Damn! So mysterious!

Romanov's heart trembled and looked at Karov half-believingly, hoping to infer the authenticity of the medicine through the reaction of this knowledgeable brother.

But Karov was also confused.

Although Karov followed his father to see some rare potions, the magic continent was too large and strange potions emerged one after another. He was not a pharmacist who specialized in drug potions, so he couldn't judge it.

"Romanov Warrior!" Chen Zhui said in a provocative tone, "How dare you fight?"

"Hmph! Pretend to be a god and fight!" Romanov stretched out his heavy hand to Chen Xiaohe. Although he was a little confused, he was not scared by Chen Zhui these few times.

Yes or not, you will know it once you try it!

Chen Xiaohe also stretched out his little hand to Romanov's big hand. She already fully understood the meaning of Chen Zhui. Now that she has the guise of a potion, she can use the power of her monster without being suspicious.

Just as the two disproportionate hands were about to hold each other, Chen Zhui suddenly shouted: "Slow!"

"Damn it! What's wrong!" Romanov said impatiently, but thought to himself: Could it be that this kid is guilty? He has to take the initiative to admit defeat?

"I almost forgot about something very important," Chen Zhui said happily, "We just bet, but we haven't said what the bet is!"

"Betting? Just say whatever you want!" Romanov said generously with a wave of his hand, "You can't win anyway! Haha!"

Faced with Romanov's humiliation and arrogance, Chen Zhui had no intention of being angry at all. On the contrary, the more Romanov did, the happier Chen Zhui felt.

"Since the great warrior is so generous, I'm not polite!" Chen Zhui's mouth curled a successful smile, "Well, I heard that your father is a foundry master?"

"Yes! And he is one of the chief casting masters of the Hammer Tribe!" Romanov said proudly, "And as his son, I am also a talented casting master!"

The grades of casters are very simple, which depends on the grades of magic weapons that casters can cast.

Each level of magic weapons is divided into one to three stars.

For example, if a caster can cast a low-level one-star magic weapon, then he is a low-level caster. If he can cast a mid-level one-star magic weapon, then he is a mid-level caster.

The specific corresponding rules are: low-level magic weapons correspond to low-level casters, intermediate-level magic weapons correspond to medium-level casters, high-level magic weapons correspond to high-level casters, super-level magic weapons correspond to casting masters, and holy tools correspond to casting holy masters.

There are also legendary artifacts, which can only be forged by casters called "Divine Craftsman", but the divine Craftsman only appeared in the legendary "Age of Gods". In today's magic continent, the highest-level caster is a casting saint living in a dungeon. It is said that he is over 400 years old.

The cultivation of a caster is very difficult. Not only do you have to be familiar with the characteristics of various casting materials, master skilled casting skills, and have high-grade casting tools, but you also have to have a certain level of magic.

Usually, it takes at least five years for a casting apprentice to grow into a true low-grade casting master, and it takes ten years or even longer to grow from a low-grade casting master to a medium-grade casting master.

The nineteen-year-old Romanov is already a mid-grade caster, which is definitely a talent!

"This is easy!" Chen Zhui's face was silent, but a gleam flashed in his eyes, "I am missing a magic weapon now, and Lord Ling Zun happens to be a foundry master, so this is fate! Hehehe!"

Upon hearing this, Romanov and Karov looked at each other.

Although Chen Zhui didn't say it directly, his meaning was already very obvious. He was just to have a shameless face and wanted the chief founder of the Iron Hammer Tribe to forge a magic weapon for him!

"Uh, this may not work!" Romanov shook his head and said.

"Hmm? Why can't it be?" Chen Zhui was stunned when he heard this, "Is the chief founder of the hammer tribe so stingy!"

"Nonsense! This is not a stingy thing. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work!" Romanov said firmly.

"No, right?" Chen Zhui admitted again, "Okay! Xiaohe, let's not compete with him anymore! Let's go! I will take you down and dance!"

As he said that, Chen Zhui pulled Chen Xiaohe and walked downstairs.

"Hey hey! Don't leave!"

Seeing that Chen Zhui and they were not playing against him, Romanov suddenly became anxious. It took me so much trouble to finally have a chance to regain your face. How could I let you go if I say I left!

Romanov immediately jumped up from the chair and grabbed Chen Zhui's wrist.

Chen Zhui felt like his arm was stuck by a steel hoop.

"What? Have you changed your mind?" Chen Zhui did not dodge, letting him grab him, and even without any effort to resist.

"Oh, I'll tell you the truth," Romanov said with a frown, "It's not that my father doesn't forge you, but that he is not in the Hammer Tribe at all, and follows the Chief to go to the dungeon for a meeting, so I can't agree to your request!"

Chen Zhui felt a little cold when he heard this: "Oh, so that's how it is!"

It seems that my little abacus has been empty this time!

"But, don't forget," Romanov continued, "I am also a mid-grade caster. I can cast magic weapons for you!"

Chen Zhui heard this and thought it seemed that this was OK. Although Romanov could not compete with his father, he could get a magic weapon. If the grade is lower, it would be better than not getting anything!

"Well," Chen Zhui looked very embarrassed, pondered for a long time, and finally nodded, "Okay, I'll just agree."

Holding the grass! When Romanov heard this, he felt MMP in his heart. Are you still reluctant?

Is this mid-grade caster so worthless?!

Finally, Chen Xiaohe sat back at the stone table and was about to wrestle Romanov.

Romanov couldn't wait to extend his big steel-like hand, and Chen Xiaohe slowly stretched out his white and tender little hands, and the two disproportionate hands were held together!

Pinching Chen Xiaohe's little hand, Romanov felt like he was catching a soft little chicken, and he could crush the bones of his body with just a little force!

Humph! He immediately sneered in his heart: Little girl movies, you actually dare to steal the limelight from Romanov. Look at this warrior giving you a good memory this time!
Chapter completed!