Extras are too strong 497
“I’ll probably have 90% of whatever ingredients you ask for. If there’s an ingredient I don’t have, I’ll get it for you.”
[Do you know what materials I will be requesting?]
“Try it out.”
Sanullimdol spoke of several precious materials with a half-hearted expression.
These were materials that could no longer be obtained in this world, including silver.
“We have plenty of stock.”
[Excuse me?]
“okay.”
Mord thought to himself.
‘It can be solved with just Atus’s Treasure House.’
There was no need to use the loot obtained by clearing dungeons and ruins up to now.
I felt grateful to the Duel Lord Artus once again.
[… Then we can start production right away.]
At those words, Mord looked around.
Most of this vast underground space was filled with machinery and facilities for making things.
It was too grand a facility to be for a single craftsman, as it even had a blast furnace for boiling molten iron.
But if it’s a workshop for the dwarves, the craftsmen of myth, it should be at this level.
“We will not provide the materials. In return for this task, we will accept the offer of you creating a ‘sword that will never break and can contain the fragments of the world.’”
[Okay, thank you.]
“It’s a deal that’s mutually beneficial. We’re in a position where we’ll have to give up the Golden Bough anyway.”
[I really like that. I like you guys.]
The eyes of the mountain echoes, the ovals of light, folded halfway to form a smile. It was truly far from the expression of a living being, but it was like an emoticon that clearly expressed emotions.
“Why do you want such a sword?”
Lorodish asked.
It was not a questioning attitude, but a question asked out of pure curiosity.
“A sword that simply cannot be broken… let’s call it the Indomitable Sword. But that would be extremely inefficient as a weapon, wouldn’t it? Rather than embodying the concept of indomitable, you could make a sword that performs much better as a weapon with the same amount of effort.”
[That’s true.]
“We have an abundance of weapons that are simply superior.”
“huh?”
“The indomitable sword is for the destiny to come.”
I don’t know if the day will come when I will meet the next Heavenly Sword and give it to him.
But it couldn’t hurt to be prepared.
“It’s a difficult problem to explain. Anyway, we need it, and you can make it. Isn’t that enough?”
[I see. Oh, but… … .]
Suddenly, Sanullimdol cast his gaze on Mord’s waist.
“Why is that?”
[I mean that belt.]
“hmm?”
[Is that… the belt worn by the late Toshin Bernas?]
“right.”
Mord was surprised.
The belt of the warrior was a black leather belt that looked unremarkable on the outside. It was made of dragon hide, but the scales had been removed and processed.
But when you see it at a glance, you can’t help but be surprised.
[As expected, Lord Mord, you are a descendant of the god of war.]
“Didn’t it look like that?”
[I am not sure. Your divinity is different from the descendants of the gods I know, and it is confusing. It is even more so when compared to your colleagues.]
With Leon, a descendant of the pure god, by his side, Mord’s divinity seemed to have an even more bizarre effect.
“I see. But how did you recognize this belt?”
[Because I made it.]
Mord was shocked. It was a fact that had not even been mentioned in the Sedokma.
‘Come to think of it… Leon wasn’t there when Aidan met Sanullimdol in Seodokma.’
In Se-Dok-Ma, it was Leon who had the belt of the sword.
At that time, Leon was acting separately from Aidan, so he did not encounter the Sanullimdol.
“Have you ever met Bernas?”
[… … .]
“Why is that?”
[I did that because I thought it was not appropriate to use the term ‘descendant of the god of war’ to refer to him.]
“I am speaking out because I told you to.”
[yes?]
“Bernassus told me to do this. I did it the first time we met, and when he tried to be polite to me the next time I saw him, I said no.”
[… … .]
Sanullimdol blinked his eyes.
It seemed difficult to tell whether this was a sacrilegious joke that would be punishable by heaven if made by a descendant of a suicide bomber, or whether it was serious.
“I understand how you feel, but what he said is true.”
Leon, who couldn’t stand to watch, smiled bitterly and said something.
[okay.]
Sanullimdol said in embarrassment.
[Yes, I saved my life thanks to him.]
I didn’t know it at the time, but this was a story from a time when only a few years were left until the end of the myth.
The golden elves were hell-bent on wiping out the few remaining dwarves.
There was a Forest Alliance at that time, but it was much smaller and weaker than it is now, and it was not unified.
Often, the elven tribes that protected the dwarves were discovered and annihilated by the golden elves.
The elven tribe that protected the Sanullim Stone also became victims of such an incident.
The small, fragile golden tree that protected them was burning, and the army of golden elves was advancing.
Sanullimdol stepped forward before them. If he was going to die anyway, he wanted to sacrifice himself to evacuate at least one elf… … .
The golden elves did not respect his will.
The settlements were burned, the elves who resisted were killed, and the young elves were captured one by one.
When everyone was in despair… … .
[He appeared.]
The god Bernas has descended.
But he was alone, and the enemy numbered over a thousand.
Although they lost the war for supremacy in mythology, the Golden Elves of that time had a much stronger force than they do now.
