"Why would I make the blacksmith provide the materials for a scabbard?"
Werther rummaged through the Pocket Watch for a while and took out an assortment of rare metals.
He kept everything he had acquired on his adventures in the Pocket Watch, so it was well stocked.
"Is this frost crystal iron? Cloud ore? And is this blue gold?"
At the sight of the rare ores, Robert lunged at them like a man starved for over a decade who had suddenly spotted a naked beauty.
Some of the ores Werther had brought out were stolen; others he had bought at the Auction House. Every one of them was exceptionally rare.
Werther also had a habit of collecting rare things, which explained why he had so many ores.
"Will these be enough? If not, tell me what else you need. Since you once worked with the Iron Tribe, your craftsmanship should be decent. I'll leave the scabbard to you. How long will it take?"
Robert considered this, then carefully took stock of the metals.
"These are more than enough. Forget a scabbard—if Tie Yi were here, he could use them to forge a Skillful Grade Blade, maybe even a Great Grade Sword.
"You can trust my craftsmanship. I specialized in making scabbards for the Iron Tribe. As for why I came to Dressrosa, I'd rather not say."
Robert's weathered face actually turned red.
Dellinger sidled up to Werther and whispered, "Lord Werther, they say he was caught having an affair with his sister-in-law. That's why he was driven out to sea."
Werther looked Robert up and down. He had not expected the man to have a past like that.
Robert had apparently heard Dellinger too. He gave an awkward chuckle.
"That was years ago. No need to bring it up. But