Mr. Chardon saw the Thunder Order in Charlie’s hand and immediately recognized it as a treasure made of Thunderstrike wood. Although he did not know how to craft magical instruments, he was familiar with the quality of raw materials. The Thunderstrike wood in Charlie’s hand had a long history and was unmistakably a top-grade Thunderstrike wood, at first glance.

He had a shocked expression as he blurted out, “What… What is going on? Where did you get that magical instrument?!”

Charlie sneered and said, “To be honest with you, I was the one who crafted both of these Thunderstrike woods. It’s just that mine is the father, and yours is the son. Although the son is usually arrogant, he has to behave when he meets the father, so it will naturally become silent!”

Mr. Chardon was furious and yelled, “Damn you! Do you think an old man such as myself is not educated at all? Do you think I'll believe in such nonsense?!”

Charlie said with a smile, “You don’t believe me? I'll demonstrate it fo