"It really is Master Qiao!"
"Good heavens, I've seen him so many times in videos—I never thought I'd get to see the real deal today!"
"Hey, hey, can Master Qiao really swap out Talent Abilities?"
"Obviously. As long as you save up enough contribution points and get your hands on a Talent Crystal you like, it's guaranteed."
"A Civilian Player who used to partner with me supposedly made a huge contribution during a raid. He saved up enough contribution points and directly swapped his Talent Ability from black iron to gold—turned a slingshot into a cannon!"
"I'm eating lemons... I'm jealous, so jealous!"
Hearing the assistants' murmured chatter, Ignis finally understood.
This gray-skinned man they called "Master Qiao" was probably quite formidable—a big shot from Earth.
But Ignis spent all day cooped up in the forge shed, hammering iron. He had never gone out to learn about such things.
Besides, No matter how formidable he was, could he be more formidable than Brocade Boots General Lu Li?
But... what had he meant just now?
How much did he want?
Could he really get Imprint Clay?
Ignis narrowed his eyes slightly, licked his dry lips, and said, "You really have Imprint Clay? Then give me ten grams first..."
Actually, Ignis had deliberately quoted a higher amount.
Repairing a shattered Memory Crystal required no more than one gram of Imprint Clay.
The reason he had asked for ten grams right away was mainly due to that damned competitive streak of his.
They were all working for Boss Lu Li, So why did the assistants helping him call that gray-skinned man "Master Qiao" so warmly, as if they were closer to him than to their own fathers?
While all they called Ignis was the utterly unremarkable "blacksmith"?
Why?!
Just because he was in