Chapter 879 (1/2)

Chapter 879: Vol V Chapter 239

Fira was not married. When he was young, he experienced a particular adventure where his body was possessed by an ancient wizard for almost a year. With the help of his good friend, Hopes Wilder, he managed to disconnect himself. And this turned out to be a blessing in disguise where he devoured the soul of that ancient wizard and gained remarkable magic talents and powerful magic power instead. However, since then, his mind was often a little chaotic and confused. After idling his time away for several years, his problem was finally solved with the help of a Legendary Master, who was Miramon, the “Gourmet.”

But by then, he was nearly 30 years old. For the Pigman race, whose life expectancy was not high to start with, he was considered to already be in his late middle age and was close to old age. What was worse was that because his body had been possessed, and because of the struggle between his soul and the other soul, he was greatly weakened. In addition, to redress the grievance he had when he was a youth, he had resorted to using a method that risked the life of him to fight and defeat his old enemy, Ruby Slyu. Thus, his vitality was further undermined to a great extent. Though he was merely 30 years old, he looked as though he was more than 50 years old.

The Republic of Northwest had very resolute folkways. Even if it was a man who was paramount and powerful with great wealth could forget about “robbing the cradle.” A man with a touching story along the line of “you bear a great resemblance to my late wife” might probably be able to move one or two budding women in search of first love. However, Fira really did not have a late wife—he was essentially just an old virgin man.

An old and ugly man who did not know how to please women. He did have some wealth and status and also seemed to be quite a celebrity in the field of magic, which was perhaps enough capital for him to have many wives in other countries. But in the Republic of Northwest, this would not work at all.

So Fira was unable to find a wife. Eventually, he chose to adopt a child to inherit the name “Kenji.” In the future, this child would be the one to provide for him in old age and give him a proper burial when he died.

His foster son was naturally from the Pigman race. His name was Crewe. At the time when Fira adopted him, he was just an orphan from a troop of refugees, traversing the desert in search of hope. He was skinny and short. Other than being honest and obedient, he had no other apparent merits. However, under Fira’s fostering and education, not only did he grow tall and strong, but he was also educated and learned. He even acquired some very useful skills. He was a remarkable young man.

He was only 14 years old this year. To the Pigman race, he had just come of age. But many people had approached Fira to discuss his marriage, hoping their daughters could marry this fine boy.

When Fira got home, Crewe was working on a wooden staff. He had polished the body of the staff made of fine wood to make it smooth and wound fine twine around it to keep it from falling out of his hand. Then he cut open a piece of cork, hollowed out the inside of it and put in a piece of “sleeping spell” crystal that he had prepared beforehand. He re-closed the cork that was cut apart and wound the silk threads that had been cultivated before incorporating the blood of a demon beast tightly around it. Lastly, he fixed this into the shell of the hardwood as the head of the staff.

All this was easier said than done. The grasp of the texture of the wooden staff, its length, weight, as well as the degree of winding would all affect the overall quality of the final product. But Crewe had done a very good job. Though it was still not perfect, at least it was well beyond the usual “qualified” standard. So what he produced, in the end, was a sleeping wand of topnotch quality that could use the sleeping spell three times. After using it to cast three sleeping spells, it could even be recharged.

This kind of wand was not powerful and lacked storage space. For the professional adventurers, it seemed to be a little too weak. But for the adventure-themed amusement park, “Dragon and Dungeons,” beneath the Void City, it was just the right supply of consumable. This dungeon consumed a sizable amount of low-level magic props daily, and it required many magic mechanics to supplement them.

Crewe was a magic mechanic, and he was a remarkable one at that.

All in all, he only took two years to learn and master this technique to be able to produce a magic wand of such fine quality. This speed was considered outstanding, even in the Isuka School of Magic.

Seeing how serious his son looked at work, and looking at the excellent product he finally completed, Fira could not help laughing.

“Your skill has improved again,” he said.