Approaching Lynn, he spoke, "Lord, I was just looking for you."
Looking at Flint, Lynn asked, "Lord Flint, what is the matter?"
Flint exhaled a breath of heat and began to explain.
"Lord, the greatsword I promised you before has been completed!"
"Do you want to visit the Blacksmith Workshop and take a look?"
Lynn raised his eyebrows, "Lead the way."
He had been busy with various matters lately and had indeed forgotten about the greatsword Flint promised to forge for him.
Flint agreed, "Follow this old man!"
Following behind Flint, Lynn walked to the farthest edge of the Blacksmith Workshop.
Amid the gazes of the blacksmith apprentices, Lynn went straight to the farthest back of the finished products storage area.
Even before Lynn could give any instructions, Flint directly ran up to a stool, extended his arms, and lifted up a sheathed greatsword.
Then.
Flint leaped down from the stool, striding over to Lynn.
