The City Gate Tower and the Hip Joint?

"Uh..."

Ignis's already none-too-handsome face grew even uglier beneath his conflicted expression.

What did that mean?

Wasn't that stating the obvious?

And he claimed they hadn't been discussing the same thing just now?

Heh.

A pervert still cared about saving face?

Or had the person opposite him already gotten into character?

Had the role-playing begun?

Damn alien, he really knew how to play!

Ignis clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

He desperately wanted to regain that earlier spirit of preferring death to surrender and shout, "I choose death!"

But momentum faded after the first push.

He tried twice, yet in the end, he still failed to say those righteous words.

Like a deflated ball, he wilted.

Selling his ass it was, then...

He had heard that the pointy-eared Spirit Clan of the Neptune Domain often did that.

They even seemed pretty happy about it.

Maybe dwarves could offer an entirely new experience?

"I mean exactly what you think I mean..." Ignis stared at the young man's toes, not daring to make eye contact with him.

"What I think you mean?" Lu Li blinked, his expression growing increasingly puzzled.

He was only asking him to help forge items and equipment. Why was Ignis acting as though he were being sent to face fire and sword?

It might take a while, sure, but it shouldn't put his life in danger, right?

Could it be that every use of Ignis's Talent Abilities consumed his lifespan?

That couldn't be...

In his previous life, that master forger had practically forgotten to eat and sleep once he got to work!

If using his Talent Abilities truly came at such a great cost, then with the forging intensity of his previous life, he should have dropped dead long ago, shouldn't he?

After thinking it over for