Because one of those races was cunning and greedy, while the other was cruel and bloodthirsty.
Their nature was the complete opposite of what the elves—who loved nature and worshipped the Goddess of Life—favored.
"Master Muer, I would like to ask you to forge me a fire-element staff!" Cory shot Roel a provocative look before speaking to Master Muer.
"Certainly. I can forge you a Legendary-quality staff!" Master Muer had no objection and agreed at once.
"Master Muer, can the staff be forged within a month?"
"Cody, sorry, but Master Muer has just agreed to forge a magic staff for me. So, he can only possibly forge your staff after he finishes mine!"
Before Master Muer could answer, Roel could no longer sit still.
This fellow had clearly come later, yet he wanted to get his staff before Roel did.
This was the forging of a Legendary weapon. Even a Legendary dwarf blacksmith like Master Muer, forging at full capacity, needed one or two months to complete a single piece.
Cody ignored Roel entirely and spoke directly to Master Muer. "Master Muer, I am willing to pay another barrel of 'Water of Life' in exchange for having my staff forged within a month, because I truly need it urgently!"
"You... Cody, as a prince, don't you know that first come, first served is a noble virtue? And just because you need it urgently, does that mean I don't?"
"Haha, since when did Prince Roel, who throws his weight around at the Magic Academy, start understanding noble virtues? Besides, Roel, if you can produce a barrel of 'Water of Life' or some even finer wine, then you can also have Master Muer forge yours first!"
Before Master Muer could state his position, these two had already started snapping at each other.