Asmatos looked at the muttering One-Horned Devil Immortal. "Do we really need to be this cautious?"
This fellow really was using all those resources to make things.
Bows and arrows, throwing darts, talismans, and so on-he had brought out practically every ranged weapon available.
Asmatos felt that this would be enough even to deal with a force of ten thousand.
That fellow was indeed formidable.
But surely he could not be this difficult to handle.
"Yes, I must be cautious, then more cautious still. After all, I've never truly beaten him head-on, although I'm confident I can."
His face was solemn as he spoke.
Asmatos immediately felt that this fellow was quite dependable after all.
He nodded in satisfaction. "Then carry on. If you need resources, just ask."
Taking rewards and getting the job done-that was the attitude he liked best.
Unlike the warriors under his command. He had given them plenty of benefits, but how many would truly risk their lives for him?
When all was said and done, there really were not many.
"Then give me another ten tons of obsidian!"
The One-Horned Devil Immortal spoke casually.
Asmatos, who was on his way out, stumbled and nearly fell flat on the ground.
He acted as though he had not heard.
He turned and walked away.
He hastily fled the One-Horned Devil Immortal's workshop.
This fellow really has the nerve to ask.
Ten tons of obsidian? Do you think I have an obsidian mine at home?
Watching Asmatos flee in haste, the One-Horned Devil Immortal smiled like a schemer whose plot had succeeded.
He put down his work and leisurely sipped his spirit tea.
"These things from the Human Race really are wonderful. Who would have thought they'd taste so good? Ah, I wonder when I'll get to take