"W-Who are you?" Ming Zhuo asked with a trembling voice as his eyes opened wider with each sentence.
There are levels amongst the forgers corresponding to the grade of armaments they are able to craft.
Start with a basic forger, who can only forge basic weapons. After they create an advanced item, they will be regarded as an advanced forger.
Next is a superior forger that can make something like a fine bronze grade weapon, then to reach the level even higher than that, they have to fashion a noble silver treasure to be called a master forger.
There are, of course, higher levels than that, but in this part of the continent, it was difficult to find just one or two superior forgers, let alone a master forger.
So, to Ming Zhuo, having an opportunity of letting himself become a master forger was like a heaven blessing that might not appear again for the rest of his life.
Who knows how long he had been waiting for this moment?
