Chapter 15
Still, I was worried about the side effects of using Holy Water, so I made so adjustnts afterwards.
All the pain Bruns felt was the effect of the undiluted poison, so I could cut it by half.
I left the manufacturing room again after refining the remaining Valtherus’ Tears by grinding them a little more.
‘I have one extra Tear of Valtherus left, so I’ll have to try cultivating it when I have ti.’
If planted in a suitable place, the plant can take root if so ‘specific conditions’ are t.
“Where’s Dexter?”
“Oh, in the workshop.”
“Right.”
Bruns kept looking at his chest after he ca to his senses, occasionally tilting his head and sending an anxious look.
“I wonder if I made a mistake… I rember sothing…”
“You spat at , telling not to touch your body.”
“So-, sorry!”
“It’s not that I don’t understand, so it’s fine.”
He was used as a lab rat, so that much was fine.
Bruns’ wound healed cleanly without a single scar.
Since I could check the effect properly, and it’s been about a day since you cursed at , I will gently close my eyes and ignore it.
Kaang! Kaang!
As I headed straight towards Dexter’s workshop, the sound of a hamr reverberated.
It was a workshop set deep within the basent of the casino.
It seems that Cedric paid a little attention.
Even though he says he doesn’t believe , he pays close attention to this and that.
He has a sweet personality.
“I’m coming in.”
Hooo!
Kaang! Kaang!
As the door opened, a rush of heat ca accompanied with the sound of iron hitting iron pounding on the eardrums.
Dexter stopped, holding a hamr as large as his head, then he looked at and clicked his tongue. One cheeky guy.
“Ttt. Just when I was getting into it.”
Bruns was furious at that dissatisfied appearance and rushed to interject.
“Hey! How dare you talk to your master like that!”
“My only master is the Hamr God. Honoured Lord Tundra is the only one who can be called so. You ugly bastard.”
“What? Calling ugly, you little shitbag… No, you’re a dwarf, so you’re just a shitbag, hehehe!”
Whirlik! Puck!
“Ouch! Stop that…”
It looked like Dexter threw a piece of iron he was holding in his hand.
As soon as his previous wound healed, Bruns was beaten again, and seeing the blood flowing from his forehead, his face distorted.
“You this bastard!”
Bruns rushed to Dexter like a moth, but the result was clear.
Perok!
With one punch from Dexter, Bruns collapsed on the floor like a straw doll.
“You’re weak like a foxtail.”
Contrary to his rough behaviour, he was a surprisingly sweet-hearted dwarf.
“Dexter. Have you considered my offer?”
“Heh, I’ve thought about it, else I might not be doing this here.”
He again picked up the hamr he had put down.
Kaang! Kaang!
“I make a hamr!”
Taang!
“You get my hamr every ti you need it. Isn’t that right?”
“Well, if you put it simply.”
I give him my help.
He helps back sotis.
Simple and clear.
“I’m sorry. Actually, I have one condition.”
“What.”
“Three years.”
Three years?
“Let go in three years.”
Tricolour Eye activated.
Dexter was still shining gold.
Depending on my answer, it might turn into blue or red.
“What about four years?”
“… Okay.”
Seuk. Dexter’s pupils dilated slightly as he held out his hand.
“I don’t know how to do a handshake.”
“I know.”
Tok.
It was a pretty rough hand.
Dexter’s lips twitched.
I smiled.
Then he, too, smiled softly.
“I am Callius von Jervain.”
“Dexter. Dexter Boltart.”
His eyes seed to have lost so of the distrust.
It was a little embarrassing to do this between n. I imdiately shook off the cloak I had put on.
“Dexter. What do you think of my cloak?”
“It’s sothing great. But isn’t it just a bit of a pity?”
“Hmm. Well, then, what can you do with it?”
“Well, maybe I can do a little more decoration. I do know a bit about artifacts.”
However –
“Still, it’s better not to touch this cloak. Hmm.”
Are you kidding ? Or is it so kind of joke?
I pondered for a while on what to do.
