Tower of Truth, private space.
"Fool, have a seat, make yourself at home."
After they sat down, Mike said seriously, "Let's get a few things straight first. You can't kill any of the NPCs here."
"Alright, but I have a question."
The demon race master smith asked, "What do you mean by NPC?"
Mike realized he had forgotten that this person came from the abyss and might not understand some basic concepts.
"Hold on, I'll get you something."
Mike took out his Mystic Market card and sent a message to Foreskin.
Quickly, Mike received the item he had ordered and handed it to the demon race master smith.
It was a book.
The title: "The Wonderful World Through the Eyes of a Three-Year-Old."
Upon receiving the book, the demon race master smith snorted, "I'm almost 300 years old."
[She's lying]
Seeing the prompt from the Eye of Truth, Mike nodded slowly.
