CHAPTER 2065 SPEAK OF THE DEVIL


    “Jared Chance?” Sherman considered shortly before his eyes lit up in recognition. “I might have heard


    of him. Isn''t he the ridiculously proud brat in the martial arts world who supposedly destroyed the


    Jadeborough Warriors Alliance?”


    Sherman knew little of Jared as Crafting n rarely associated themselves with the martial arts world.


    He did not know that Evil Heart Sect supported the Jadeborough Warriors Alliance.


    He was bbergasted upon hearing of Jared''s brutality.


    “That''s right. He has some grudges against us from Evil Heart Sect. We hope that Crafting n would


    assist us in seizing him.” Skr nodded.


    “You need not worry. After all, we won''t simply loan the Divine Scroll to anyone who asks for it. I don''t


    mind lending a helping hand in capturing Jared. However, my only demand is that this remains strictly


    confidential. I don''t want to be involved in your conflict over the secret realm, as our n doesn''t want


    to risk ruining our business.”


    Crafting n was able to exist in rtive stability thanks to the fact that they''d never picked sides in


    any battle and only supplied refining weapons.


    They also possessed the Divine Scroll, a magical item that made every secret realm think twice before


    attacking them.


    The Divine Scroll could unlock all of the portals in the secret realm. As such, no one dared antagonize


    Crafting n.


    Crafting n would suffer an irrecoverable loss if they were to forfeit the Divine Scroll to a secret realm


    that was up against them.


    “Don''t worry, Mr. Sherman. Both of us would be the only ones privy to this matter. Jared wouldn''t even


    live to speak another word,” Skr assured Sherman.


    Sherman''s lips quirked up. “That would be for the best. I agree to your request, then!”


    Skr was thrilled. There was no way for Jared to escape if he ever visited Crafting n.


    Right then, a member of Crafting n approached them and informed Sherman, “Mr. Sherman, there


    are two others outside waiting to see you.”


    “I''ve had enough! What''s with the swarm of people interested in surveying magical items all of a


    sudden as ofte?” Sherman was displeased. “Who are they? Get them to leave if they aren''t anyone


    of significance. I''m too busy at the moment.”


    “Mr. Sherman, he ims to go by the name Jared Chance.”


    Sherman and Skr were stupefied. Speak of the devil!


    “Bring then in now!” Sherman ordered.


    While the member of Crafting n went on his way to receive Jared and hispanion, Sherman


    asked Skr to hide.


    Jared and xseed admired the majestic entrance of Crafting n, both sides of which stood two


    sculptures of a dragon and tiger.


    “Crafting n sure is free-handed in using two magical items to guard the main entrance.”


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    xseed was utterly impressed as his eyes roved over the sculptures.


    The member of Crafting n ushered them in. “Wee.”


    Jared trailed behind xseed as they entered.


    They were awed by the scene before them when they reached a corner of the main hall.


    Every magical item imaginable was arranged around them.


    xseed was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of magical items presented there.


    Jared scanned past them and discovered very few high-grade magical items amidst the cluster of


    ordinary ones.


    “Are both of you looking to purchase magical items?” Sherman asked, sauntering over.


    “No. We were thinking of borrowing something from Mr. Schneider,” Jared replied politely. “And you


    are?”


    “Sherman Schneider. Mr. Schneider is my father,” Sherman introduced himself.