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Return of The 8th Class Mage (Web Novel) - Chapter 114. Assembling the Master Craftsmen (2)
Chapter 114. Assembling the Master Craftsmen (2)
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“Have you heard the rumors?”
“The white dragon?”
“Uh? Yeah I know?”
“Yup, I sure know.”
“That rumor has been percolating for a while.”
“Everybody is talking about it wherever you go?”
In the past few months.
A new rumor has become the talk of the town.
It was about a rumor of a ‘white dragon’.
“A lot of people claim to have seen it in person.”
“Still, there isn’t anyone saying that around here?”
“According to the merchants, coming into the town……”
It was in an alehouse in ‘Roharam’, the capitol city of Roe Principality
It was when the topic of the gossip was being exchanged.
“Krrrrrrung-!”
From the outside of the alehouse, to be exact, from a distant sky, came a strange metallic noise. Although it wasn’t certain, it appeared to be a sound of an animal.
“What, what the heck is that?”
“It doesn’t sound like a human……”
“…… Could it be?”
Both fearful and curious, the gossipers, in the alehouse, just kept looking at each other. Having gathered all the courage that they could, they walked out of the alehouse. Could it be the appearance of the ‘white dragon’, the topic of the rumor?
“There, there……!”
“Dragon……?”
“Is that truly a dragon?”
“What, what the……”
“It’s not possible……”
The citizens of the Roharam were already in the street, looking up towards the sky. Everyone was in astonishment as they were pointing at something in the sky, which resembled the ‘white dragon’, the topic of the rumor. It was the exact same image of the dragon that people generally understood.
“Krrrrrr……!”
The gigantic white dragon hovered over the skies of the Roe Principality’s capitol city of Roharam. It moved evenly about as if to demonstrate its existence and awesomeness to the puny little humans.
“This should be enough.”
“Krrrrrreung……!”
The base of the neck couldn’t be seen by the people.
From there, a voice of a man was heard.
It was Ian, who was invoking invisible magic.
“This should be sufficient for them to begin talking about this.”
Along with ‘Dradragon Number 1’, Ian traveled widely around the major cities and regions of the continent, which was made up of Roe Principality, Coldwood Empire and Greenriver Empire.
Of course, he did not forget about going to the Great Eastern Plains and other major non territorial cities, which the influence of the empire did not reach. Meticulously, he flew to any area where there were people to start a rumor.
“Let’s return. To the Knocking Island.”
“Krung!”
Ian and Dradragon Number 1 completed the travel around the continent as planned. They headed back to the Knocking Island, the place of assembly for the master craftsmen. Perhaps, a few of the master craftsmen have already arrived after hearing the rumor early.
***
It took longer than expected for Ian and Dradragon Number 1 to return to the Knocking Island. On their way back, they decided to spread rumors while waiting for the master craftsmen to return. It was more of a leisurely return trip that they decided to take.
“Three of them have already come?”
“Yes. They’ve returned much earlier than anticipated.”
Is it due to the leisurely return trip?
The surprising news was waiting for Ian.
He had only expected to see, maybe one or two of them to return.
However, three of the master craftsmen have already returned.
“The remaining three friends haven’t returned yet, but at this rate, wouldn’t they be returning fairly soon? Indeed, it was a strategy from the one, fitting worthy of being a Fran’s descendant.”
Bertholdo’s countenance has brightened up upon seeing his friends in a while. Even his pale face appeared to recover its shade. Of course, it was only in thought as his paleness has not changed.
“Well, let me introduce them to you first.”
The three master craftsmen, including Bertholdo and Cleven, all had their unique, individual characteristics that set them apart. From race to gender, appearance and build, nothing was the same. The only common characteristic was the fact that they all had rare black hair.
“First, this lady’s name is Halia, a master blacksmith.”
“Lady? What a full of BS. What is this old man talking about something that was several hundred years ago. Have you gone mad in pairs with Cleven?”
Bertholdo has introduced a woman in black hair first. From an outward appearance alone, she was no more than in her early twenties, but she, too, was one of the chosen master craftsmen that have lived multiple life times. Her tone of speech was not, in any way, ordinary.
“Enough pleasantries. I heard that you are the man’s descendant? I’ve heard of you. Ian Page, the grand sorcerer of Greenriver. I was wondering whether you were related or not as you shared the same last name.”
