"Are you planning to use this weapon to mock the Yangxiang Race on the battlefield?"
The blind blacksmith asked.
He had a condition for forging weapons. The price could be negotiated, but a Military Department medal must be presented.
Su Yue took out three medals at once.
The blind man felt them to confirm their authenticity.
Someone with a Military Department medal is unlikely to supply weapons to the Yangxiang Race or be a spy for them.
So the blind craftsman felt reassured.
Moreover, although he was blind, he wasn't blind in the heart. With just a bit of conversation, he could roughly judge whether someone harbored ill intentions toward the human race—an indescribable special ability of the disabled.
"Exactly!
On the battlefield, I'll tell the Yangxiang Race that I stole this from their city, infuriating those beasts to death."
Su Yue explained.
Sigh.
To flaunt with a stick against the Yangxiang Race, would I mess around?
