Are You Serious About Picking Sheep's Dung For Half A Month?

"Master, are you really going to forge a weapon for that little girl?" Joey asked Master Rom in the carriage.

"Don't you think that is a very interesting challenge?" Master Rom had an expectant smile on his face. "I have forged countless weapons and many magic wands and magic caster's staffs, but nobody has made such a complicated and unbelievable request."

"But… she's just a four-year-old girl," Joey still whispered with disbelief.

There were many nobles and 10th-tier powerhouses among the customers who lined up to beg Master Rom for a weapon. Yet, the other party was only interested in the request of a four-year-old girl.

Joey knew very well that this might be his master's last work. If it was wasted on a little girl's unreasonable request, that would be the entire continent's regret.