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.

  This scene made Mag feel rather familiar.

  Amy looked at the line curiously, and asked, “Father, are they lining up for their meals?”


  “No. They should be waiting to order their weapons. Let’s join the line.” Mag shook his head and brought Amy along with him to walk to the end of the line.

  Mag joined the line, and he instantly attracted the attention of all the customers standing in front of him. They were sizing him up with hostility in their eyes.

  After they saw that Mag was just a normal human, there was also disdain in their expressions.

  The demon standing in front of Mag turned around with a hostile expression, and said to Mag, “Hey, what are you doing here, chap? Bringing your kid out for fun? Do you know what this place is?” His gaze even lingered on Amy as he made a scary face at her.

  “Hahaha. Uncle, you have a funny expression.” Amy was not scared at all, and she laughed happily instead.

  “Funny?” Hadeng was stunned. His scary looks could even make little demons cry on the spot, let alone human children, and this kiddo actually said he looked funny? Wasn’t this insulting his looks!?

  Mag pulled Amy behind him, and calmly said to this hideous-looking demon, “This should be Master Rom’s workshop, right? I came here to ask him to forge a cleaver.”


  A 7th-tier demon. He could even kill him instantly with his current capability, and he had the capability to duel with any one of those in the line.

  He, who had just broken through to the 8th-tier, hadn’t sparred with anyone yet.

  “C-cleaver?” Hadeng was taken aback, and he stared at Mag in disbelief. “You are talking about the cleavers that you humans use to chop your food ingredients?”


  Everyone in the line looked stunned and a little furious.

  They had come to line up here every day, hoping that Master Rom would be kind enough to forge an unique weapon for them one fine day and they could become one of the top powerhouses in Norland Continent.

  And this fellow actually wanted Master Rom to forge a cleaver for him?

  Wasn’t it akin to humiliating the master!?

  It was because of these ridiculous fellows that made trouble at the master’s workshop every day that the master got irritated with them, the innocent customers.

  “Mm-hm,” Mag replied calmly.

  “The dishes my father makes are fantastic,” Amy chimed in.

  Everyone glared at them. This father and daughter pair simply had no shame.

  Hadeng was very angry, but he couldn’t vent his anger when he looked at the adorable little lolita. He pointed to the front. “If you want to forge a cleaver, you can do it at any of the other blacksmith shops. Why are you coming here to create trouble at Master Rom’s? See that, that shop over there specializes in making cleavers and hoes. You can proceed over there.”


  “Thank you very much for your concern. My cleaver must be made by Master Rom.” Mag shook his head, and didn’t bother with Hadeng anymore. He took out a water bottle, poured a cup of water for Amy, and then he tilted back his head to drink from the bottle heartily.

  “You……” Hadeng still wanted to say something.

  Right at this moment, that half-closed door suddenly opened outward, and a lad in his teens walked out. With a sad expression, he said, “You guys can go now. Master Rom says he doesn’t want to see anyone today. Even if you wait till the sun goes down, he will not see you.”


  Everyone in the line felt disappointed immediately.

  “Little Master, is Master Rom in a bad mood again today?” the orc standing in the very front asked in a soft voice.

  The young shop assistant looked inside with a depressed expression, and then said, “Master has been in a bad mood for the past two years. You guys can stop coming. Master will never make weapons for you if he cannot finish his current work.”


  They began to go away with disappointment on their faces. Even though they had been through the same experience numerous times, their hope seemed to get dimmer and dimmer with every rejection.

  “Sigh, I guess I will come again tomorrow.” Hadeng sighed and prepared to leave too. He looked at Mag, who was keeping the water bottle and began to move to the front, and asked with befuddlement, “Why are you still moving to the front? Master Rom already said he wouldn’t be taking any customers.”


  “He might see me since all of you have left,” Mag said smilingly. He only had three days. Even though it looked like that Master Rom had a weird temper, he still had to give it a try.

  Hadeng sarcastically said, “Ah, you really think you are nice to look at? Master Rom has even rejected many 10th-tier powerhouses, and you want him to make you a cleaver? You know about Alex, right? That guy who flies around in the sky on a griffin and kills dragons for fun. His sword was made by Master Rom, and you want to use a cleaver that came from his sword’s creator?”


  The customers who were still close by laughed at Mag sarcastically. This fellow was so ridiculous. A chef trying to get Master Rom to make him a cleaver was really one big joke.

  “Since when has Master Rom stopped accepting normal orders?” Mag asked instead, ignoring Hadeng and the other customers’ sneering.

  Hadeng saw that Mag had remained calm, so he toned down his sarcastic smile. After some thought, he said, “It has been more than one year. I heard Master Rom was very friendly before. Although he didn’t accept many orders, he was always polite to his disciples and customers. But in the recent couple of years, his temper has been getting worse. He has already changed three batches of apprentices, and is very unfriendly to customers who come to his workshop.”


  As if he had felt he was being over friendly to Mag, Hadeng put on a serious face again and smirked. “Anyway, you must be daydreaming if you want Master Rom to make a cleaver for you. You could even get beaten up by his disciples and thrown out to the other street.”


  “I hope I can still see you here tomorrow.” Hadeng left after saying that. The other customers had also left.

  Mag arranged his clothes and then held Amy’s hand as he approached the lad, who was about to close the door, with a smile. “Little Master, can you help me tell Master Rom that I am a chef from Chaos City, and I would like to ask Master Rom to make a cleaver for me?”