Clayton simply scoffed at everything unfolding around him. He couldn't care less about the mockery.
Without saying much, he quickly pulled out a few scrolls from his satchel.
"Alright, everyone," he said casually. "It's true—I don't have anything valuable, unlike what some people claim. So, shamelessly, I'll just show you a few worn-out scrolls I made myself. Please don't be too disgusted."
He then displayed several magic scrolls: a Pollution Scroll, a Water Bullet Scroll, and a Rainfall Scroll. He deliberately kept the Purification Scroll to himself.
At first, no one paid much attention. After all, as Hope had pointed out—what could a lowly farmer like Clayton possibly have? But when a few people took a closer look at the carvings on the scrolls, curiosity began to stir.
Lately, Clayton had become increasingly skilled at crafting lower-tier, one-star magic scrolls. His work even rivaled that of professional scroll-makers.
