Noland Lee pretended to deeply examine the front and rear ends of the magic wand.
"Hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm..."
He hummed as he pondered, then he looked up and said:
"I know where the problem is, Philia, and I also know how to fix it. It's just that the price might be a bit high..."
Philia blinked, "How much would it cost?"
Noland Lee faced the magic wand, his face showing a trace of thought.
Philia emphasized her tone, looking forward to saying:
"Don't worry, Ray Lee. We won't treat you unfairly. We are willing to pay a high price for you to repair this magic wand. I know this will involve knowledge of death-type magic, rest assured, we won't steal this knowledge."
High Price… Repairing Magic Wand...
Noland Lee's heart trembled slightly.
He didn't expect to play the role of a wand maker so soon.
What's more, he didn't expect that the wand knowledge deconstructed from the Bone-mending Wand would be useful so quickly.