Lin Yu'an glanced at the watch Emily gave him; nearly three hours had passed. The sky outside had started transitioning from a pale bright blue to a deep indigo.
He picked up the blade blank with tongs and placed it into the nearby cooling sandbox, his tone showing a trace of reluctance, "It's getting late, I need to go back. Aliya and the others must be worried."
"Yes, the forest isn't safe after dark," Old George nodded, approving of his family-minded attitude.
He looked at Lin Yu'an, his serious face full of unconcealed satisfaction, "Kid, you did well today. A hundred times better than I expected."
Old George walked to the other side of the workshop, picking out two rattling bundles covered in rust and dirt from a pile of debris.
They were eight massive wolf traps, made of heavy steel, with sharp sawteeth that made one shudder just by looking at them.
"Take these home first," Old George's tone was as flat as if he were handing him a few potatoes.
