After the second inspection, Winters nodded, didn't glance at the firearms on the shelf a second time, and unhesitatingly asked, "Could you take me to see the swords?"
As the group headed toward the Swordsmith Workshop, Caman whispered to Winters, "[Old Language] When did you become an 'expert'?"
Winters blinked, answering casually, "[Old Language] Picked it up on the spot from Berlion. In Fortress of Steel, if you're not an expert, you get bullied."
"[Old Language] And... what were you laughing at just now?"
"[Old Language] Hmm?"
"[Old Language] The matter about the Forge."
Winters looked at Caman, a hint of a smile appeared on his lips, and he shook his head slightly, "[Old Language] It's complicated, I'll explain when we get back."
The workshop for forging swords was right next to the firearms workshop, both owned by Schmid, just separated by a low wall.
Passing through a half-closed wooden door, they arrived at Schmid's Swordsmith Workshop.
