"Where are the weapons in the carriage? And this is a gold-tier weapon. It should be a gold-tier weapon, right?"
The guards of the caravan cried out in surprise. That was the first time they had seen such a method. Well, to be more precise, it was the first time they had heard of it.
A gold-tier forger would have to spend dozens of days to forge a gold-tier weapon. However, Watson only waved his hand and said that it was a forging technique. They did not believe it at all. It was even more convincing to say that it was magic.
"Allen, this weapon is now yours, along with the thousands of gold coins in the carriage."
Watson waved his hand. Allen, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately walked to the side of the carriage. He picked up the glove and wore it. In an instant, the glove had locked onto his skin.
