Bab 147: The Prosthetic Arm

Wearing a mask of solemness, yet his brows furrowed in guilt and traces of fear swirling in his eyes, Gork bowed low before Adam.

"This is the result of our week of collaboration with the incredible human forger called Muramasa and the woodcarver, Dimitris."

He pinched the piece of fabric, drawing everyone's attention and eagerness to see what mysterious item it covered.

However, his fingers twitched, and he lingered for a second, then two.

Adam's lips quivered after five seconds of stillness as he observed the goblin's twisted expression and tensed shoulders as if he hesitated to show his work.

Rolling his eyes, his voice echoed gently to contrast with his earlier cold display and appease Gork's potential fears.

"Relax, friend. Even if it's not fully developed, I won't get angry." He offered him a warm smile to add weight to his words. "I value your diligence and effort. Thank you for the hard work."