"About Valerian Steel, I've signed a contract on technology confidentiality."
Belengar answered Lambert's question, but his eyes were on Vesemir.
"Friendship is friendship, business is business."
Vesemir gave Belengar a gentle pat on the shoulder, smiling easily as he spoke.
"You've signed the contract, so it's a task. Yes, a task is a task. Lambert doesn't mean anything by it, he's just a bit curious."
"This gift is already precious, we don't have that kind of appetite. Don't overthink it, Belengar."
Lambert seemed to realize his words nearly caused a misunderstanding, so he quickly placed his hands on his chest in a gesture of resistance.
"Whoa whoa... I merely asked casually, how could you think so askew?"
His face indeed showed complete resistance.
"Although I really want two good swords, if you misunderstand this much, I'd rather turn around and walk away. Truly."
Finally, the misunderstanding was cleared.
