Magic Glove

Klein sighed softly. It seemed like humans were always more complicated creatures. Looking at it from one perspective, everyone's conclusion was very one-sided.

"It's the same no matter who tries. Do you think you can get hurt just because I can't get hurt? Kid, get out of the way! Don't interfere with my matters here!"

Macbeth stuck out his tongue. He was no longer young, but he was still treated like a child. He was naturally unhappy.

Taking advantage of Klein's lack of attention, he snatched the glove from Klein's hand and quickly put it on his left hand.

Just now, the smart Macbeth had basically learned the few incantations. As long as he could make the glove obediently cooperate with him, it would be enough!

And the glove seemed to really have spirituality. It knew that at that moment, Macbeth had no intention of causing trouble. Instead, he sincerely wanted to help others.

Therefore, it cooperated and Macbeth easily put on the glove!