The rumors about a skilled enchanter master spread through Lemoria. So people started showing up at Damian's shop, asking for his services!
Damian, without any other way to handle it, decided to limit his services to three at a ti, aning he would only enchant three items, rest, and repeat.
Now, that was only for personal enchantnts, like the one that the lady asked, the fire sword. Damian still enchanted cheaper items for both practice and to sell them in his shop!
These items were much easier to enchant because of their low quality, but after being enchanted they beca a lot better, so even better than expensive items! That was what made Damian's shop even more popular.
People from Lemoria, and so from nearby towns as well, ca to his shop to buy the items on display. Heck, so people from faraway towns ca there too!
There weren't many enchanters, so Damian's reputation grew trendously in a rapid pace. The items he displayed in his shop were selling like crazy, and he was not worried about money anymore.
The person who hired him to kill Miller showed up in Damian's shop during the night right before he closed it.
"Shadowblade, or rather, Damian. How are you my friend?"
The man was called Claridge, and he was a wealthy person within Lemoria.
"Are you here for the money?" Damian asked.
He wasn't stupid. There was no reason for the man to co there only to chat about random things. Money had to be involved.
"Yes and no. You can just pay the sa amount, no need to pay extras or anything," Claridge said.
"Oh?"
Damian knew his reputation had increased based on how many new people visited his shop, but was it that high? Was Claridge trying to befriend him because of his enchantnt talent?
"Wait here while I get the money. Is there sothing else you wish to discuss?" Damian asked.
Claridge seed reluctant to say sothing. Damian could see that.
"For now, nothing, no. I'll wait here while you go get the money."
The money was stored in the back part of Damian's shop. He wanted to store it inside his Spatial Ring as that was the safest place, but the ring was a low-grade one, therefore its space was tiny.
He already had his necromancy books, invisibility cloak and the winged demon's heart inside. That was enough to fill the entire space. The price for better rings was too high.
'I should move most of the money to the snake temple, put it inside the secret chamber.'
Damian returned with a leather sack filled with gold coins, giving it to Claridge, who happily accepted it, and left right afterward. It was obvious that Claridge wanted to speak with Damian about other things, but decided not to.
'I will eventually find out!' thought Damian.
He closed his shop, but stayed inside. The weapon that the lady asked him to make, the fire sword, was difficult to enchant, and Damian wanted to use the quiet night tis to work on it.
It was the best ti for him. He went to the back part of the shop, placing the silver sword on a table with a circle around it. The circle had many runes, and those runes were fire ones!
Each rune had a different effect. She wanted a fla sword, so Damian used the fire enchantnt runes.
After having the weapon and the runes drawn around it, Damian also needed a mana crystal. Mana crystals were found by mining inside the dungeon, no matter the floor.
Damian did not have the ti for that, so he bought them. They were rare, so their price wasn't low. That was basically the only cost Damian had to enchant a weapon.
Well, he still bought the cheap weapons to enchant but the cost was little, almost nothing.
He placed the mana crystal on top of the sword; therefore all the ingredients were there, but that was not the hardest part.
Channeling the mana from the crystal to the sword was. It required precise control and synchronization with the runes that surrounded the blade. That was why most people failed, and why enchanters were so rare.
Damian felt the sweat dripping from his forehead as he held his hand over the crystal. He had a book on the stone table, open to a page with the sa runes he had drawn on the sword.
He also had to chant the words of power, but he could not rember them exactly. They were in an ancient language that he had never heard spoken aloud. He hoped he was pronouncing them correctly.
The more he chanted, the more he sensed the connection with the crystal, feeling its mysterious energy flowing through him. But it was hard. The sword was made of a high-quality material that resisted the enchantnt. That was why cheap weapons were easy to make, but not the silver-like sword that the lady had given him.
He had to do it in stages, transferring so of the rune's power to the sword, resting, and then resuming. There was no rule that said it had to be done in one go, so Damian took his ti and did it carefully, trying his best to align his will with the runes, imprinting them on the sword.
At first, only a few runes appeared on the blade, glowing briefly and then fading. But after a few more sessions, all the runes for the fire enchantnt were there!
"Nice!!!" Damian yelled, unable to contain his joy.
He wondered if the lady would mind if he tested the sword, but he had to see if his enchantnt had worked. He swung the sword at one of the sli dummies, and a huge blast of fire erupted from the strike, creating a firestorm!
It was more powerful than Damian had expected! He quickly used his Sli Ring to create multiple layers of black sli to contain the fire, or else it would spread throughout the room.
After using the attack, the blade still had a faint fire around it, enhancing its power for a while.
'Incredible! This is by far my best work!'
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