"Enough, kid, you've got some nerve. I'm starting to think twice about taking on your jobs." Brinston poured himself a drink and downed it in one gulp. "Alright, what's your plan?"
"His armor—five hundred sets!"
Brinston shook his head slightly.
"Not doing it?" Fang Hao asked in confusion.
"It's not that, but this amount of Dragon Scales isn't enough to make five hundred sets."
Fang Hao kept talking, "Uh... it's enough. Measure the data first, I'll deliver the materials later."
Brinston was utterly stunned.
This wasn't just about a single dragon.
But he quickly regained his composure and said, "I'll have someone measure the data first. Whether I take this job or not, I'll need to discuss it further."
"Alright!"
Soon, two dwarf master craftsmen came in and measured the body data for Rolana and Nisbit.
Everything went smoothly.
However, Brinston did not accept the Dragon Scales, stating that he would notify Fang Hao after deciding whether to take the job.