“If it’s sothing that’s not a big deal if it breaks, then give this sword a try instead.”
I handed him Arsando.
“It’s a good sword.”
That sharp blue brilliance again burst out.
Dexter looked at Arsando and nodded his head.
“One mont should be enough.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Unleash this bastard’s potential.”
Soon, a light shone on his hamr.
“In Tundra’s na, by this hamr! May your wishes co true!”
Kwaang!!
Along with a dazzling light, a tinnitus burst in Callius’ ears.
Ppiii –
The pain was even more intense because of the ears that had received the Bard’s Blessing. Frowning his brows, Dexter gasped and raised the sword. And imdiately, he took my hand and made hold Arsando.
‘Ah.’
I imdiately realized.
A silver light flickered on Arsando’s blade and began to absorb divine power, both Dexter’s and mine.
Arsando’s light, which had devoured my divine power, slowly faded.
[Arsando]
Grade – Life Sword.
Inhabited Soul – Arsando Mirinae.
Potential Ability – Open.
The potential ability opened, and the strength and sharpness of the sword increased.
Tok.
It’s evident as soon as you grab the sword.
‘Life and Spirit, sowhere in between.’
A sword that was better than a normal Life Sword, yet fell very short of a Spirit Sword. But even so, Callius couldn’t hide his joy.
“Even if you fight sobody with a Spirit Sword, this sword won’t break.”
It’s not a Spirit Sword so naturally no unique abilities are unlocked, but the increased strength and sharpness of the sword is a very good thing.
A strange wave pattern was engraved on the blue blade, making it look more dignified.
Callius rembered that Inquisitor Ryburn was the owner of a Spirit Sword, Poison Akasha.
In any case, even if Callius ended up fighting him now, this sword would not break easily.
Dexter, really.
It was absolutely the correct decision to buy him.
“Hey, so you like it. Then take this too.”
“This…”
“I made it because I had so free ti.”
[Dexter’s Half Glove]
Grade – Rare.
Glove made by dwarf Dexter.Tougher and harder than normal leather because of the imbued divine power.
Protects your hand.
“I didn’t have ti, so I only made one of a pair… but it’s better than nothing.”
Callius imdiately put on the glove on his right hand.
A skinny leather half-glove.
It was obviously leather, but it was thin, and the elasticity that stuck to the palm of your hand was like spandex.
“I like it.”
“Well, in that case, I’m glad.”
Keuheum.
Dexter coughed and started hamring again as if he was embarrassed.
Did you show your gratitude?
Not bad.
“I’m leaving Tristar for a while.”
“Sounds good to .”
“Then, see you later.”
“Yeah.”
Kaang! Kaang!
The sound of a hamr echoed in the workshop again.
Callius shrugged in his cloak and started climbing back up the stairs to the ground.
Cedric’s office.
“Are you leaving?”
“Yeah.”
“I wish you could stay here a little longer. As you know, the Inquisitor is looking for you.”
“But that’s not enough for to stop. The tis are moving fast.”
Even at this mont.
The wheel of the world is turning.
Callius felt nervous in a world that was moving three years faster than he had expected.
In order to survive the raging storm, you have to make your way to the centre of it.
If you just try to avoid the storm halfway, you’ll get caught up and torn apart.
More than now, to survive –
‘I have to be strong.’
The march of ti is ceaseless, and will not wait for him.
“Callius. What is your purpose?”
Cedric’s eyes narrowed.
His eyes, which were usually reminiscent of wild beasts, changed to a serious impression, and the overall atmosphere also seed quite different.
That must have been how serious the question was.
‘Purpose… …’
Survival? No, that’s just the first and essential part of it.
Then what is my complete purpose?
Only to survive?
No.
I.
What do I want to do in this world?
I’ve been thinking about it, but I can’t find an answer.
So, first.
“Empire.”
I must destroy the Empire to survive.
My purpose is to find my own spiritual fulfilnt. So, the Empire must be destroyed.
There is no future unless we do sothing about the Holy Empire that worships one God, denies the existence of other Gods, and carelessly slaughters others.
Destroy the Empire.
