250: That’s All I Ask

That’s All I Ask

"You need a strong magic staff, Amy. You can use it to smash a dragon's head as well as to perform magic," Krassu suggested.2

"Bullshit. What you need is a small and convenient magic wand, Amy. She doesn't need a staff to help her walk like you do, old man."

"You couldn't even beat a goblin with that magic wand of yours if it got close enough to you," Krassu said with contempt.

"You're the one who would let a goblin get close to you. You always jump around like a monkey when fighting. You're a disgrace to magic casters!" sneered Urien.

They snorted at the same time, and then glared at each other.

The atmosphere had suddenly become tense between them. Even Sally was a little petrified.

Mag was also quite worried—they could easily tear his restaurant apart.

"Please do not fight here, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle, or I'll never speak to you again," Amy said solemnly.

Krassu turned to face Amy with a smile. "Do you like my staff, Amy? I can make you one just like mine. It will be purple, with a purple magical core from a 9th-tier magical beast."

"It will be purple? It's my favorite color!"

"Check out my little magic wand, Amy," Urien said, sliding a 10-centimeter-long black magic wand out of his sleeve. "It's light and retractable. You can even put it in your pocket. It's very convenient."

"I like this one too!" Amy said, eyes glistening with excitement. "I don't want to have to carry a heavy staff all the time."

Urien smiled. "Smart girl."

Krassu became a little anxious; even he had to admit a small magic wand was more appealing to girls than a heavy staff.

Then Amy frowned. "But I won't be able to smash a dragon's head with such a small magic wand."

"Then what exactly do you want?" the two old men asked.

"I want it to be as long as my palm and be able to become as tall as me and change into a sword and a broomstick." Amy paused a moment. "That's all I ask."

The two old magic casters pulled a wry face.

"It's easy, right?" Amy asked, excited.

The two old men hesitated a moment, exchanged a look, and then nodded together.

"Then please make one for me. I want it to be purple."

"Okay," Krassu said. "But why do you want it to change into a sword and a broomstick?"

Mag was well aware why she wanted a sword; he just hoped she wouldn't say anything about him teaching her swordplay.

"I can pose as a knight if I have a sword, and witches need broomsticks to fly on."

Krassu and Urien fell silent.

"Do you really need a sword and a broomstick?"

Amy thought a moment. "I don't really need a broomstick, I think, but I need a sword."

Her two masters frowned, thinking about how to make it.

Amy stood there, silent. "You can't do it?" she asked after a while, disappointed. "Then just make me a regular one."

Krassu rose to his feet. "Don't worry. I'll find a way."

Urien stood up as well. "Leave it to me."

Amy's eyes lit up again. "Thank you, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle. Do you need the tusk and eyeball?"

Krassu shook his head with a smile. "No. They're not good enough. I'll take my leave then."

"Me too," said Urien.

"Bye, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle," Amy said.

Krassu stopped once they were outside. "We have to work together this time, old friend."

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