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Having witnessed Laine carrying a massive iron block weighing several hundred pounds from one end of the street to the other, the Dwarf Craftsman confirmed that Laine indeed relied on his own strength. He patted his chest with satisfaction: "Oh, really well done. Now I believe you are indeed a brother, Angerong's brother."
"...So, what do you think?" Laine put the hefty iron block back into the blacksmith shop and calmly clapped his hands: "Shall we continue?"
"Oh, of course, I like straightforward and strong humans like you. I hate those Sharp Ears whose bird language makes it impossible to understand if they agree or not." Delong Feinson stroked his bushy beard and nodded repeatedly: "I've actually had enough of this place. Those tax officers and damned Sharp Ears are always bothering me. If you're willing to give me full charge of the workshop, as you said, and offer some perks, then I'm willing to take a look. Now, name your terms, Holy Grail Knight."
