"Still, if you ever feel unwell, come to me anytime. Don't feel burdened."
"Yes, thank you."
"Ah, by the way, are you going to participate in the mounted spear competition?"
"I plan to."
"I see. Understood."
Aint, who was about to stand up, hesitated for a moment.
"Ah, if I may ask, Senior. That golem."
"You mean Wooden?"
"Yes. Could I know what that golem Wooden is made of? Ah, if it's a rude question, you don't have to answer."
"No, it's fine. I mixed multiple adamant and mithril I bought from you."
"Thank you for telling me."
Aint left the private room.
Gardner burst into laughter, confirming that his prediction was correct.
"Yes, Gardner's words were right."
