Chapter 113 The Residence of the Witch Clan

The sound of a pin dropping could be heard in the small living room.

Sherman stared at Hash, waiting for her answer.

If it was something unspeakable, he had to consider it.

It didn't matter if she had a justified reason.

Wasn't it the land?

The thorny swamp was not short of land, and its only disadvantage was the poor environment.

Hash organized her language, "The witch clan refined magic scroll, magic liquid, and magic spell. There are dangers in the process of making."

No matter what they made, there was a failure rate, especially for high-level items.

Sherman also knew that and nodded slightly.

He also had people who made these things.

Even if he didn't, he still remembered the explosion in the pharmacy school of Hyde Union College a few days ago.