Antler Serpent Is Disobedient

The key thing was, the craftsmanship looked so familiar to her!

Wait a minute, isn’t this the handiwork of Master Smith Morgan Jewel?

All those nifty hidden weapons stashed in her space were made by him!

Morgan Jewel is from the Blue Moon Kingdom—could it be... Grace suddenly glanced at the old man sweeping the floor.

He looked about sixty or seventy, dressed plainly, his face tanned, and his hands were thick with calluses—blackened, clearly a blacksmith.

Grace walked over and asked, “Uncle, I saw the ‘For Transfer’ sign on the door—are you still open for business?”

The old man finished sweeping, leaned the broom against the wall, and turned to ask her, “Did you find your spirit pet?”

“Found it.” Grace pointed at the Antler Serpent.

“Well, well, this Antler Serpent sure is a rare one! Why does it have fur growing on its head?” the old man exclaimed in surprise.

“Um...” Grace said, a little embarrassed. “It’s super naughty. Sorry for bothering you!”