Charles really wanted to say it out loud—You're giving me way too much credit.
Did Daniel actually expect him to have these materials? Was he doing this on purpose just to mess with him?
Still, Charles restrained the urge to snap back. He forced a charming, deferential smile and didn't even bother looking at the rest of the list in his hand. What kind of joke was this? Many of the materials listed were ones Charles had never even heard of—and he was a seasoned merchant with access to rare goods across multiple planes.
If even he didn't recognize them, where was he supposed to magically find them?
Even for the few materials he had heard of, Charles couldn't help but feel shocked. Because these were the very materials the Luck Goddess herself had ordered him to collect.
Wait…
Could it be that Daniel was also operating under a divine order?
Was he, too, gathering these materials on behalf of a god?