She said that she had given up everything and went into the dwarf’s underground city and focused on blacksmith work. Was it why? Her tone of speech was very coarse. Based on the reputation, the dwarfs were known to be hot tempered……
“Please forgive her as she was a coarse person to begin with.”
Bertholdo whispered to Ian’s ear.
Well, she may have just been born with that style of speech.
“It is my honor to meet you. I’m Ian Page.”
“Honor, what a BS. Just kill me quickly, will you.”
“I will try.”
Yet, Ian did not mind it. Having put on a smile, he even extended his hand out for a handshake. Although his gesture was rejected, he did not lose his smile. It was a sign that everything was cool. She had lived for a very long time, unable to die, so what if her speech was a bit rough?
‘What’s important was the artifact.’
Furthermore, she is one of the master craftsmen, who would gift him with one of the remaining artifacts. He had every intention to forgive her coarse speech, even if she was to curse him out in his face. At least until he got what he wanted of course.
“And this here is the master jeweler……”
“I’m Dennis.”
Dennis, the master jeweler, who had dark circles as if he had makeup on, quickly introduced himself. Then he went to a private area and simply looked up in the sky. He was a very quiet reserved man.
“He is a quiet person by nature, hope you can understand……”
“It’s no bother. There is no need to apologize.”
Ian let it pass in kindness.
A person could have a reserved personality.
It’s reasonable to be somewhat unfriendly.
‘Yes, that is possible.’
“Thank you. Ah, and lastly……”
“Glad to meet you! I’m Zerbio. I was a carpenter, but now I try to do everything that can be done with wood. Build houses, construct ships, tables. Ah by the way, I developed a log for fire that would last ten times longer than an ordinary log.”
Zerbio, who has introduced himself as a carpenter has greatly impressed Ian. He had a physique that was much bigger than Oliver and even the seamen of the Pilten Pier. Without exaggerating, his single fist was as big as Ian’s head. It made him wonder whether he has a giant’s bloodline.
“In this era, I am planning to go into a new business using this fire log, what is your opinion on this, descendant? If some support can be provided from the Greenriver side this time, I could definitely……”
Unlike his outward appearance that resembles someone that could battle dragons was unfittingly talking about some business. I mean, as an original member of the master craftsmen, what sort of fire log business nonsense was he talking about?
‘Perhaps, he was talking about it as an amusement.’
Ian thought that that could be quite possible.
He should enjoy a leisure time that he likes to spend the very long life time.
That would be the only way that he can live without going insane.
If not, he could become another Cleven.
“Hey, are you still talking about that damn business?”
“Damn business? In our current circumstances, shouldn’t we try to do something that we can really enjoy like hell? You are the foolish one. Yeah? You guys just think about dying, yeah? You’ve been doing the same thing for the past hundreds of years. Yeah? Don’t live like that!”
“How many businesses have you bankrupted long time ago?”
“Hum! It’s different now. I have built experience!”
As if they were good friends who shared drinks last night, Bertholdo and Zerbio appeared to be close pals. Well, compared to Halia, the husky blacksmith and Dennis, the reserved jeweler, Zerbio looked more like an aristocrat.
“It’s my honor to meet you. I’m Ian Page. With respect to the business that you’ve mentioned, I will take a look at it as I get more time.”
“Oh! Are you sincere?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Thank you! You must be his descendant as you seem magnanimous!”
“Haha……”
That’s how the light introductions were conducted between Ian and the three master craftsmen that assembled after hearing the dragon rumors. The story leading up to the present time has already been informed by Bertholdo.
“As you may know already, I desperately need all of your help at this time.”
All the master craftsmen of different personalities kept their attention to Ian. No matter what has been said, the everlasting life has become a curse for them. Ian was their unique chance of freeing themselves from that curse and they wouldn’t consider hearing Ian’s words in passing.
“Of course, I’m not asking for help without offering something in return. The power of language, which Fran had used to give you the eternal life, I can imitate it. It’s not sufficient yet, but I plan to improve it continuously.”
It is when Ian continued to speak.
“How can we trust you?”
There was a voice of doubt.
Was it Halia, the husky blacksmith?
“That power of the language.”
It was from an unanticipated character.
It was Dennis, the quiet reserved jeweler.
“…… Trust or not, that’s your free will. However.”
Ian stopped speaking for a moment.
He immediately gathered mana.
It is better to show by action.
“I do have trustworthy evidence, though.”
