Lonely Mountain City, Iron Hammer Workshop,
"Don't be like this, respected Workshop Master."
The moment Tomun heard Patterson's decision, all his joy vanished.
They were both old men. Who wanted to fight?
If he hadn't cared so much about Reece, would he have needed to throw hands?
Patterson was punishing him over such a small matter, and that made Tomun feel quite miserable.
Most importantly, he could accept being punished. Tomun had long been mentally prepared for that.
But he truly hadn't expected Winterson to decide that anyone could teach Reece.
Wouldn't all the effort he had put in before have gone to waste?
"You can lock me up if you want, but Reece is my disciple!"
Though he was somewhat intimidated by Patterson, Tomun still forced himself to say it.
"Even if you're the Workshop Master, you can't be unreasonable!"
Facing Tomun, who was stubbornly craning his neck, Patterson did not get angry. Instead, he found it somewhat amusing.
He had never seen Tomun care so much about anyone before.
Still, it made sense. Even he had been extremely shocked upon learning that the young Reece had successfully forged a Legendary long sword, the Crimson Flame Dragon Spine.
This was no ordinary genius!
To successfully forge a Legendary weapon within a few days, Reece's abilities were certainly not merely at the level of a newly advanced master blacksmith.
Even Patterson could not help feeling eager to take him as a disciple.
But if he did that, Patterson suspected Tomun might directly fight him to the death.
It would have been one thing if it were someone else, but Tomun's relationship with him was rather special.
Before Patterson had broken through to Legend and taken over the Iron Hammer Workshop, he and Tomun had both been apprentices there.
They knew