Noticing the strange look in Zeus's eyes, Russell offered no further explanation. If the client wanted to meddle in the contractor's work... then pay up, or shut up.
With that in mind, he reached for the King of Gods Battle Armor blueprint, only for Zeus to snatch it away and clutch it tightly in his hand.
If Hera had been there, she would surely have been too furious to eat or sleep. The last time Zeus had treasured her this much, they had still been purely siblings.
"What are you trying to do?"
"I can see the King of Gods is dissatisfied with the forging process, so I'm taking back the design. When Hades comes by someday, I'll sell it to him instead." Russell shrugged. Life was not easy for a contractor; he could not let a design go to waste.
"If he dares wear something like that, I'll beat him to death!"
Zeus said bitterly, then froze slightly. "If Hades comes to you, you'll design battle armor for him too, won't you?"
"Of course. I'm not a child. Why wouldn't I make money when there's money to be made?"
"Right..."
The corner of Zeus's mouth twitched, and he added, "Will you make money from Hera too?"
"Hera? Who's Hera?"
"..."
Skipping over that subject, Zeus said he would have someone send the materials to Sanctuary as soon as possible. As for Hades's King of the Underworld Battle Armor, he offered an additional hefty sum, demanding that the number of wings in its design absolutely could not exceed those of the King of Gods Battle Armor.
Olympus was not heaven, so why was he so hung up on the number of wings?
Russell grumbled inwardly, but money talked. He agreed that Hades's armor would absolutely not have more wings than