"…Do you two really have to leave?"
Standing outside the guild's Teleportation Hall, Julian looked at both Valyr and Ataraxia with a forlorn expression, making it seem as if the current situation was that between of a father and his children separating.
"I have to head to the empire sooner or later, no?" asked Valyr in response, a slightly dumbfounded look adorning his face. "In case you've forgotten, I've already gone past the deadline to head to the empire by over two months."
"I know," said the man, letting out a sigh. "But…"
"But… what?" Valyr glanced back at him, reading between the lines of Julian's forlorn expression.
Eventually, an idea of why the man was trying to make him change his mind had begun to form in his mind. "Don't tell … you don't want to leave so I can finish more of the guild's quotas?"
Hearing that, Julian imdiately declined the thought without hesitation. "What?! No! How could I do such a thing?!"
Yet, with the man vehently rejecting the notion, as if he hadn't thought of the idea even once, Valyr knew that he had directly hit the mark.
Then again, with how many quotas he had completed the past months he was working on both his and Ataraxia's armor, the young man found Julian's reaction to his departure understandable.
Although he didn't take another quota after forging the first piece of what would eventually beco Ataraxia's Half Wyvern Armor, the young man used the knowledge he gained during the forging process to refine the set of instructions he gave to his copies.
Then, with every subsequent armor piece further refining those set of instructions, Valyr eventually began to accept quotas while continuing to work on Ataraxia's equipnt.
Specifically, he began to accept quotas from the guild again a month after arriving at the Blacksmith Guild.
Though he had Ataraxia take care of the materials for the quota at first, even going so far as to transfer it to the furnace for Valyr to process, the latter eventually figured out what kind of instructions he needed to implent if he wanted the copies to control the furnace.
Of course, the instructions he gave to the copy weren't perfect at first, needing him a few adjustnts here and there to accommodate the various materials that would be put into the furnace.
However, once everything began to click and the copy began to work the furnace as well as he did, the young man finally put his copies to work, conjuring an additional copy to deliver the materials Ataraxia requested in response to the quota.
With him also adjusting one of the copy's instructions to involve taking out materials from the furnace after reaching their optimal temperatures, Valyr had almost 20 copies constantly forging on the side, fully fleshing out the production line thought he had the first ti he figured out what his copies were capable of.
By the ti the production line of sorts was in full swing, both Valyr and Ataraxia had been in the Blacksmith Guild for almost two months now.
Yet, with each batch of equipnt only taking around an hour and a half to complete, the remaining two months before their departure for the empire yielded incredible results, with the production line completing about four quotas… every single day.
Thinking about how Julian entered the workshop back then to inform him that he could head to the empire whenever he wanted rather than at the deadline he'd been given, Valyr could not help but inwardly admonish himself.
Inwardly letting out a sigh at his thoughts, the young man looked at Julian before asking, "With how many quotas I've finished over the past couple of months… wouldn't the guild be able to handle the oncoming quotas from now on?"
"Well… yes." Although he got the feeling that Valyr wasn't planning on changing his mind of leaving for the empire, Julian was still going to try nevertheless. "But…"
"Then there's no need for to stay here any longer," said the young man in response, his expression calm as he and Ataraxia stepped on the central teleportation construct. "I've extended my stay within the guild for so long anyway."
Hearing those words, Julian finally accepted the fact that any of his attempts at persuading the young man to stay at the guild would end up becoming futile.
Thus, after a brief silence, the man glanced at the two for a bit before asking, "Say hi to Byron for , will you?"
Seeing that the man before them wasn't hung up on them leaving any longer, Valyr returned the favor with a slight smile and a nod.
"I will."
…
Whoosh!
Appearing within the Teleportation Hall of ltierre Empire's Blacksmith Guild after so ti, Valyr and Ataraxia went ahead and looked around their surroundings first before taking note of the staff mber at the edge of the doorway.
"Sir Ylvar and Sir Ataraxia, right?" asked the staff after seeing that the two were done looking around.
The two nodded in response.
Nodding in return, the staff then told them, "I've been inford by Guild Leader Pyrrhia beforehand that the two of you would be arriving here."
"I've also been inford by Director Byron to lead you to his personal workshop the mont you two arrive."
"Understood." Though the two of them had other plans in mind aside from the task Valyr had been given, Valyr and Ataraxia looked at each other for a bit before deciding to follow the staff mber for now.
Feeling a sense of relief wash over her body the mont the two accepted her words, the staff mber went ahead and guided the two through the winding corridors of ltierre Empire's Blacksmith Guild, passing by many of the guild's blacksmiths along the way.
Eventually, the three of them found themselves at a secluded portion of the guild, with the faint sound of hamring the only sign that they were a fair distance away from a workshop.
"This is far as I can go," said the staff mber, faintly bowing as she pointed to the path before them. "Up ahead is Director Byron's personal workshop."
Thanking the woman for guiding them this far, the two soon watched the staff mber gradually disappear from their field of vision.
Then, after taking a brief look at their current surroundings, the two began to walk along the path pointed out to them, eventually finding themselves standing in front of a massive workshop about 10 minutes later.
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