Boom!
As Lorne was checking the event information, a loud rumble came from the forging room.
The intense trembling felt like an earthquake.
Lorne immediately recovered and frowned, "Did my equipment explode?"
It felt possible.
It was obvious that this guy with big eyes and a thick neck was not reliable.
However, there was no need to worry. That guy was the leader of the Blacksmith Guild. If his equipment exploded, he could just choose another Platinum equipment from his guild to supplement himself. After all, as an adventurer, players were the disadvantaged party.
As he thought this, Barres suddenly ran out of the forge. Not good. His clothes had exploded into pieces, and even his hair had become a real mushroom head that was still smoking black.
Just as Lorne thought he was about to hear the bad news, Barres suddenly laughed.
"Mr. Tyrant, you're really lucky."