"Is this the weapon you crafted?" On the open ground, Chen Feng raised the replica in his hand and asked.
The blacksmith appeared a bit nervous, after all, the seemingly young man in front of him was the true authority of the entire Order.
As a believer who went to the church to pray every time there was a service, the blacksmith had many complex emotions towards Chen Feng, a mix of gratitude, respect, and fear. Even though he was already a Silver Peak expert, his palms started to sweat.
Upon hearing Chen Feng's inquiry, the blacksmith questioned his own craftsmanship for the first time. Compared to the confidence he felt when explaining his custom weapons to others, at this moment, he felt nervous and headache-ridden.
It's the same old story, a famous figure of the Order stands before you, just like on TV, perhaps every word has a deeper meaning.
What if he says something wrong? Would he be punished?
