"Master Muer, about the request I made earlier—would you be willing to accept it?" Seeing that Nalant's liquor had also won Master Muer's approval, Cody frowned, a flicker of crisis surfacing in his eyes as he immediately spoke up.
After all, Roel and that brat from who-knew-where had nominally arrived before him. If Master Muer refused his request, he would likely have to wait more than two or three months.
"Human brat from the Bach Empire, although the Water of Life is exceedingly precious and truly a rare fine wine, I can agree to forge a weapon for you—but I will not agree to let you break Muer's rules! Otherwise, if others all acted like you in the future, wouldn't I have no way to refuse them?" Hearing Cody's question, Master Muer immediately gave him a negative answer.
Although the dwarves' forging craftsmanship had earned them the respect of every race across the Sacred Continent, conflicts between the races were inevitable.
And those conflicts could very well eventually spill over onto their weapon-forging race.
Therefore, to avoid being dragged into disputes between the races, the dwarves had many rules when forging weapons.
The original purpose of these rules was to make clear the role played by the dwarves. They forged and sold weapons without distinguishing one's identity or strength.
So long as you offered compensation that met the dwarves' requirements, the dwarves would forge for you.
This way, the dwarves could remain neutral while avoiding being drawn into the conflicts of other races.
Previously, giving fine liquor to earn recognition had actually been one such rule. Whether Master Muer would personally forge for you depended on whether you could bring him even better wine.
And refusing to help people cut in line was also one of the rules against showing