1114 Origin·Crafting Part 2 (1/2)

”Hell no!” Sika refused Saleen's request firmly, but quickly felt herself being too hard after she spoke. ”Saleen, I'm just concerned that you won't have any strength left for crafting equipment. We're already half a month behind schedule.”

”Won't have any strength left? That's ridiculous! I'm a level nine sorcerer. Even if I fight a swordmaster up close and personal, there's no certainty that I'll lose!”

Sika's eyes were wide open. ”Well how about we have a match in who can take down the house faster then? You take the left and I take the right.”

Saleen was getting rather impatient. ”What does this have to do with taking the house down? The last time we did it, oh yeah, that last time. Who was the one ended up asking for a break, eh? Was I the one getting exhausted?”

Sika could not help but chuckle. ”Alright, Saleen, let's get the equipment finished. We'll do it your way after that. And man, you actually dare bring up that last time. You insisted on testing that mutated water type fossilization or whatever, and you almost got frozen instead.”

Saleen grinned and hugged Sika. ”Alright, I was just messing with you. Well then, how do we go about this?”

The stone house had a Mute Enchantment set up. Nailisi came to the front door and took her golden dragon form, then stayed coiled up there, feeling rather frustrated. Master is going at it with Sika again, and they kick me out. But Sika… well, it's best to not get on her bad side.

If her master dared do so with other women, she would swallow them alive.

Saleen and Sika stayed in the stone house for six days. A whole week passed before the Mute Enchantment was dispelled. Nailisi would never train on her own. She simply stayed in her golden dragon form coiled up before the door, spending all six days sleeping.

When she woke up, she had forgotten what form she had taken. She swiped her tail and took out half of the walls of the huge stone house.

All the others watched the scene, dumbfounded. They were all looking at the stone house; even Eleanor had gotten curious as to what happened. She was wondering what Saleen and Sika were doing in there, and if the scene would turn out to be awkward.

Thick water element burst from the rubble. The mist covered half of the valley in an instant. Saleen's mist would not cloud his followers' sight. Everyone other than Don was able to see what was at the center of the stone house. Thick starlight gathered at an retro-looking piece of equipment.

The triangular equipment was no longer a construct of bone. It was covered in lightning magic patterns and between them, constellation power pulsed, as if it was a breathing living being.

The equipment hovered in the air and both Saleen and Sika circled around it. Complex golden runes shot from Saleen's eyes, which were etched on the piece of equipment. Green energy shot out from Sika's eyes. Mystical shapes were hidden within the energy.

Nailisi turned around in a hurry and took her devil form, looking at Sika's new equipment, which made her feel threatened. It was a feeling she had when her life was in danger.

The edge of the triangular thing was smooth. Powerful life force seemed to be imbued within, attempting to escape and devour someone.

However, Saleen and Sika simply continued to add power to the shell of the equipment. The thing hidden within gradually stopped rampaging. The pulse of constellation power mellowed out as well.

Sika was only able to let her guard down then. The trouble of her magic beast soul growing too quickly had been settled. If it had not been for Saleen's help, it would have taken an untold number of years before the equipment was finished.

Saleen put his hands down. ”Let's name it.”

That triangle in the air shuddered for a bit, then circled around Sika in glee. A melodic sound was heard from the hollowed part of the triangle.

Saleen sensed everyone's sight around him. ”What are you looking at? Come get your gear!”

Nailisi was the first one to go. Her body shrunk in midair, returning to her imp form. Saleen seemed to understand something when he saw that. Nailisi would have probably been able to advance a long time ago if it had not been for her accommodating to his level.

He finally understood why there had been times where his soul bond with her felt as if it had disappeared.

”Nothing for you here,” Saleen said exasperatedly to Nailisi. He had given her the semi godly item that served as her shield, which was taken from the great head inquisitor. He was in no mood nor had any energy left to craft her more.

The equipment that Nailisi had on her person was probably second only to that of Saleen. The Grey Memory, the Sword of Rules, and the shield were made of materials above level 13. Saleen had yet to see a weapon as sharp or pointy as the Grey Memory.

”Hehe… I know, master. I was just checking the stuff out for them,” Nailisi looked on as she waited for Saleen to take out the new equipment.

”Sul, come here.” Saleen waved and took out a regular Qin eight-sided sword and handed it to Sul. The sword was a segment shorter than conventional Qin eight-sided swords, which fit Sul's size perfectly.

Sul took the sword in his hand and immediately felt it to be different than any weapon he had wielded before. The sword was light, only half as heavy as the short sword that he was using.

The sword was also capable of holding ten times more sword aura than any piece of equipment he had used before. The greater the amount of energy an equipment was capable of carrying, the longer a warrior would be able to use it. The sword would last him at least until level 12.

Saleen then took out a garment and handed it to Sul. ”Your way of the sword is quick and sharp, making heavy armor ill-suited for you. This is a piece of starline cloth armor made specifically for you. You can rest easy with the defense this thing affords you. You won't lose fighting capacity when you face a holy master or whatever next time.”

”Thank you, my liege.” Sul took the armor, wanting to change into it right away, but there were too many women around him at the moment, and it would be rude for him to do so.

”Jola.”

”I'm here. I have Tears, my liege.”

”A pair of braces for you. They should give you some defense against prophecy spell-type divine spells.” Saleen handed the braces to Jola. Jola was an incredibly versatile warrior, capable of wearing any type of armor.

He was able to maintain combat capacity even if he wore heavy armor, but Saleen had not planned to craft armor for him.