"Function for the Manor Master's avatar to rent out and forge? The manor's economy has improved, and now you're planning to boost the blacksmith shop's profits?" Ning Zheng smirked.
Seeing his intentions exposed, Daojiu scratched his head sheepishly:
"Everyone else is making money, shouldn't we too? Previously, those few dozens of Magic Coins couldn't keep up with the times."
Ning Zheng pretended to ponder for a while, and then with Daojiu growing more nervous, he slowly said, "I agree!"
In the distance, a few junior blacksmiths were murmuring.
"Have you noticed?"
"Huh?"
"The old steward has started to crack jokes, developed a perverse sense of humor, and even teases Daojiu."
"You don't say, I hadn't noticed. When we first met, he was just a rigid, taciturn old steward. Looks like the AI has been trained by us."
"Isn't that right? The planning team is amazing!"
"Whoa! So you were waiting to praise the planning team, and are you sure they're eavesdropping?"
