[Talent Upgrade: Mastersmith Level 3 Achieved!]
[By utilising the power of the upgraded Mastersmith’s hamr, the user will now earn equivalent EXP points for each creation crafted depending on the grade of the product.]
[Harnessing your enhanced skills, there is a 5% chance of forging an epic tier weapon every fifth attempt. Legendary gears hold a 1% chance of creation, while crafting a Mythic weapon boasts a terrific 0.01% chance.]
"About damn ti!" Shinon threw a fist in the air as the text appeared before him.
Now, the tide had turned. The upgrade of his mastersmith talent had unlocked a crucial ability—the ability to earn experience points for every creation he made.
This revelation was a ga-changer for Shinon, as it ant he could continue to refine his craft and level up without venturing into dangerous territories or depending on the Phoenixes’ permission to move around.
A knock on the door interrupted his delight as he celebrated his newfound fortune. Shinon turned his attention towards the entrance, a wide grin still etched on his face. He hurriedly crossed the room, excitent bubbling within him, and swung the door open.
To his surprise, standing before him were Kira and Rico. Shinon’s smile widened at the sight of his friends, although his expression quickly shifted to concern as he noticed Rico sitting in a wheelchair.
The evidence of his recovery was apparent, yet the lingering weakness remained.
"Kira, Rico!" Shinon greeted them warmly, stepping aside to invite them into his workshop. "Co in, co in. It’s great to see both of you. How are you doing, Rico? I’m glad you’re up and about, even if it’s in a wheelchair."
"Better this than nothing!" Rico’s radiant smile filled the workshop. "Jokes aside, it’s been a tough road, but I’m getting better day by day. The healers have been working wonders, and what could go wrong with Kira by my side, helping through it all."
Kira nodded, her gaze filled with unwavering support for Rico. "He’s been incredibly stupid and resilient when it ca to getting out of the infirmary. The Doctor wanted him to rest more, but Rico didn’t listen to their instructions and was adamant about living with us."
"Can you bla ?" Rico replied, imitating the face of the most innocent child.
As Kira and Rico playfully quarrelled, their banter filling the air with lightheartedness, Shinon gathered his ticulously crafted farming equipnt.
As he hoisted the tools onto his shoulder, Kira noticed his movents. "Shinon, where are you off to with all those farming tools? Don’t tell you took up the job as a farr now?"
A glint sparkled in Shinon’s eyes as he turned to face his friends. "That’s exactly where I’m headed, Kira. I’ve been working on sothing special, a set of farming tools with magical enhancents and thought to test them in the fields."
"Magical farming tools? That sounds fascinating. Count in, Shinon. I’d love to see what you’ve co up with." Rico’s eyes widened with intrigue.
Although he seed genuinely interested in the tools, Shinon knew Rico was rely looking to get Kira’s attention off of him, and Kira seed to have taken the bait.
With their agreent, the trio made their way to the fields, Shinon leading the way with the assortnt of magical farming tools slung over his shoulder.
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The farrs gathered around the dry, barren field, their faces etched with scepticism and disapproval. Shinon stood in the centre, holding his newly crafted gardening paddle with a determined expression.
He had spent countless hours perfecting its design and imbuing it with magical abilities, but now he faced the daunting task of convincing the sceptical farrs that his creation could bring life back to their crops.
Among the farrs stood a grizzled elder, his face lined with deep wrinkles that spoke of wisdom earned through years of toil. His na was Costo, and he was the man in charge of farming and food acquisition for the settlent.
Beside him stood a middle-aged woman, her hands rough and weathered from hours spent in the fields. Her eyes held a glimr of hope tempered by a cautious reserve. She had seen her fair share of failed attempts to improve their farming thods.
"I’m telling you, this tool has magical properties," Shinon asserted, his voice filled with conviction. "It can rejuvenate the soil and revitalise your crops. But you have to trust and give it a chance."
The grizzled farr crossed his arms, his face lined with doubt. "Magic, you say? We’ve heard such tales before, lad. Show us real results, not empty promises."
Kira stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with an unwavering belief in Shinon’s abilities. "Please, just give him a chance. Shinon has proven himself ti and ti again, and let him demonstrate what his gardening paddle can do. If it doesn’t work, we can find another solution."
The farrs exchanged sceptical glances, unsure whether to trust the young craftsman’s claims. They had been burned by false promises, and their livelihood depended on successful harvests.
Finally, after deliberation, one of the farrs spoke up. "Fine, we’ll give it a try. But if it doesn’t work, don’t expect us to believe in magic."
Shinon nodded appreciatively, grateful for the opportunity. He stepped onto the dry soil with renewed determination, gripping the gardening paddle tightly. Closing his eyes briefly, he got to work.
A subtle shimr emanated from the ground beneath as he moved the gardening paddle through the lifeless soil. The farrs watched with curiosity and scepticism, waiting to see if anything would happen.
And then, as if in response to Shinon’s efforts, tiny green shoots erged from the parched earth. The air filled with an almost tangible energy, and the field transford before their eyes. The withered crops regained their vibrancy, the once-dry soil now rich and fertile.
Gasps of amazent filled the air as the farrs witnessed the miraculous transformation. They couldn’t deny the results right before them, and their disapproval slowly turned into astonishnt and admiration.
Shinon paused, looking at the rejuvenated field with a satisfied smile. "The gardening paddle can infuse the soil with nourishnt, stimulating growth and ensuring bountiful harvests. It may not be traditional farming, but the results speak for themselves."
The grizzled farr who had been the most sceptical stepped forward, his eyes filled with newfound respect. "I must admit, lad, you’ve proven us wrong. We owe you an apology for doubting your abilities, and this tool could be a ga-changer for us."
Shinon accepted the farr’s words graciously, humbled by their change of heart. "No need for apologies. I understand your scepticism, and I’m just glad I could show you the potential of this magical farming equipnt."
As the farrs began to discuss the possibilities and practical applications of Shinon’s gardening paddle, Kira stood by his side, beaming with pride. It was a small victory but one that held great significance.
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