“Hey, you people. How could you give up your family treasure that easily?” Davey spoke to the dwarves.

“It’s fine! We can’t use it anyways! I think our ancestors would be happy if you used it in the last work of the ‘Thousand-day Blacksmith’, wise teacher!!”

Davey was afraid that the dwarves’ ancestors would really feel that way. The ancestors were also dwarves, after all. “Sigh…” Davey let out a deep sigh and looked at all the materials laid out in front of him.

-You don’t have enough?

‘All these materials are also going to disappear, too.’ Davey thought as he looked at the orichalcum, adamantium, and various aged reagents. Not only that, but there were also the dragon bones that were going to be the finishing material.

‘I think I’m going to have to tweak my design a little.’ Davey was going to use what he was given; he decided to look at the bright side.

* * *

“I will issue my authority as the highest-ranking elder! I cannot give up anymore!” Golgouda shouted.

“You cheap grandpa!”

“Hmph! Tsk tsk!”

At last, the dwarves’ fight about whose workshop Davey was going to use came to an...