Hearing the sudden polite tone, Daru stopped, deciding to hear the young man out.
He turned, crossed his arms over his chest, narrowed his eyes, and coldly locked gazes with the apologetic former young master.
He then froze for a moment after feeling something strange that he didn't expect, and put his arms down again, expression easing slightly as he cleared his throat.
"It wasn't so hard talking with proper manners, was it?" Daru began. "Speak."
Fritz scratched his cheek in embarrassment, slightly uneasy after being reprimanded as though the other party was his mother.
"A-Anyway, I need crafting materials, low-tier equipment, and that mold, if possible. Again, I can give you what you need in exchange if you can help me."
Daru fell silent.
He had a lot of low-tier equipment just lying in his inventory, ready to be sold.
He planned to ask Max for help regarding this matter.
However, if he can directly benefit without going to such trouble…
