"By the way, Hephaestus, I have something else I need your help with."
Hephaestus: (﹃)
As everyone knew, there were two ways to embody justice: glowing and being handsome. If someone had both—able to glow and good-looking—then there was nothing more to say. He would undoubtedly be a leader of the righteous path.
The moment the thirteen Golden Cloths were fully completed, Hephaestus immediately revealed his true nature. The old shut-in stroked each Cloth as if they were his wives.
"Hey, are you listening?"
Russell sighed helplessly and waved the thirteen Cloths into his personal storage space. He then said to the bristling Hephaestus, "You personally went through the whole forging process. If you want them, you can forge your own. It's not like you lack materials."
"But..."
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
Hephaestus dearly wanted to say that what he lacked was not materials, but blueprints.
Influenced by his forging philosophy, the armor he designed prioritized practicality over appearance. He simply could not imagine something as flashy as the Golden Cloths.
It was not that he could not do it; rather, it was habitual thinking. Even the God of Forging could not escape the influence of his habits.
With the words on the tip of his tongue, Hephaestus found it difficult to speak. He did not want to be someone who always held out his hand for things.
Perhaps his pride was at work. Since Russell could do it, surely he could as well. With thirteen Golden Cloths before him as examples, even if he could not innovate or make a breakthrough, imitating their style to forge similar armor should not be difficult.
"If you like it, I can help you design a set of God of Fire Battle Armor."
Seeing Hephaestus looking somewhat uneasy, Russell patted his chest. "Big