Blacksmith of the Apocalypse Chapter 1410: Paolo's Gauntlets

Since Nädel currently had no big projects, he promised to make the boots, gloves, and lining for Monique's armor within the next couple of days, reassuring her that they would stay within the rough schedule for their outing.

“Tower master!” he heard soone call him when he was about to leave Nädel's workshop. It was one of the tailor's apprentices, or forr apprentices. They had all reached the craftsman-tier, and it felt wrong to keep calling them apprentices.

“I finished the gloves you asked for,” he said with a bright smile, when Seth stopped to listen to him. It was actually the tailor who took up his order to make the gloves for Paolo's gauntlets. In his hands, the man in his early thirties held a pair of brown gloves.

They resembled smooth driver's gloves, ending right at the wrists, but they also had a special padding along the knuckles and fingers, making them also resemble modern fighting gloves used in sports. They matched the blacksmith's specifications exactly.

“Oh, what leather did you use?” Seth asked, appraising the gloves.

“I used the leather of Quintal Rock Ape, known for their disproportionate punching power,” the tailor explained his work at the blacksmith's inquiry. Although there were no options because of any special sewing technique, the gloves actually ca with an active skill.

Add 10 tis the user's weight as physical damage to the next unard attack.>

Surprisingly, it was one of the more abstract skills Seth had seen, simply because it mixed so very real trics with the rather arbitrary numbers of the system. There was also no conversion rate ntioned in the skill.

There was no telling how good the skill was, even if it said “10 tis of sothing”. Still, a free skill was a free skill. It was up to Paolo to find out how useful the skill would actually be.

“Good work, thank you...” The blacksmith paused.

“Drake, Sir. My na is Drake,” he said with a smile. Seth couldn't help thinking that it was a waste that soone with such a cool na actually ended up becoming a tailor. But he quickly shooed away the intrusive thought.

“Good work, Drake,” he patted the man's shoulder and took his leave. Seth had almost forgotten about the gloves, but they ca just in ti. With this, he would be able to finish Paolo's gauntlets before he started on Monique's armor.

The day was neither young nor old, so he had a al and returned to his workshop, where he went to look for the enchanter after greeting Sivri and Cerberus. He found him inside the specially arranged enchantnt lab.

“Hi Rùn. Are you done with the pieces for the gauntlets?” Seth asked, despite already knowing the answer. The genius was currently kneeling on the ground, setting up an enchantnt formation. At the center was a simple-looking helt. Rún was experinting again.

“Of course. They are on the table over there,” the golem said, focused on his task. He pointed at the nearby table, where the crystalline plates were placed. The rose-colored crystal had taken on a violet hue after being enchanted and was glowing with a dim purple now.

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“Great. Did everything work out as expected?” Seth asked, picking up the plates.

“Although it was not a completely assembled item, there were only minor complications with the enchantnt,” the golem explained, not looking up from his work.

“Thanks, then I will leave you to your own business,” the blacksmith said, understanding, and left the craftsman to his work.

While Seth and the rest of Minas Mar had been partying, Rún had already finished the enchantnt of the armor plates. All that was left now was assembling the gauntlets and imbuing a soul to finish the new pair of legendary items.

The plates were quickly fused to the pair of new gloves, and Seth could start working on the soul armant. As for the soul, it was another one of those Tano'Mol had managed to collect during his outing in the Unclaid Mountains.

The soul of a Hill Giant, killed when he was just making himself a new ho.

Active Skill: , Trait: Brute Strength>

It was no overly impressive soul, but it had a skill and a trait that could prove beneficial to Paolo. It was the most fitting soul currently available. Haymaker was exactly what the na said, a crude, unard swing that would raise physical damage by 75%.

In exchange, it would cause a 1-second slow, which left the user open for a counterattack. It was not the best skill, but usable when one knew how. The trait was the main reason Seth ended up deciding on this soul.

“Brute Strength” raised one's strength by 25% and their physical damage by 10% when using no weapons are make-shift weapons. Since gauntlets didn't count as weapons, but armor, it ant Paolo would gain this benefit permanently when fighting barehanded.

Lastly, once the soul armant was forged, it was ti for the enchantnt. For this, he had chosen one of the few unique Olympian enchantnts he had left. It was called “Eurynomos' Strike” and ca in the shape of a Sigil that looked like a dark skeleton placed on an eviscerated vulture.

From what Seth could find, Eurynomos was a daemon, or a spirit of the underworld. It was described as a terrifying corpse eater, probably in charge of decay, stripping the at off of the corpses, and technically keeping the place clean.

Since Paolo specialized in support and holy magic, while dabbling in pure physical lee combat, Seth thought it was a good idea to add another, aner elent into his attacks, in case Paolo ever t an opponent with a high resistance to holy magic and physical damage.

In Seth's opinion, Eurynomos' Strike most likely held the power of decay, similar to so of his ballads, but without the demonic inclinations. He never used it since he could either do it with a ballad or had better options.

The blacksmith had also deliberated on using “noitios' Destiny “ which would have most likely imbued the gauntlets with lightning elental damage, as noitios was a titan struck down by Zeus' thunderbolt.

However, Seth decided against that, because a thunder strike didn't quite seem to fit Paolo's image. A priest who could cause sothing like decay with his strike, on the other hand, held an interesting duality. As seen in so of his previous works, Seth quite liked pairing these opposites of healer and disease carrier.

It had been a while since he inscribed one of these sigils, so it should have been refreshing to watch the engraving cover the two soul gauntlets on its own, once the sigil was finished. But it was more unsettling than satisfying.

Instead of a specific, stylized pattern spreading from the sigil, it was like hundreds of flies, erging from the tight sigil and covering the soul armants, a tight pattern of flies and maggots. It was not nice to look at, so he hurried to continue.

Although he was having so small doubts, it was not enough to stop him at this point. Actually, his curiosity was the deciding factor. He wanted to see how it would co out at this point.

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...always when he didn't expect it.