Thus, during the repair process, I perford the miraculous ’magic engineering’. Alright, I admit that the battle bow reconstructed with tal lacks the artistic touch of wooden products, but at this point, there’s no need to stubbornly adhere to tradition.
When I saw those elves happily taking it away, I suddenly realized that they weren’t truly trying to recover the sacred relic; they just wanted to freeload so power from .
Ah, that’s why I dislike these overly calculating pointy-eared folks.
However, being as wise as I am, I also did so tinkering. Since I had to repair the sacred relic, I might as well make it flashy, and leave a little gift for the unfortunate child destined to bear a heavy mission due to my choice, to prevent him from going insane under too much pressure.
- Love from [Data Deleted]
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Hint!
Reveno·Mo Fei·Le Senbula is the Alpha administrator, eting the conditions of a "fated person." The Omniversal Device learning program has started. Extract the "Creator’s Bright Moon Bow" weapon blueprint? Yes/No?
"I just knew it, alright, it’s not a loss for either."
Murphy blinked and confird the extraction.
Seconds later, a design for the Bright Moon Bow was recorded by the Omniversal Device. Just like the Dark Night Luck already included, with the right crafting tools and a skilled enough craftsman, it can be mass-produced for his little players.
"Give a few hours."
The handso vampire scrutinized the battle bow seriously, then looked up and said to the Ranger General:
"I think I’ve figured out its problem. I need to go to the depths of the ruins to perform the Creator’s Secret Technique to repair it. This process cannot be interrupted. Moreover, the maintenance fee for your weapons cannot be spared either.
This is not for , but a tribute to the creator.
Although you have your own gods to worship, I think Avalon will not refuse such a courtesy."
"We certainly wouldn’t refuse to pay for your assistance."
The Ranger General smiled and said:
"Then, will a long-term interest-free loan for the Transylvanian region suffice?"
"Discuss that with my Crimson Regent."
Murphy put on a proud expression of "don’t insult with money," he said:
"The remaining Avalon Relics in your possession should be sent to the Maginot Line within a week. My warriors need them to resist the invasion of the Wolf People.
Then our accounts will be settled, and the remaining matters can wait until after the fall of The Master of Hunting.
Additionally, I have a small curiosity I hope to satisfy. How many ’Divine Offsprings’ are there within the Castia Kingdom?"
"Not as many as you think."
The Ranger General replied with a subtle tone:
"But it’s certainly enough to wage a destructive war, even against the Sanghai People. Although we might not achieve victory, we’re sure to drag them to Hell with us."
"Alright, I have an additional condition."
Murphy raised a finger and said:
"I want your blood, not much, just half a bottle is enough. Don’t ask what it’s for; a clever partner always knows when to seize the opportunity."
"You also want to delve into the mysteries of the Divine Spirit’s power?"
The Ranger General shook her head and said:
"Pardon my frankness, but your attempts might take a long ti before yielding results. However, since you requested it, I’ll be bold as well.
As you can see, I’m not planning to let my Rangers flee in disgrace after encountering failure. My soldiers can still fight; they just need weapons! I noticed the new Creator’s style equipnt on your guards; it seems you’ve struck it rich in these ruins.
Since we’re allies now, could I purchase so Creator’s Equipnt from you to arm my Rangers?
This way, when we reach the Maginot Line, we can imdiately join the fight rather than needing longer rest.
We’ll pay a price that will satisfy you."
"I can spare a thousand sets of armor and so Creator’s exoskeletons for you."
Murphy calculated silently in his mind and then said in a deep voice:
"But the interest-free loan you promised needs to be tripled, and give my warriors the right to travel and adventure in the Castia Kingdom as a Ranger General. Your border defense is too strict, and many of my warriors want to see the Elf Kingdom."
"This deal doesn’t seem very profitable, Your Excellency Governor. I know the Creator’s Legacy holds all sorts of magical powers, but a thousand sets of basic armor alone can’t transform an army. Perhaps, if the quantity was higher, it could be discussed."
The General frowned and said:
"Our King Quirion is no fool."
"Alright, I’ll add one more exchange condition..."
Murphy stroked the chanical battle bow in his hands, and after a few seconds, he said:
"’Adel’, does this na sound familiar?"
"Hmm!"
The Ranger General’s expression changed, and she said seriously:
"It is a word almost engraved in every elf’s soul. We don’t know what it represents, but even the fallen Shadow Elves hear its na in their dreams every decadent midnight.
You...
You know what it stands for?"
"I know, I know it was once your holand, forgotten due to the great amnesia after the Golden Era’s end. Unfortunately, this secret cannot be revealed to you."
Murphy smiled and said:
"This is a past only qualified to be known by the representative of civilization. Let the noble King Quirion bring your Civilization Slate and travel to Transylvania after the Black Disaster, where I’ll unravel all these answers for him.
Trust , it will be absolutely worth it.
So, deal?"
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