"Simba the Divine Smith... Isn't it supposed to be lion king Simba?"
Looking in the direction the player had pointed in, Wang Yu only saw a filthy old man curled up in a corner hugging a jar of wine and snoring.
"Haiz…" Wang Yu could only helplessly sigh as he left the smithy to buy a few jars of wine. When he returned, Wang Yu uncapped one jar and held it behind his back.
Within seconds, the sleeping Simba's eyes shot open.
Seeing this scene stunned all the players in the smithy.
After crafting here for so long, the vagrant beggar like dwarf had never once reacted to anything! He wound occasionally wake up and mumble about being Simba the Divine Smith, but that was the most these craftsmen had ever heard him say.
