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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 108: Strengthening Artifact (1)
Chapter 108: Strengthening Artifact (1)
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After having pushed the villagers onto ‘Helenelia’, the daughter of Evantus, Ian returned to the warehouse where Craven was confined to.
His original plan was to return to the house with Craven then devise a way to resuscitate his memory and mind.
“……?”
However, the situation has changed a bit. Craven has already awakened from the sleep spell, and was in the middle of crafting a small wooden sculpture by using several tools and materials that were inside the warehouse.
“Ah, you’ve come? Master!”
Immediately, a different personality has emerged. He was calling Ian as his ‘master’ and his voice and tone matched that of a child’s.
“Ah… Yes.”
Ian decided to play along for now. Since he was suffering from psychological problems, there was a need to most carefully observe. Especially when there was a personality with whom he could actually communicate with.
“Are you crafting a sculpture?”
“Yes. I’m crafting a dragon that my master likes.”
“Master… one that I like?”
“Yes. Have you not always told me? That dragon is the most perfect life form on Earth.”
The wooden dragon, which the bastard was sculpting, showed certain noticeable differences than thought. The difference was night and day when compared to the shabby stone sculptures that were placed in the middle of the village. This sculpture displayed the true liveliness, in the likes of the dragons that Ian had personally seen.
“You skill is excellent.”
“Ha-ha, it is all due to you, master.”
Hm, master… it was certain that he had called the name of ‘Fran’ in front of Jackson, the chief of the villagers… is the person, Fran, and the entity of the master one in the same? Or different?
‘Should I ask subtly?’
As such thought was about to come to his mind.
“Master.”
Clave stopped moving his hands from crafting and vacantly stared at Ian. To be precise, he was looking at Ian’s hand. Why is he acting in that way all of a sudden?
“That… That ring.”
“This ring?”
Ian was wearing two rings. A silver ring that he shared with the princess was in his left hand, and in his right was the Morgrian ring, the artifact that that he had received from the Morgrian family as a recognition of being a noble.
“The ring you are wearing in your right hand.”
It was the Morgrian ring that was attracting the attention of Craven. Is it because it was a well made artifact? A master in the areas of artifacts could certainly develop some interest……
“It’s very shabby?”
“……What?”
Ian’s anticipation has missed the target. The bastard did not look at the Morgrian ring with an enthusiasm. He only saw it as a poorly made ring that needed much touch ups.
“Master, could you remove that ring for me for a minute?”
“Give it to you? Why?”
“Yes. Please quickly. It will only take a minute.”
His tone was that of an impetuous child. What is his current personality based on and for what reasons? With a bit of imagination, Ian removed the Morgrian ring from his finger.
“Don’t break it. OK?”
“Of course. Have you ever seen me making a mistake?”
“… Not really.”
As it has only been a few hours since we’ve met first.
With a quiet laughter, Ian handed the ring.
“Hm……”
Then the bastard’s attitude had suddenly changed.
There was no more any expression of a child.
He appeared like a rather fastidious expert.
“There are a lot more problems than I thought.”
“What kind of problems?”
“It is hard to explain… It may take a while.”
Craven restrained from speaking many words.
The bastard picked up the chisel.
Ian shook his head upon looking at his actions.
What can he do with that weak chisel?
He could not even make a scratch on the ring?
Woooo-!
But, soon his curiosity was satisfied.
The bastard had applied mana on to the chisel.
As a result, Ian’s eyes were opened wide.
‘He was a sorcerer?’
He must be one, based on Ian’s logic.
Isn’t the act of endowing mana onto an object the exclusive ability of sorcerers with mana brain and mana heart? Based on that logic, Craven was clearly a sorcerer.
‘I mean, being a sorcerer…’
Ian shook his head after thinking for a short time. There were still many questions for Craven to be a sorcerer. To be able to wield that much mana, he must have been at least a 3rd class sorcerer, yet he immediately fell asleep with Ian’s sleep spell.
That is, Ian used a very ordinary and weak spell, considering the target to be a small child. Yet, he was not able to resist it.
‘There had to be some resistance if he had 3rd class level mana?’
It had nothing to do with having lost his memory.
It is because the mana in the body would have autonomously resisted.
“Hmmm.”
Ian looked at Craven.
He was certainly a very mysterious child.
Perhaps, he may not even be a child.
‘Need to observe bit longer.’
Finally, Craven began to work.
The mana at the end of the chisel was touching the ring.
His hands moved with audacity, yet with fine details of a thin blade.
How long has passed while in anticipation?
The work appeared to be coming to an end.
“Hugh! Here, please take it.”
“Are you finished?”
“I’m not sure if you would approve.”
Ian took back the Morgrian ring.
“Nothing particularly has been changed……’
There were not any changes on the outside.
Perhaps, I will know upon wearing it.
‘Uh……?’
Ian placed the Morgrian ring on his finger.
His complexion began to change rapidly.
He fell something as soon as he put the ring on.
To define the changes of what he was feeling.
‘It was on a different scale.’
The power of the Morgrian ring can be defined as ‘escalating the mana recuperative power’.
However, the level of escalation has changed. On top of the recuperative power, the very fundamental limitation of mana has also been raised.
‘The level has changed.’
In the previous life, the level of artifacts in the Ivory Tower was measured based on what could have been verified. Depending on the powers, they were categorized from very low to very high and Morgrian ring was an artifact that was categorized as ‘low’. That was certainly the case.
‘Yet, this can now be categorized at least high or above the high level.’
