"That's true."
Qiong Xing nodded.
He understood that reality was not so simple.
Passion alone could not keep a business running.
"But if there were people who wanted your work, would you continue?"
This time, Wayland answered without hesitation.
"Of course I would."
"Then perhaps you shouldn't decide to retire just yet."
"Hm?"
Qiong Xing carefully picked up the knife.
The blade gleamed beautifully under the light.
It was exactly what he had envisioned.
No, it was even better.
"Actually, I have several more things I'd like to ask you to make."
"Several?"
"Yes."
Qiong Xing smiled.
"There are many tools from my homeland that don't exist here. If you're willing, I'd like to work with you again."
For a moment, Wayland simply blinked.
Then a wide grin spread across his face.
"Ha! Now that's a dangerous thing to say."
"Dangerous?"
"You've got no idea how much fun this old man had making that knife."
His laughter echoed throughout the workshop.
