"Don't rush me, there's nothing good to see there anyway! Old Short Legs, have you been here too long and picked up those bad habits of humans? When did us Ishurians ever care about all that fancy stuff? We only care about alchemy."
Standing in front of the counter was 'Fancy Stuff,' a human named Fang Hong, observing the old Dwarfs chattering nonstop and intently fiddling with a Projection Crystal.
They argued so fiercely that they completely ignored him, treating him as if he were thin air.
Fang Hong, having no choice, had to knock on the counter forcefully and raised his voice, "I am a registered Alchemist from Kapuka, hoping to apply here to complete the official craftsman's assessment!"
The room suddenly fell silent.
Only then did the Dwarfs turn around and size him up from head to toe.
"Where did this little one come from?"
"Can't you see we're busy?"
"Did you say you're an Apprentice Alchemist?"
"Where is your guiding star?"
The Dwarfs spoke over each other.
