Facing the curious looks from Jiang Cheng and his group, the old man waved his hand and said, "No, no, I don't have any weapons for you, but if you can tell me what kind of weapon you want, maybe I can help you."

Seeing that the old man didn't seem to be joking, Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment.

Initially, he wanted to prepare a short sword or dagger for Yanran, but thinking it over, he decided it would be better to ask Yanran's opinion, since the weapon was for her to use.

He looked up at Yanran and asked, "What kind of weapon do you want?"

Yanran bit her finger, starting to think.

A short sword or dagger would be nice. Sister Ba Lv uses a short sword, and she wields it very skillfully. If I wanted a short sword, it wouldn't be impossible, but somehow it feels like it's missing a bit of excitement.

Yanran's little head kept thinking and suddenly she asked the innkeeper, "Any weapon is okay?"

The old man chuckled and shook his head, "As long as it's not a highly advanced technological weapon, I can basically make the rest—."

Seeing the old man confidently, Yanran felt reassured.

She told Jiang Cheng, "Teacher, I've decided what weapon I want."

Jiang Cheng and the old man both looked at her with interest, curious about what kind of weapon this quirky little girl would choose.

Surprisingly, the weapon Yanran wanted was a type of claw.

When Jiang Cheng and the old man learned of Yanran's choice, they were both a little surprised.

Obviously, neither of them was unfamiliar with this kind of weapon, but it was undoubtedly an extremely niche weapon.

Yanran had her own thoughts.

She was quick and agile, but her weakness was her lack of strength. Maybe this could be improved in the future, but there was no good solution in the short term.

The claws, being very effective in close combat, could compensate for her lack of strength. Moreover, due to the nature of the claws, she could fully utilize the terrain, allowing her to maximize her abilities.

In short, she decided on the claws.

Once the innkeeper understood that Yanran wouldn't change her mind, he fell silent, sipping the drink he invented, as if he was deep in thought.

Seeing the old man silent for a long time, Yanran felt a bit embarrassed and asked, "Old sir, is my request too much?"

The innkeeper came back to his senses as if waking from a dream, "Too much? No, no, I just thought of an old friend."

Shi Su and Yanran were puzzled. They thought the old man was contemplating how to find the weapon, but he was thinking about an old friend of his.

Seeing the curious eyes of the alien travelers before him, the old man smiled wryly, "I don't have such a weapon," he gave them a glance, "but I have an old friend, the very person I just thought of, who makes all sorts of intricate and exotic items."

He continued, "Of course, that includes the type of claw you're talking about."

But, people like them all have one common flaw, which is," the old man paused, "everything depends on their mood."

Seeing Jiang Cheng and Yanran listening seriously, the old man was pleased and continued speaking, "I can promise you, my old friend is a master craftsman of incredible skill, equally incredible, is his temper." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"If he doesn't like you or he's in a bad mood, you can forget about him making even a single nail for you. If, on the other hand," he shook his head, clearly not abiding by his friend's temperament, "if he takes a liking to you, then everything will be fine."

The old man nodded to reinforce his words.

Jiang Cheng and Yanran exchanged glances, both seeing disappointment in each other's eyes.

They came from an extraterrestrial planet, and the person they were most familiar with in the area was the innkeeper, meaning they had no social connections to rely on. Additionally, although they had a small amount of money, since the innkeeper said his friend was a master craftsman, the fees would likely be high.

No connections and no money, how could they ever hope to have this master craft Yanran's desired weapon?

However, since the innkeeper had brought it up, they should at least try; otherwise, missing out on such a valuable opportunity would be a waste.

The innkeeper was eager, perhaps because he had been too comfortable at the inn for too long and wanted something to do, so he stood up, closed the inn's door, and urged Jiang Cheng and Yanran to go with him to his friend's place.

A small courtyard that appeared quite ordinary from the outside. If the innkeeper hadn't vouched for it, you wouldn't know this place housed a Master of Casting.

The yard was filled with various potted plants, each one remarkable in its craftsmanship, layout, choice of materials, and the stones used for decoration, living up to the phrase "astonishing craftsmanship."

The innkeeper seemed so accustomed to it all that he took no notice, while Jiang Cheng, always busy, had no leisure to indulge in such things. So, they both walked directly toward a door hidden among the greenery, as if they hadn't even seen the plants.

However, Yanran stopped, admiring each beautiful bonsai, muttering to herself, critiquing the placement of rocks in one, and the artificial carving marks in another, like a true connoisseur.

The innkeeper approached the door and knocked on it.

A strong voice responded from inside, "Who is it?"

The innkeeper replied, "It's me. I've brought two friends to meet you."

Inside, the response was quite direct, "Not seeing anyone!"

Jiang Cheng and the innkeeper exchanged glances, speechless.

The innkeeper intended to introduce Jiang Cheng and Yanran to an old friend of his, a renowned master of creation, but he also warned them that although the master was very skilled, his temper was notoriously quirky.

Even though Jiang Cheng and Yanran thought the chance of this master helping them might be slim, given the difficulty of securing such an opportunity, they still went to his place.

Sure enough, this famously ill-tempered Master of Casting didn't even meet them, asking them to leave in a very rude manner, even though they had been introduced by an old friend of his.

Seeing the Master of Casting not even opening the door and directly ordering them to leave, Jiang Cheng and the innkeeper could only exchange glances.

Jiang Cheng thought this Master's temper, though odd, was understandable. After all, back on Earth, he knew a few top-tier talents in specific fields with similarly quirky tempers. Jiang Cheng had encountered a few such people before.