What will follow will follow.
“Is it the Empire after all? The Empire… the Empire! Hahahahahaha!!”
Cedric pounded on the table for a while, as if he was in pain, then closed his eyes and savoured Callius’ words.
And then he grinned.
“The Count’s Scapegrace wants to destroy the Empire.”
Cheok. What ca out of his arms was a bracelet.
“This is sothing for you.
“A farewell gift to a crazy maniac.”
A bracelet with a simple pattern.
It was thin, with leaf-like patterns on it, and a green gem in the centre. Not sothing ordinary.
“Is it an artifact?”
“There was this guy I rescued in the Shaking Forest. When I got to know him, he gave this present as a sign of friendship. He said I was too lively because I had too much energy.”
Shaking Forest.
Callius’ eyes narrowed.
“Anyway, you’ll need it. It looks like there are a lot of people chasing after you.”
[Vivi’s Bracelet]
Grade – Epic.
Bracelet given to you by an elf living in the Shaking Forest. Minimizes divine power usage and saves the reduced divine power.
Stored Divine Power: 0
An epic-grade artifact.
‘Does it erase your presence by absorbing your divine power?’
It seed to be used to lower your presence.
In addition, the absorbed divine power could be separately stored and used when in a hurry, so it had quite a variety of uses.
It also looked pretty useful when performing Six Flowers Technique or bud manipulation.
Originally, it was used to stockpile the overflowing power of a Paladin-level expert with high divine power.
There was no need to hesitate or refuse.
Also, it was necessary.
If Callius used it, his presence would beco no different from that of ordinary people.
Cheok.
When worn, the bracelet shrunk itself to fit Callius’ wrist.
And soon after, it began to greedily absorb his divine power.
After a while –
“It doesn’t look bad.”
“Good.”
[Divine Power – 354/3621]
[Stored Divine Power – 3267]
There was a limit to how much divine power one person could have.
But using Vivi’s Bracelet, one could go beyond that.
The quality of the divine power couldn’t be changed, but you could have an edge in quantity, so it was like putting so kind of insurance in place.
It was a gift that could not be refused.
“I’ll leave right now.”
“Alright.”
There was no reason to stay in Tristar any more.
I didn’t have ti for that.
“Are you heading North?”
“I have sothing I’m looking for.”
Head North, as scheduled.
Even with Arsando, there were too many strong people around.
He was still too weak to handle this world.
Callius would have to fight through a lot of swords, and for that he’d have to be strong enough.
So, the Spirit Sword that was entrusted to Bernard.
The ti had co to find Rakan, the Thunderbolt Sword.
“Ah, I heard you got sothing from Count Artemion.”
“Oh, that’s true.”
“It sounds like he’s trying to do sothing in Oliorro… If possible, you’d better not get caught up in it.”
To Cedric’s advice, Callius responded with a strange smile.
Eventide.
The passage of the sun trailing over the mountains brought dusk in the twilight.
When the veil of darkness was thus covering the sky –
An untily letter arrived at the residence of Count Artemion.
Quang!
The staff of Count Artemion, who was striking down the table, trembled.
“Jervain, you bastard… you dare?! How dare you ignore like this!”
This was written on the letterhead –
[Dear Count Artemion.]
Count Artemion read aloud the letter Jervain had sent him in disbelief.
“Thank you for the sacred stone, it is very useful. But for so reason, I can’t seem to be able to accompany you on the escort mission…? I’ll pay you back for the sacred stone I received in advance next ti. Then let us et again next ti…?”
“Ggh! This guy… what a well-written letter. No, that’s not the problem, is Jervain’s bastard running away with the sacred stone!?”
Baduk.
Count Artemion’s jaw trembled with rage.
Twiss.
Veins popped out!
“He’s like the world’s most shaless idiot!! He even dared to run away with a sacred stone in the na of Jervain!! Kahk! Gaggh!!”
“S-, sir! Hold on!!”
“You, call sobody from the law enforcent! The law enforcent!!”
Artemion cried out in anger.
“Search for him!! Find him right now!!”
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