After watching the caravan move away, Mag, carrying his backpack and holding Amy's hand, stared at the ordinary and rather rundown blacksmith workshop in the quiet street corner. It didn't feel like the world's top blacksmith's workshop; it looked like the usual rundown old blacksmith shop instead.
Then, his gaze landed on the 10-odd people lining up in front of the entrance.
The blacksmith shop had a small door that was half-closed, and he could hear the tinkering sounds coming from within. The line was formed outside that door.
A demon with a ferocious face, a demon with a strapping figure, a human knight in armor, an elf with an aloof expression, and a goblin with a pointy face. They were all looking at one another with hostility as they stood in the line. All of them had the presence of a powerhouse.
Mag's gaze swept across them; even the weakest elf had a 7th-tier power. The rest of them were 8th-tier and 9th-tier powerhouses.
