"Are you going to answer me or not? What is happening here?"
The veins on Crawford's forehead throbbed as he patiently waited for Grandmaster Acalan, but the other party continued to gaze at the display silently. That too, he was not looking at Liam. Rather, he was watching Derek.
"There is nothing to say. I simply do not have the answers for you."
"You are lying."
"Hmmm. Is that so?"
Crawford's mustache twitched. This senile fool was too infuriating. However, he had to be patient because this person was a Grandmaster of forging. If anyone had the answers, then it was this person.
"Fine. Let this be." Crawford waved his hand, and the display changed to reveal Liam, who was busily feeding the different weapons to the sword. "What is he doing? What is that sword? I am not able to sense it."
