In the 791st year of the Primordial Furnace Calendar, the elderly Ernest lived a reclusive life, seldom making an appearance in public in Lamania.
He spent his life crafting all kinds of weapons and armor, divine artifacts, and rare items, but in his later years, he no longer picked up the hammer or created anything.
In his own words, it was because he had seen the pinnacle of the artisan realm, and crafting ordinary items had long since lost its flavor for him.
Every day, he would first go to the fish pond in the backyard to fish, feed his catch to the pet cat, then casually find a book he hadn't read, lie down on a recliner, and let the time pass by leisurely.
Sometimes, if he couldn't find a book or recalled some things and didn't feel like reading, he would sit in front of his late wife's grave and talk to her.
Speaking of which, fishing was even her hobby—he didn't know when he picked it up too.
