Chapter 1153: The Prize
Through the match, Seth had taken on two contractual obligations to make objects. He promised Nam to create an merchandise to assist him, in trade for his service and the blueprint for mentioned merchandise and the opposite was the grand prize of the match. After all, the previous needed to wait till the winner acquired their prize.
“You need what?” the blacksmith requested once more to ensure he did not mishear.
“I hope you would create a heaven-grade set of robes for me,” the poison fairy repeated herself.
“N-not an armor or weapon or jewellery… however robes?” Seth stuttered. He was often called a grasp blacksmith, the entire level of the match was to make his expertise recognized to the world. Why on the earth was she asking for garments?!
“Wasn’t the prize any type of heaven-grade armament?” Dowloon requested innocently. She blushed a little bit earlier than she continued speaking. it appeared she was conscious, that her want was barely exterior the scope of what was speculated to be the prize.
“ I-It is simply.. I’ve been in search of a very very long time to get a set of garments that will not deteriorate and break down from my expertise, particularly after I consider the long run. I do know it is a little bit a lot to ask, however heaven-grade robes are what I really want essentially the most. I am truly on the cusp of breaking by way of and I am afraid…” her fingers moved nervously with slight embarrassment.
“I am afraid to be disrobed each time I take advantage of my expertise, as soon as I break by way of to the Spirit Severing Realm,” she lastly revealed her issues to the blacksmith. Seth checked out her. He remembered the spam within the chat throughout her struggle with April.
Yep, her sudden disrobing in the midst of a struggle was harmful for all events concerned. Particularly her dignity. Seeing the chilly poison queen this fragile touched Seth a little bit, nevertheless, it could not be accomplished.
“I perceive your circumstances. nevertheless, I am unable to make you a legendary- heaven-grade gown because the prize for the match,” the blacksmith mentioned with a sigh. For that grade, he wanted Neeco Booz and it wasn’t the purpose of the Event to promote their means to make legendary textiles…
“I-i see, if you cannot do it, there’s nothing I can do about that. Then perhaps a brand new dagger?” she accepted his refusal, turning even redder now that she had uncovered her weak point for nothing.
“I did not say that we won’t do it. I am simply saying we won’t do it because the prize for the match. It would not be good to publish that we are able to try this, too. Not less than in the meanwhile. A dagger, or perhaps a set of daggers looks like a very good prize to promote,” the bard clarified the misunderstanding.
Dowloon checked out him with large eyes.
“However you may make me a set of heaven-grade robes? I already made numerous sketches about what I want and-” She jumped up excited earlier than she rapidly railed in her feelings and sat again down. “You most likely aren’t providing this to me at no cost, proper? We’re speaking a couple of heaven-grade armament.
“Can we discuss concerning the gown now?” she requested with glittering eyes, prepared to tug out a bunch of sketches from her cosmos pouch. The blacksmith shook his head.
“I must ask our tailor to hitch that subject. We met to speak about your prize, so let’s discuss concerning the type of daggers you need.” the blacksmith introduced the dialog again to the subject. Dowloown was quite a bit much less enthusiastic rapidly, er eyes trailed off into the space, trying by way of him, not at him.
“I truly haven’t got a lot of a choice for daggers…” Dowloon began off conflicted however abruptly stopped speaking. her eyes targeted again on him. She did not look as excited as she was earlier than however she appeared reasonably completely happy.
“May you make me a rope dart as a substitute?” she requested out of nowhere. Seth checked out her perplexed. What was a rope dart? Seth had no downside acknowledging that he did not know what she was speaking about and the Poison Fairy rapidly defined it.
It was a distinct segment weapon from the place she originated from. Roughly defined, it was a spike or a blade on the finish of a rope or chain. If it wasn’t for magic or in her case non secular power, this did not sound like essentially the most helpful weapon for fight, to Seth.
Nonetheless, Dowloon had aptly proven that her preventing model relied quite a bit on throwing disposable blades or needles at her opponent. Placing a string on that to make them simply retrievable wasn’t the craziest thought, for the reason that truly preventing talent already existed.
Because the cultivator lastly had an thought about what weapon she needed from Seth, they spent the following hour ironing out what precisely it was speculated to appear to be. Ultimately, it was a blade on the finish of a serrated chain, that is also used as a brief dagger.
Regarding the powers it ought to possess, Dowloon was much less vocal. She merely did not know what was potential and the way a lot the blacksmith was able to. The one specification she was capable of give you was that it had to withstand corrosion from her poison power.
“Do you have already got a method to management the dart?” Seth requested to make clear. Cultivators had their very own methods of distant controlling their armament as most of the sword cultivators had confirmed in earlier battles. Dowloon nodded.
“ I possess a heaven-grade guide for preventing with a gown dart nevertheless it’s a really uncommon weapon, which is why I by no means used it till now…” And why she nearly forgot that she had it. This guide appeared to be the rationale that she had some pleasure for her prize.
Seth was okay with that, a minimum of she did not simply say “ Some type of dagger”. A rope dart was one thing fairly unique and recent, which was why he was additionally motivated to make it.
“Alright then. You’ll return with us to Delta and keep on the embassy till your prize is prepared. There we are able to additionally speak about your robes.”