The man sigh dramatically.
The situation was somewhat different than what he expected, but he could feel that Weed said what he did by no means was to avoid having to do it.
He sincerely intended to sculpt the daughter that was meant to be birthed by the man and his wife.
“Thank you. My wife and I look forward to it in Selchium of the Ritten Kingdom. And my name is Mandol.”
“My name is Weed. Upon the completion of the sculpture of your daughter, I will bring it to Selchium.”
“Even if you don’t bring it over, I will not put the blame on you. However, what is the price of the sculpture?”
Mandol asked in a slightly nervous tone.
Weed replied with a soft smile.
“It’s 1 Copper.”