A vigorous voice was heard and the pressure of a silver rank billowed out.
Maxwell frowned as he clenched his fists.
The figure in the rear courtyard wasn't considered close or far away, but instantly appeared in the main quarters of the equipment crafting hall.
"So it's Maxwell."
Malachi said loudly as he patted Maxwell's shoulders. He then happily said: "Kid, how can you be like this? The Gillette Household entrance competition has been over for so long, yet you haven't visited me."
"Wait, what's this smell?"
"Oh my god... You, did you just come out of the wild and haven't bathed for some days?" Malachi bluntly asked as he covered his nose.
Maxwell scratched his head while smiling, "I've been in secluded, closed-door training, so I didn't have time to visit you with gifts."
Visit with gifts? Where would he find time to visit with gifts? Maxwell basically wished that one day would equal a hundred right now.
