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Of course, Herren couldn't possibly get drunk; he had almost forgotten what it felt like to be slightly tipsy.

So after the banquet, he immediately shed his drunken state and went to the furnace room, where he stayed up all night placing freshly forged halberds on the weapon rack.

Old Ian and the others, who rarely had such a good meal and drinks, were already completely drunk, so Herren had to do everything himself all night.

As dawn broke, Herren looked at the full shelf of halberds, then lay down contentedly on a recliner in the furnace room and dozed off for a while.

Coincidentally, when Jessica came to visit, she saw Herren looking tired and half-asleep, which perfectly matched the mental state of someone who was still hungover.

However, thanks to the blessing of the Helen Ring, although he was sleep-deprived, his energy and spirit were slowly recovering.

"Mr. Herren, or rather... Master? Do you remember our agreement?"

"An agreement?"

Herren was momentarily stunned, then slapped his forehead.

"Oh right! Of course, I've never forgotten that."

After saying that, Herren shakily stood up from the recliner, went to light the stove, and then picked up a hammer.

To Jessica, his composed demeanor made it seem as if he was still drunk and in poor condition.

"Excuse my bluntness, Master, should I come back later? At least until you're a bit more sober? I can see your eyes are almost closed."

"ha……"

Upon hearing this, Herren glanced at him dismissively and laughed.

"Would you like me to blindfold myself and show you?"

"That...that's not necessary."

"Then stop talking nonsense and just watch quietly."

"Alright... but shouldn't the weapon forging process be kept secret? Are you just going to show it to us like this?"

Herren laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and said confidently.

"If you can understand it after watching it twice, you might as well give up business. I can take you on as my apprentice. I like a promising talent like you."

Herren's words sounded arrogant to Jessica, because Noxians had a level of understanding of weapons that was hard for people from other places to comprehend. Even though Jessica didn't understand weapon forging, she believed that Herren could see some of the tricks of the trade.

After all, his family had private artisans who, though they had never eaten pork, had at least seen pigs run.

But then he understood why Herren was so confident.

Herren simply threw a piece of cold iron ore into the furnace to heat and purify it. He didn't even watch over it and turned to polish the handle.

Once the handle was sufficiently polished, he turned around, without even glancing at it, and took out the red-hot ore. Then he picked up the hammer and began to strike it.

Jessica noticed that Herren really did have his eyes closed... or half-closed, but he wasn't really focused.

But the force of the hammering was so powerful and even with almost every strike that the crisp sound produced seemed to be the same for every single one.

He never checked, seemingly confident that he wouldn't make a mistake. He went through one process after another, leaving even a novice like Jessica somewhat dumbfounded, as were his entourage, some of whom were genuine experts in forging.

Herren didn't seem to be working; rather, he seemed to be completing a meticulous artistic process.

About an hour later, when Jessica came to her senses, Herren had already handed her a finished cross-shaped halberd.

"This...that's it?"

Jessica instinctively reached out and took it. The feel and weight were exactly the same as last night's.

"How is it? Did you learn it? If not, I can demonstrate it a few more times."

Herren put his hands behind his back and said jokingly.

"No...no need. You...truly a master. Even if I watched it a hundred times, I still couldn't learn such a level..."

Jessica was completely convinced now. She had initially held onto some hope, perhaps because she didn't understand forging techniques very well.

But when he turned to look at his follower, whom he had boasted about being skilled in forging, and saw the shock and disbelief on his face as if his worldview had collapsed, he became completely honest.

How could someone forge a weapon of such quality so quickly?

In fact, Helen did not show his initial flame in order to keep it a secret, otherwise he could have done it even faster, but it was enough to shock Jessica and the others.

Looking at the halberds lined up on the weapon rack, Jessica's brief sense of frustration was replaced by a surge of greed.

"Well then, Master Herren, would you be willing to pass on your skills to us? Rest assured, Noxians never mistreat their friends; we will offer generous compensation."

Jessica said eagerly, but Herren shook his head.

"no."

Herren didn't give a reason, but Jessica could understand and wasn't surprised. After all, a weapon of this quality would have blueprints sealed as a national secret in Noxus, even if it were a fortress of immortality.

Then, he settled for second best.

"So...can we buy your weapons from here?"

However, Herren's expression remained somewhat reluctant, and he countered with a question.

"Aren't you businessmen? Why are you so concerned about weapons?"

Faced with Herren's questioning, Jessica answered without batting an eye.

"Precisely because we are businessmen, we have to consider profits... If we were to transport the raw ore back to Noxus, there would be a lot of losses along the way, and we would also need to find specialized craftsmen, but you can obviously save us a lot of money."

Because of Herren's ulterior motives, he deliberately showed the material preparation process to his face. Apart from a small piece of cold iron and an ordinary piece of wood, no other materials were used.

Such low costs and such high-quality finished products... compared to them, the artisans of Noxus are simply wasting the empire's wealth!

If they cooperate with Winter's Claw, they can directly ship high-quality finished weapons back to Noxus. Jessica has already decided that even if Herren asks for an exorbitant price, she is determined to get it.

Jessica was certain that Immortal Fortress was absolutely willing to pay a price for a weapon of this quality; she didn't even need to contact her superiors to finalize the deal.

Because he knew that at this very moment, the entire empire was gearing up for a war...

At this moment, Herren finally showed a hint of interest.

He stroked his chin, tapped the table, pondered for a moment, and then pointed to the cross-shaped halberd.

"But as you can see, a cross-shaped halberd only requires a piece of cold iron of average size, so the cost is not high... I'm not sure if you can offer me a price that satisfies me."

"Rest assured, even if the materials are simple, we will not let down the work of a master craftsman... We are willing to pay five times the price for a weapon forged from a piece of cold iron."

Five times?!

Herren's pupils suddenly contracted. He had only wanted about five times the price, but he had completely underestimated the Noxians' determination. The Noxians quoted his ideal price right away.

However, after adjusting his emotions, Herren still looked troubled.

"As you've seen, our War Mother doesn't really have a good impression of the Noxians, and I'm not sure if these conditions will be enough to persuade her..."

"So you mean...?"

"It costs more..."