Excuse Me, Can You Lend Me A Knife Please?

"C-cleaver?" The dwarf assistant was taken aback. Although he had only been with Master Rom for six months, he had already heard many weird requests as he had to receive many customers who were attracted by Master Rom's fame every day. However, this was the first time he had heard of a cleaver.

"Yes." Mag nodded seriously before adding, "The kind of cleaver that a chef uses to chop his ingredients when he's cooking."

"Master Rom said he was not receiving any customers or accepting any orders today. Please go back." The shop assistant shook his head. This human chef most likely didn't know the situation very well. It was usually the powerhouses who came to look for the master to forge a weapon specially for them. Instead, he had requested to forge a cleaver.

"May I bother you to inform the master?" Mag insisted.

The assistant pondered after he saw Mag's determined gaze. Then, he nodded. "Alright. I will pass on the message, but don't get your hopes up."