While Seo Jun-Ho was talking with Kim Woo-Joong, Graham approached and asked, "Seo Jun-Ho! Have you already decided on what to request from us?"

Based on the fact that Graham’s tone of voice was slightly raised, he seemed to be in a good mood. Seo Jun-Ho nodded. "I'm ready."

"Oh! Really? Then go ahead and tell me.”

"Now? Ayy, everyone's enjoying the festival, so I will tell you tomorrow."

"What? Hahahaha!“

Graham laughed loudly and tapped Seo Jun-Ho's waist.

"Kim Woo-Joong! Please teach him properly about things like this!"

"Dwarves think of sweating and making equipment as the highlight of a festival."

"Ah, I see."

In a word, Seo Jun-Ho's remarks had almost severed the spirit of the festival. As people gathered here and there and urged him to speak, Seo Jun-Ho took out the paper.

"Hmm-hmm, then I will tell you one by one from the beginning."

"...Huh? From the beginning? One by one?"

The dwarves tilted their heads. However, as Seo Jun-Ho's words continued past five minutes, everyone seemed to have sobered up as their mouths hung open.

"…Lastly, please pack a few throwing knives, please. That is all of it."

"Ah, no, look here, Seo Jun-Ho."...