It was believed to be a magic of the ‘language of the dragon’ at one time.
He began to demonstrate the power of that language.
(Attar Hakka.)
Attar Hakka.
Black fire-flower.
The language of the dragon magic, which was once demonstrated to the Fairy Queen, was being displayed by shaping it with the power of the language. The black fire-flower as the name suggests, a powerful black cluster has begun to burn in Ian’s palm.
“…… It is not an ordinary magic.”
As the master craftsmen possess the same kind of magical power as the sorcerers, they could immediately recognize that it was not a cluster of fire made with an ordinary mana.
“It appears to be similar to what the man used to do?”
The husky voiced Halia also displayed her approval. The power of the language permeates with the power of mana, rather than physical voice. They must have certainly remembered the character. As it was not a common occurrence.
“I was afraid that you would ask what this was. I am relived.”
Speaking facetiously, Ian removed the fireball. At the same time, he was freshly surprised. Not too long ago, if he was to wield the power of the language even once, his mana capacity would get depleted. However, he could not feel anything close to depleting at this time. He could say that he did not even have to blink an eye
‘Is it the power of the robe?’
The master piece of Bertholdo.
‘Ian Page Robe.’
It was definitely a great item.
“OK! I’ll trust the words of my new business partner. I’ll gladly help you! You did not resemble the man’s face however, I suppose the wives of your ancestors must have been all beautiful!”
Zerbio was the first to decide.
And he even guessed something that was close to a truth.
Wife was beautiful. It wasn’t a wrong statement at all.
“What could I not do if I could die?”
Halia, the blacksmith also made her decision.
Her unique coarse tone of voice didn’t go anywhere though.
“……”
Dennis, the jeweler, quietly walked as well.
That is, towards the statue, where the master piece was stored in.
“Wow…! Then we can wake up Dradragon Number 2, Number 5 and Number 7 too? Number 1 and Number 3 must be happy! You will have many friends.”
“Krrrr……”
“Krrrrreugn……?”
At last, the three master craftsmen stood in front of their respective storage statues. As Cleven alluded, Halia stood by the Dradragon Number 2 or the second statue, Dennis at the front of Dradragon Number 5 or the fifth statue and finally Zerbio by Dradragon Number 7 or the seventh statue.
Woooooong-!
It was same as when Cleven and Bertholdo removed their master pieces. The unique mana flowed into the statues and out through the cracked open mouths, came the views of the master pieces that were stored for several hundred years. What kind of artifacts would they be? Ian observed with his eyes open narrowly.
‘First that one looks like a staff for sure.’
As expected, their master pieces were common to their respective field of expertise. First, Zerbio’s master piece was a ‘staff’, and although it was made out of birch wood, there appeared to be flowing luster of a well smelted ore.
‘That was in a storage box, so…… It must be an accessory.’
The jeweler Dennis’s creation was inside a small unknown storage box. Based on the shape of it, it appeared to be some kind of an ‘accessory’ for sure.
‘And that …… A sword?”
Finally, the master piece created by Halia, the blacksmith, was a ‘sword’. It must be the sword that was made for the first sorcerer, Fran Page, but why did she make a sword?
“It’s my choice.”
That’s how Halia responded to that question.
It was just her choice.
“A sorcerer doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t have a sword?”
“…… Yes, that is true.”
“Although it would be better if a more skilled swordsman would use it.”
At any rate, three artifacts appeared before Ian’s eyes. Ian was especially interested in finding out the powers of the staff and accessory. Wouldn’t they display the equivalent power as the robe, the artifact that Bertholdo gave him, or beyond that?
‘……?’
It was when his anticipation was growing fast.
Ian hesitated, sensing something intrusive.
‘What can it be?”
He was sensing it from very close by. It was not the sense that he detected from the master craftsmen, the artifacts or anything around the Knocking Island. It was someplace much closer, for example.
‘Is it from my body.’
Ian concentrated mana and his spirit.
It was to locate the source of that disturbance.
‘This is……’
The strange sense was coming from his body as expected.
To be exact, it was something that he had in his possession.
‘Fairy dust……?”
It was when he had renewed the relationship with the Fairy Queen and the family.
The pink fairy queen’s powder that he had received from her.
And the family’s ‘another power’ that he had heard of from her.
(Help.)
He sensed the ‘power of life’ from that pink powder.
The Fairy Queen’s ember that was almost dying out.
