A dignified level-19 Archmage was actually hiding in his room, forging iron…
It felt absurd—it was like seeing a millionaire kneeling down on the street, begging for food.
Before Lin Li came over, he had never thought that the old man with a goat-like beard had mysteriously called him over to help him with the forging!
"Mr Macklin…" Lin Li stood at the door with some confusion on his face.
"Let's go in first." The expression of the old fellow was as if one of a thief's; he walked to the door and took a look at the surroundings; then, after confirming that no one had discovered them, he lightly pushed open the door that was left unlocked.
"…" Lin Li was confounded. This old fellow really had nothing to; he could get anything he wanted as an Archmage, so was it necessary to be this secretive…?
"Hurry… close the door!" Lin Li had just entered the room when he heard someone speaking from the furnace.
And then, Lin Li had gone crazy…
