What pleased Lynn was that after walking around the storage area a few times, he didn't feel any sense of constraint from the armor.
Lynn moved, pushing the visor on the helmet upward, "Flint, I recall you didn't measure me?"
Flint, who had been standing by his side, spoke calmly, "My Lord, as a Master Blacksmith..."
"My eyes are the measure!"
Looking at Flint, who was hardly waist-high, putting on airs as an expert.
Lynn couldn't help but roll his eyes.
However.
Lynn also understood that Flint had his reasons for being proud!
With a swift move, Lynn drew the one-handed sword from his waist.
Swoosh~
The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed.
Flint, who had been standing with his eyes slightly closed, arms crossed, started in surprise, quickly opening his eyes and stepping back two paces in retreat.
All the mystique from earlier instantly dissipated.
Seeing Flint's expression, the corner of Lynn's mouth lifted slightly.
