“Enhancement coupon?” Wilhelm muttered as his eyes shot wide open in surprise.

Wilhelm Maybach was the head blacksmith of the Mercedes Workshop as well as the leader of their high-performance artifact department—the Cradle of Genesis.

He was a tall man with slick back hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was also wearing a perfect-fitting tuxedo suit. He was a middle-aged gentleman that resembled a noble more than a blacksmith.

“Yes, sir.” The staffer nodded.

“Don’t tell me you’re talking about that enhancement coupon our workshop first sold when it was opened seven hundred years ago? And it’s a +12 enhancement coupon, you say…?”

“That is correct.”

“Oh my god…” Wilhelm covered his face with his hands. He then said in a tired-sounding voice, “To think that someone still possesses that thing… enhancing an artifact twelve times is going to cost us a fortune…”

He lamented the news of the enhancement coupon because guaranteeing an enhancement was an extremely difficult task. Even seasoned blacksmiths would fail if they made even the slightest mistake.

Therefore, every workshop had an enhancement machine that enhanced artifacts with the same success rate in front of their shops.

Why would they do that?

It was all because there had been a few people who had lost all sense...