As soon as the words fell, Barn, realizing he had inadvertently spoken too much, promptly shut his mouth.
Facing Xia Nan's inquiry about the price, his face, dense with hair due to his dwarf lineage, first showed a hint of hesitation.
Then he politely and subtly shifted his gaze from the black-haired young man in front of him to the last item on the shelf, a full-body heavy armor marked with a price of "1500 Gold."
He slowly began:
"Actually, my suggestion is to first process this scale simply, and on the premise of preserving its integrity as the main material, forge a temporary arm shield."
"This way, not only can you use it for emergencies now, but in the future, when you have the means for higher-grade equipment, you can easily separate the scale from the arm shield."
"What do you think?"
Barn spoke very tactfully.
Xia Nan understood what he meant.
In summary, just four words—
No money, don't touch.
