"Are you sure, you want me to engrave twenty Thunderfire Inscriptions for you?"
Looking at the pile of materials that the chubby boy had prepared, Wyatt Barnes frowned, feeling it was a bit exaggerated.
"Yes, boss."
The chubby boy nodded like a pecking chicken, and asked again, "Boss, is there any problem?"
"No problem."
Wyatt Barnes shook his head.
Then he added, "I just want to tell you, besides Louis Lee, you can't use Thunderfire Inscriptions on a second person, otherwise, it won't be long before someone will guess that you used the inscriptions on Louis Lee. If you only use it on Louis Lee, even if it keeps succeeding, he's left without an excuse, no one would believe what he said."
"Oh, why didn't I think of that."
The chubby boy slapped his own forehead and regretted, "I guess if I use Thunderfire Inscriptions on Louis Lee a few more times, he won't dare to mess with me anymore… Boss, won't the rest of the materials go waste?"
