The dwarf's hands tightened on the table, his thick fingers trembling slightly.
His voice came out hoarse.
"Did... did ye craft this... for real?"
Javier smiled lazily.
"Yeah.
Wanna see how?"
The dwarf could only nod stiffly, his eyes locked onto Javier like a starving man eyeing a banquet.
Javier chuckled softly, reaching once more into his magic storage.
With a casual flick of his wrist,
he pulled out a chunk of gleaming, silver-blue ore,perfectly cut, almost glowing faintly under the mana lights.
The dwarf's eyes widened instantly.
"M-Mithril?!"
he gasped, half standing from his chair.
Javier tilted his head slightly, looking at the ore like it was a simple piece of bread.
"Hmm?
Yeah.
It's not that rare in the Armand Region."
The dwarf's jaw dropped even further.
Javier continued casually, as if discussing weather.
"Well, it's still hard to get.
But since our region has two high-quality mining zones...
both with access to rarest ores, it's not a big deal."
