"Poland, your smile is so radiant, it makes me feel like I've made a bad deal," the Jackal Wolfman retorted.
The blond strongman chuckled, his expression quickly changing as he looked with longing at the Curved Saber of Meteorite Iron tightly gripped by the Jackal Wolfman's hand,
"Oh, my precious, it took thirty-some days and nights of sweat and toil just to..."
"Poland, shut up quickly. You're making me feel like I've made a bad deal and starting to despise this weapon... Alright, I need to hurry back to practice using this weapon. There's still plenty to do afterward," the Jackal Wolfman Green interrupted the blond strongman's nauseating performance, waved his hand, and walked away.
"Are you planning to go to Laputa Lake again this time?" shouted the blond boss from behind.
The Jackal Wolfman Green replied without turning his head, "Yes, this time I'm taking my adventurer's guild to Laputa Lake to hunt those River Monsters; lately, that's the most profitable place."
