"Anarce?"
Hilia walked over, looking at the magic puppet beside her with a puzzled expression.
"Have you been preparing a magic puppet these past few days?"
"No..." Anarce instinctively wanted to shake her head, but forced herself to nod, "Ah, yes, I've indeed been preparing a magic puppet. Today is my first time attending the magic puppet training class."
Hilia slightly frowned, so it wasn't true?
No, even if it wasn't, it definitely has something to do with this magic puppet.
Anarce's magic puppet was very worn out. From the outside, some parts were rusty, and there were signs that were clearly left by battles.
This was a magic puppet that had seen many battles.
Rose was also greatly shocked: "How could there be such a broken magic puppet? Is it second-hand? No, judging by the marks left, this is a fourth-hand puppet."
"Fourth-hand puppet?"
"A puppet that has gone through three previous owners, Anarce is the fourth."
"Ah?"
Hilia was also surprised.