It was because Ian, himself, was wearing it, the feel was weak. If a sorcerer that was a 3rd class or below would wear the transformed Morgrian ring?
‘The class level itself will change.’
At least, as far as the total amount of mana and the recuperative power go, one will experience the effects of rising one class level, which would certainly be a very powerful thing.
‘Incredible.’
Ian had briefly enjoyed the effects of the ring.
He quickly took out the necklace that he was wearing from inside of his clothes. At this moment, Ian did not have the staff of the great prairie or the robe of Mitchell Greenriver. He had hurriedly took out the necklace as all he had were the Morgrian Ring and the Empress’ amulet
“How about this?”
“Uh? It’s a necklace?”
Ian took off the necklace and handed it to Craven.
“Incase this is also shabby in some ways……”
Ian’s voice became rather cautious.
Yet, he was full of anticipation.
He had the butterflies, which was very unlike him.
“Oh, this is good?”
“Is good?”
“Yes. At this quality, it is close to being perfect.”
“…… Is that so?”
“Who has made this?”
“Well, I’m not sure.”
Ian hid his disappointment.
At the same time, he had some questions.
The empress’ necklace is perfect?
‘Can this be described as being perfect?’
Of course, it was certainly well crafted necklace artifact.
The power was acceptable and the appearance was also very clean.
Only that he had questions as to whether this can be described as being ‘perfect’. Why is that, since its power was much weaker than the Morgrian ring that has just been recreated by Craven’s hands?
‘I suppose the standards could be different.’
One can only see as much as one knows. Ian let it pass and took out the spatial pouch. He wanted to take out the silk, considered to be an artifact material, which was sent to him as a present by Hector Coldwood.
“How about this silk……”
Ian took out the blue silk and showed it to Craven.
Could something be crafted by using this silk? If possible, there would not be any need to search for craft masters that were written in the diary.
“…”
But he sensed something strange.
Craven’s continence and expression have changed.
It was a very familiar face to Ian.
He remembered that expression and the glitter in the eyes.
So, clearly……
‘When he first met……’
When Ian’s thought had reached that point.
“Assassin! You’ve come again!”
“Darn it.”
Ian shook his head widely.
He appeared to have returned to a crazy little kid.
This must be why even the Jackson Gang was not able to dispose of him.
“You bastard assassin! I’ll definitely tear you into pieces this time!”
“Who woo… Sleep for now.”
“Nonsense!”
“Come back as that other bastard when you wake up.”
The sleep spell put Craven to sleep.
If he was a sorcerer, he would have definitely resisted.
It is only normal if he at least showed an effort of resisting.
“Zzzz… ZZ……”
It was the same result this time too.
Instead of showing any sign of resistance, he fell asleep right away.
He seemed more mysterious the more Ian saw him.
“Then now……”
He placed the silk back into the spatial pouch first. Just in case, he also put the loose crafting tools, several materials and all the crafted products from the warehouse as well.
‘Are there more things to pack?’
Ian surveyed every corner of the warehouse.
Then a random stone came into his view.
It was a stone that was just lying around in a corner.
‘Letters……?’
There were words inscribed on the surface of the stone. It was Roe Principality’s letters, which was inscribed in the same way as would have been done with a chisel. Although there were several ancient writings, it didn’t pose any issues for Ian, who had studied the language.
‘To someone who reads this message……’
[To someone who reads this message, I pray that you would take me to the ‘Knocking Island’ beyond the west of the sea. I now wish to rest forever. However, I can’t. I am not sure if you, who have read the message, have realized it. Therefore, I must go to the Knocking Island. By now, it is possible that my comrades may have left records. If you are to honor my request, I shall repay you as soon as I recover my memory. You would not be disappointed. I assure you that it will be thousand times, no tens and thousands of times greater benefits than simply selling my body or using it.]
***
Spartoi, the dragon soldier, who came to the land of plenty via a strange dream, was still there. He was with the countless bodies that were reborn through the dragons’ bones that were buried under the land of plenty. That number has increased so much from the starting time that they filled the surface of the land of plenty.
(……)
Spartoi, who had the biggest mass among all the bodies with surging bright glitters through the eye socket bones, stood at the cliff’s edge of the land of plenty. He blankly looked upon the sky without saying a word.
(Soon……)
But the glitter in Spartoi’s eyes, looking up in the sky, was not the same as before. Spartoi’s eye color was ‘blue’ before. However, his eyes spewed out glitter of ‘golden color’. From the empty bones of his eyes, came the ‘golden colored light’, that is.
(According…to your will……)
As soon as the slow voice of Spartoi, the dragon soldier’s voice, finished, tens and thousands of dragon soldiers began to spew out glittering light, from their empty boned eyes, into the sky. It was the same golden glittering eyes as that of the body.
“Krrrrrrrr-!”
Was that all? They all looked upon the empty sky and even disgorged hoarse sounds. It certainly sounded like the screams of a dragon army. It was so loud that the entire land of plenty began to shake.
KooooKooooKoooo…!
Then suddenly something awesome has happened.
Strong vibration struck the land of plenty.
Is it going to be shattered?
No, that did not happen.
Rather, it moved.
Krrrr! Krrr! Krrrrrrr……
The land of plenty that was being suspended in the sky has begun to move.
The speed of the movement was not quick. However, the set destination area seemed to have been determined.
The direction into which the land of plenty has begun moving. The great city of humans located at the end of the location.
It was none other than the capitol of the Greenriver Empire. It was the ‘Greenriverdium’, Ian’s house.
