Chapter 469 - Time to Repay an Old Friend (2/2)

Influenced by Link, Eliard was also obsessed with enchantments. He’d created some magic equipment in his free time, including a wand, a Burst ring, and defensive bracelets. He was practically covered in high-level magic equipment from head to toe.

That wasn’t even it. Eliard had also been working on a magic fire gun. He was mostly done now. He just needed to tie some loose ends.

He’d been inspired by Celine. She had a pair of small guns that were extremely beautiful and powerful, great for defense.

Of course, Eliard had pride. He knew that Link had made the guns for Celine. He obviously wouldn’t ask Link for help. He would make them himself.

However, he’d still borrowed Celine’s guns before working and studied them for a long while. This wasn’t copying—it was referencing. Enchanters didn’t plagiarize.

Eliard was a Magician, and magic was his main profession. He only needed one gun rather than a pair.

Returning to his small enchantment room, Eliard grabbed the half-finished gun. After an hour, he completed the final stabilizer rune. This rune helped with the reaction force of the bullet so Eliard could hold the gun more steadily.

This was his own creation. Celine’s gun didn’t have it.

After finishing, Eliard looked at the eight-inch-long gun. It had a dark blue luster and was covered in silver runes. He smiled.

This gun was practically identical to Celine’s, but the material wasn’t as high quality. It wasn’t as powerful, either. It could only create Level-7 attacks, but it was good enough.

Holding the gun, Eliard thought of how Celine often twirled her gun. He thought it looked cool and tried it.

Clatter. He spun the gun once and it flew away, falling to the ground.

It hurt Eliard’s heart. He quickly grabbed it and examined it closely. He didn’t breathe until he was sure it was okay. My hands aren’t agile enough. I’m not suitable for those cool moves.

Then he took out a bottle of black python oil. He took apart the active parts of the gun and started oiling them. He’d learned this trick from Lannie. It helped raise the reliability and durability.

While oiling, he heard a knock on the door. He opened it with his mind. “Come in.”

Footsteps sounded behind him and stopped not too far from him. The person didn’t speak. Finding it strange, Eliard looked back to see Link staring at the gun.

Seeing that Eliard had noticed him, Link complimented, “Nice gun. It’s pretty.”

“Thanks.” Eliard was really satisfied with the gun. “How do you have time today?” he asked.

Link grabbed a chair and sat down. Chuckling, he asked, “Jacker said you’re going on the mission?”

Eliard put his hand to his forehead and sighed. “Oh, that guy’s such a tattletale. You’re not going to let me?”

“Of course… not.” Link let out a dramatic sigh. Seeing the expression on Eliard’s handsome face change, he was in a good mood. “Magic isn’t just fireworks. Many times, you need actual fighting to have a breakthrough. I obviously won’t stop you. However, the Grecience Altar is for the God of Destruction. That guy likes giving his believers extremely powerful destructive spells. You have to be careful. Here, take this.”

Link handed Eliard a semi-transparent runestone. “I call this a Dragon Stone. It contains highly effective healing magic. You can use it three times, and then it will recharge automatically. Use it once every three days. As long as you don’t hurt your brain, you can stay alive with it, even if your body is in pieces.”

Eliard grabbed the lifesaving object and chuckled. “With this, I can fight without fear.”

“Yes, go without fear. Magic requires unrestrained imagination.”

Link patted Eliard’s shoulder in encouragement, then left. He’d only given himself five minutes for this trip and couldn’t stay too long.

Watching Link leave, Eliard carefully put away the Dragon Stone. He started oiling the gun again. Eliard, keep fighting! he encouraged himself.

With Link’s support, he had practically perfect conditions for learning magic. Any Magician who knew would be jealous. Now, he was a powerful Level-8 Magician. It was time to repay his old friend!

In the afternoon, a prepared Eliard left with the team. There were also two Yabba shooters, more than 100 human shooters, and more than 500 elite human Warriors. This force was enough for a tiny altar.

…

Just as the team set off, Duke Abel, who was reading documents in the Orida Fortress, welcomed a surprise guest.