Just as Han Shuo was secretly rejoicing and about to agree, another dwarf suddenly spoke up. "Bennett, the village chief said we couldn't bring humans into the village. Have you forgotten?"
"Bansen, but he saved us from those Forest Troll villains!" Bennett said, looking at the dwarf.
"I know, but we have to listen to the village chief, or we'll be punished," Bansen said stubbornly.
"It's fine, it's fine. I won't go, then. It's been a pleasure meeting you. I'll be adventuring nearby for a while, so perhaps we'll run into each other again. Goodbye." Han Shuo understood that he couldn't rush things with the dwarves. Winning their acceptance and friendship wasn't something he could accomplish all at once, so he immediately spoke with a smile.
"Dear friend, I'm truly sorry. This is a wineskin of wine we brewed. Please take it as our thanks. I hope you can forgive us." Somewhat helplessly, Bennett handed Han Shuo a wineskin from inside his clothes and apologized.
Han Shuo would have preferred them to forge him a suitable weapon as thanks, but naturally, he wouldn't show that now. Accepting the wineskin with a smile, he graciously expressed his understanding and left with Little Skeleton.
If his Demonic Cultivation Art reached the True Demon stage, Han Shuo would naturally be able to refine Demonic Treasure weapons himself. For now, though, getting the dwarves' help was indeed a good way to obtain a suitable weapon.
There was a Demonic Treasure called the Demon-Slaying Edge, slightly longer than a dagger but slightly shorter than a longsword. Both edges were incomparably sharp, and its tip was as pointed as a three-edged spike. Once driven by the Demon-Control Art, it could dart through the air at its wielder's will and take someone's head from a distance. It