You need a strong magic staff, Amy. You can use it to smash a dragons head as well as to perform magic, Krassu suggested.

Bullshit. What you need is a small and convenient magic wand, Amy. She doesnt need a staff to help her walk like you do, old man.

You couldnt even beat a goblin with that magic wand of yours if it got close enough to you, Krassu said with contempt.

Youre the one who would let a goblin get close to you. You always jump around like a monkey when fighting. Youre 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 worriedthey could easily tear his restaurant apart.

Please do not fight here, Master Half-beard, Master Turtle, or Ill 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? Its my favorite color!

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

I like this one too! Amy said, eyes glistening with excitement. I dont 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 wont be able to smash a dragons 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. Thats all I ask.

The two old magic casters pulled a wry face.

Its 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 wouldnt 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 dont 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 cant do it? she asked after a while, disappointed. Then just make me a regular one.

Krassu rose to his feet. Dont worry. Ill find a way.

Urien stood up as well. Leave it to me.

Amys 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. Theyre not good enough. Ill 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.