Lonely Mountain City, Iron Hammer Workshop,
"Come on, esteemed workshop master."
Tomun, upon hearing Patterson's decision, instantly lost his happiness.
At their age, who would want to fight?
If he didn't care so much about Lis, would he bother to lift a finger?
Punishing him over such a small matter, this made Tomun quite uncomfortable.
Most importantly, if it was just punishment, Tomun was already mentally prepared.
But he really didn't expect that Winter Son would decide anyone could teach Lis.
Didn't that make all his previous efforts a waste?
"You can lock me up now, but Lis is my apprentice!"
Though a bit daunted by Patterson, Tomun still plucked up the courage to say.
"Even if you're the workshop master, you can't be unreasonable?"
Faced with the insistent Tomun, Patterson wasn't angry; rather, he found it somewhat amusing.
Never before had he seen Tomun care so much about anyone.
