1079 Squealing In Delight

Ravalat Alstreim held back as he gritted his teeth. He stood up before clasping his hands, a huge clap echoing in reluctance.

"Congratulations on forging a Low-Level King Grade Armament!"

The sound of grinding his teeth could be heard before he obediently sat back. Even though he was deeply angered, he was still aware of what he came here for...

As for Sophie Alstreim, he could harass her anytime when he got the chance. So what if she is a favored granddaughter of a Grand Elder? He could always use others to do his dirty work.

But he knew when to limit himself. He felt that just a bit of harassment that made her suffer would do.

"Oops... I guess I'll retract my statement..." Sophie Alstreim giggled, clearly becoming elated with her efforts being acknowledged, whether forced or not.

"Congratulations on becoming a Low-Level King Grade Blacksmith!"