Crafting an Equipment(2)

Iron Smithy, Old Town, Arcane

The old man was sitting on the reception desk and was probably dozing off. There wasn't a single customer in the shop.

" Beep! "

" Beep! "

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Suddenly the telephone on the desk rang waking the old man up. The old man wiped the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth before picking the phone.

" Hello, this is the Iron Smithy. May I know who is speaking? ", the old man politely responded.

Max would probably have been shocked if he saw this man's behavior right now. This man was really different when it came to making money.

" Master, it's me. Stark. ", the voice from the opposite end of the phone sounded.

" Tsk..what do you want? ", the old man immediately changed his tone as he replied in annoyance.

" Did Max get there, Master? He is just a kid. But I can guarantee that he is talented.", Stark's voice traveled through the other end of the phone.

" I will know within a few seconds, how much talent he has? ", the old replied.