon Scales, saying that he would let him know whether he would take the job or not after some discussion.
