Unholy Fire Gloves.

Li Wei grew anxious. He maintained his courteous demeanor and said, "I'm sorry." But you seem... he shook Aifuyu's hand back and fell mute at the swift reply of the small forger.

"Like an infant? Do not feel bad. You are the thousandth customer out of a million to have initially questioned my competence. I'll attempt to realize your desire, but first you must explain what you need," exclaimed Aifuyu.

Li Wei's stare, which had already begun to dim from shock, was disregarded by Aifuyu.

Secretly, Li Wei felt very appreciative of Aifuyu's professional demeanor. The forger typed the forging while ignoring Li Wei's earlier attitude of doubting his skills and, more specifically, his faults with the appearance of children. After taking it off, he set the Glove - Hell's Destiny on the table.

Aifuyu looked as she sat on the chair. He studied the worn-out pair of gloves with his squinting eyes. He raises it above his head and ensures that sunshine will cause it to fade.

Aifuyu said after a litt