Chapter 325

Alec Berthold wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead using the back of his hand that was wearing his cloth gloves, which looked shabby and covered in stains. Looking at the two weapons he had just finished making, his thin lips curled into a satisfied smile.

His hand grabbed the large and heavy sword from the surface of his workbench, dripping the surface of the sword with a small ten-millilitre vial filled with Karl's blood that he got from the dragon man himself (given by the man's personal assistant whose name he forgot) as the final touch of his sword.

As his great-grandfather had said when he first started his job as a magic weapon maker for the Berthold family, the Berthold family could not make weapons haphazardly or mass-produce weapons like the weapons used by humans in general. His great-grandfather always emphasised that every magic weapon must meet the characteristics of the owner of the weapon, so the Berthold family could only make weapons based on the request of the