Guesswork

Novice Camp.

Crimson flames scorched the air. Iron ingots burned orange-red by the fire lay casually off to one side. Rumor had it this was a smithy opened by a player whose ID was "Wei Laoqi."

Inside the smithy, "Wei Laoqi," dressed like a martial artist, carefully examined the blueprint in his hands, his face full of difficulty.

"Wei Laoqi" put on a troubled expression and said to the beautiful girl before him, "This material is far too scarce. I'm afraid it can't be forged."

"Dun Qu Qi Yi" opened her system backpack, and with a clatter, a huge pile of ores and refined potions spilled out. She looked innocently at "Wei Laoqi." "Don't worry, I've gathered all the materials. There should even be extras. Is there any other problem?"

"Wei Laoqi" looked at the materials covering the table, even glancing at those that had fallen to the ground, envy flowing into his eyes.

Steadying himself, he painfully shifted his gaze back to the blueprint and feigned difficulty. "The thing you want forged is rather advanced. You know that Mora is an important medium, but I don't have that much Mora, so..."

Just as "Wei Laoqi" was considering how to refuse this lovely girl, he heard a smack, like a bag hitting the tabletop.

"Wei Laoqi" flicked his gaze over and saw the amount of Mora indicated by the system prompt. He immediately swallowed the refusal that had been on his lips.

[Item: A bag containing fifty thousand Mora]

"Well? Is this enough Mora?" "Dun Qu Qi Yi" smiled sweetly at the guy before her. She had already seen through him—he was clearly looking for an excuse to reject her forging commission.

"Wei Laoqi" was still very surprised by the sight of so much Mora. The players had