Chapter 113

Chapter 114: Where Did That Big Stick Come From? (Third Update of the Day! Requesting Subscriptions!)

“Have the three of them been getting closer lately?”

At the next table over, Tiona took a bite of her bread and started a conversation with her older sister.

“It seems like it. I often see those three hanging out together~”

Tione nodded in agreement.

On the similar cheeks of the Amazon sisters, confusion simultaneously arose; they both didn’t quite understand the reason behind it.

It seemed that without realizing, the three had become extremely close friends?

But if you can’t figure it out, just stop trying. Isn’t it a good thing for comrades to get along better? Why be so hung up on it?

Then the two sisters also joined in the commotion.

…

After finishing their meal, Izay spent some time applying experience buffs to the core members of the Familial Group who needed training, then left with Riviria.

Today, Refia’s learning instruction was temporarily replaced by the older elf sister Alisia, while the original teacher Riviria was going to take Izay to the territory of the Hephaestus Familial Group.

Because of the uniqueness of his profession, Izay now also needed a Magic Workshop.

Thinking back to other “mystery” holders in Orario, who doesn’t have their own Magic Workshop?

“Mystery” is an ability known as “the Skill of the Gods,” whose potential has yet to be fully uncovered.

It is known to be used for creating magic-related items, spiritual medicine, new magical artifacts, or even weapons with curses attached.

Frankly speaking, whatever use “mystery” holders develop, it wouldn’t be surprising.

The most famous one is the “Sage” who created the “Philosopher’s Stone.”

Inventing the secret art of immortality, breaking the taboo between life and death, artificially pursuing eternal life and succeeding.

Despite the price that had to be paid, he was still an incredibly powerful master, over eight hundred years old.

Izay’s “Enchantment” is his personal “mystery.”

When this skill becomes widely known, it will win the admiration of countless people!

The existence of a personal Magic Workshop can help Izay more conveniently utilize the effects of “mystery,” study it, and innovate.

Although typically, Magic Workshops should be built within the Familial Group, being a confidential area for individuals and the group.

However, Izay’s current situation is special, so he will have to temporarily settle for a relatively secluded place within the territory of the Hephaestus Familial Group.

For the preparation of his personal Magic Workshop, Loki has already begun detailed discussions with the Goddess Hephaestus. The preliminary plan is to build it beside the Familial Group’s warehouse or possibly underground, depending on whether there is enough remaining space.

The sky was clear blue, and comfortable breezes blew continuously.

Riviria walked gracefully down the street, with Izay following half a step behind.

Now they were at Northeast Street, a place Izay hadn’t really explored much, though he had visited East Street before.

On both sides of the avenue were various tool shops lined up closely together.

Many passersby wore different work uniforms, clearly identifying them as craftsmen. Many of them weren’t members of any Familial Groups but were independent citizens and laborers.

On the other end of the road, several box-like large buildings could be seen; those were factories.

The main source of Orario’s profits—Magic Stones—are produced in these factories on Northeast Street.

Riviria also seemed unfamiliar with this area. The barmaid currently held a map, lightly frowning as she observed the locations marked on it.

She couldn’t say she hadn’t been here before.

As a seasoned veteran adventurer, she had basically visited all areas of Orario.

But she rarely came to Northeast Street, and over the years, the construction and demolition of these factories had completely altered the original area, naturally making her very unfamiliar with it.

“It should be a right turn ahead…”

Muttering uncertainly to herself, Riviria looked around for a bit to confirm the direction.

Izay felt inexplicably worried about her state, wondering if they would get lost, but still followed obediently.

Gradually deviating from the main avenue, the path ahead became narrower. Walking on the stone-paved road lined with many green trees was quite refreshing, and looking up, one could see a bright blue sky.

The towering city walls gradually approached within sight. As they neared the edge of the city, Riviria stopped in front of a red-brick tiled bungalow.

The overall wall was still brand new, and the doors and windows were clean and bright, standing out distinctly from the many houses around it that were darkened by chimneys and dirty-looking, exuding a different kind of cuteness.

The door had a “Sold” sign hanging on it, along with a metal chain lock.

“It should be here, Izay.”

Riviria stepped forward, pulling out a key from her pocket, inserting it into the lock, easily opening the chain lock, then pushing open the door.

“This temporary Magic Workshop is where you can make and research magical artifacts during this period, and you can do enchantments too, but you need to be careful yourself.”

After entering, Riviria handed the key in her hand to Izay.

This was a temporary workshop bought by Loki for five million Valis from the Goddess Hephaestus, containing only some common material props and a set of glass instruments used for mixing materials.

“Alright, I understand.”

Izay responded while curiously inspecting his workshop.

To put it simply, this was his temporary lab.

Not only could he enchant weapons here, but he could also experiment with developing the “mystery” ability as long as he didn’t blow the place up, anything else was allowed.

“You can tell Ais and the others later to prepare a temporary weapon. Hand over the current armaments to me so I can enchant them for them. This process may take some time.”

Izay’s enchantment does not need to consider failure because the success rate of enchantment is one hundred percent.

As long as it’s not done intentionally or interrupted during the enchantment process, it cannot fail.

However, perfectly enchanting the first-tier adventurer armaments for Ais and the others is not something that can be completed instantly.

It took him quite some time to perfectly enchant his own silver-gray spear, though it’s hard to calculate exactly how much time, but it was definitely more than a day.

This also has something to do with his incomplete mastery of “mystery.”

Conservatively estimated, it might take one to two days, or even longer, to perfectly enchant a first-tier adventurer’s weapon.

“I see, I’ll let them know.”

Riviria nodded lightly, then looked at Izay with a somewhat teasing gaze.

“By the way, do you have any leads on enchanting staves?”

“Ah… cough, cough, I haven’t started yet~”

Izay dryly coughed twice, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

Riviria’s lips curved into a smile; she knew it would be this way.

With a smile, the barmaid reached behind her, and a staff about a meter long, entirely water-blue, appeared in her hands.

“Well then, I had someone make a new staff earlier. Why don’t we try experimenting with this one?”

“Huh… Teacher, where did you pull this thing out from?” Izay hesitated.

Such a big stick-like object…

Where was it stored?

Why hadn’t he noticed it until now?

“Hmm? What do you mean? Why does your gaze feel so impolite? What are you thinking about?”

“Ah, it hurts~ Don’t hit… I’m sorry, teacher, I shouldn’t have thought randomly, ah—!”