Doudou's workshop
"Here, take it. How many coins can you make with this?"
There were several lumps of gold right in front of him, but Qin Xiaoxia felt none of the temptation wealth was supposed to inspire.
Though the three lumps were barely larger than eggs, they were still quite heavy. Doudou had to put some effort into holding them.
After hefting them a few times and estimating from experience, Doudou counted on his fingers, his eyes rolling about.
Then he put on an air of solemn gravity.
"I can make one!"
Smack!
He took another smack on the forehead.
Qin Xiaoxia could barely be bothered to look at the little guy. Even embezzlement had its limits.
"How many, really?"
His voice sounded weary, but it also made his growing impatience clear.
Just as Qin Xiaoxia understood Doudou, Doudou could often read Qin Xiaoxia's moods.
"Four, but I don't have enough magic power. I can only make one at a time."
"Then how much magic crystal will those four coins take? Think before you answer!"
Doudou might have dared to pocket some gold, but he knew how important magic crystals were. Even without Qin Xiaoxia's warning, he wouldn't dare mess around with those.
"Not much at all. That little piece you have left would be more than enough to make dozens, even a hundred coins."
Qin Xiaoxia nodded.
That was more like it.
But that comparison made the magic crystal consumed by the spellweaving to conjure the gold feel like an even more painful waste.
"Ah!"
Qin Xiaoxia couldn't help sighing.
"Anything else you need? A workspace, tools, helpers, that sort of thing?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I need loads of things! I want a little hammer I can lift, and an anvil. Ideally, someone to help me keep the pressure