There were four first generation direct descendants of the ancient elves who were there.
Each and every one of them possessed demon lord-level power.
But that didn’t matter to Bernas.
[He was truly a man worthy of being called a devotee.]
There were only a few dozen golden elves who survived and escaped.
[With his help, I was able to come here. As a craftsman, I wanted to do something for him, but unfortunately, he didn’t wear a helmet.]
The weapons of the dwarven craftsman that even the gods coveted were of no value to Bernas, who used only his own body as a weapon.
Sanullimdol felt empty at that fact, but he thought of a way to repay Bernas.
[After much thought, I made that belt. I thought he really needed it.]
“The belt?”
[Yes. Do you know what kind of power that belt has?]
“I don’t know, other than the feeling of it being wrapped tightly around the waist is artistic.”
As far as Mord knew, this belt had no special magical properties.
The eyes of the mountain echo stone drew a playful curve.
[The belt protects the crotch area of the trousers.]
“hmm?”
[The Lord of the Fighters was not interested in weapons or even clothing. Even when he saved me, he was almost naked after the fight.]
You can fight while protecting your clothes. But that’s only when you have the time. When you’re in a fierce fight, regular clothes won’t be able to hold up.
So Mord and his party also preferred clothing that was protected by magical powers. They wore the ones they liked among those they had obtained so far, or Parwell and Sedea would enchant them when they had time.
[I thought it was a bit much to do that every time. So, if you wear that belt, it will protect your pants until they become shorts.]
“… … .”
Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever felt embarrassed about my clothes getting torn in the crotch area since I started wearing this belt.
“… It was something more amazing than I knew.”
It was indeed a treasure worth sacrificing.
[I’m glad you like it.]
The eyes of the mountain echo stone formed a playful smile.
“I know very well that you are very skilled. Please take good care of me in the future. And… … .”
Mord looked at Lorodish and Belsair.
“While we’re at it, how about you guys?”
“huh?”
“What does that mean?”
Mord explained his intentions to the two bewildered elves.
“What I mean is, how about you also become part of the spirit clan on this occasion?”
“What?”
“… … .”
Lorodish and Belsair reacted by saying they had heard a very strange sound.
“I’m making this suggestion because I think you all feel it too.”
But Mord was serious.
“Don’t you feel like you’re getting old?”
* * *
A great shaman had an overwhelming advantage over a great wizard.
It was the ability to move.
Those who control the spirits of the wind boasted mobility far superior to that of wizards.
If you can fuse and control the fire elemental, you can move even faster, and if you can control the earth elemental or water elemental, you can move around the terrain that falls under those elements with great ease.
And if you are a being who has mastered spiritization, which is called the pinnacle of spirit magic, you will surpass that level.
Keeltis, the secret weapon of the Golden Bough and known as the ‘Transmitter’, boasted an unrivaled movement speed.
He arrived at the Golden Elf settlement, more than 500 kilometers away, just a day after fighting the Silver Blood.
‘It’s annoying. Having to wait for that slow old man… … .’
Although I would have liked to leave for the next destination immediately, I had no choice but to join up with the Golden Bough elder and Archmage Lasanoth, who had been carrying out the operation with him.
‘Tsk.’
Keeltis, who came out, clicked his tongue inwardly.
Eyes are pouring in.
I can hear them chattering.
“Is that the Keeltis?”
“The true successor of Arossia did such a shameful thing… … .”
“You were born with noble bloodlines, yet you still sow your seeds with female insects. If you’re going to be crazy, you should be pretty crazy… … .”
They were chattering from a distance, but Keeltis, with his superhuman senses, could hear everything.
Keeltis tried hard to hide his irritation and walked towards a deserted place.
But then someone blocked his way.
“Keltis, you said you failed?”
The one who immediately asked in a provocative tone was a young golden elf with sharp eyes.
A young man with a handsome appearance, as befitting a golden elf noble, looks at Keeltis with a grin.
“Lujares, why are you here?”
Ryuzares, a golden elf youth with green eyes, was also one of the successors like Keeltis.
There are currently seven people who have completed the Golden Bough.
Their areas of operation rarely overlapped.
The Golden Branch is far less numerous than the Silver Blood, so each successor has to cover a large area.
“Of course I didn’t come to see you.”
“I see. Then why don’t you get out of my sight? I feel sick just looking at your disgusting face.”
“Ha! You’re still alive after being defeated by silver pests?”
“That sounds good.”
“hmm?”
“Haven’t you only met small fry so far? I envy those who have the good fortune of not having any encounters with strong enemies.”
“You bastard, the shame of a clan that has been stuck to bugs… … .”
“How dare you? Who would dare say ‘how dare’ to an inferior being who is a successor and has not yet made a contract with a mythical spirit?”
“This kid… … !”
Lujares, who had been stabbed in the buttocks, got angry and grabbed Keeltis by the collar.
He was nearly 10 centimeters taller than Keeltis, who was about 160 centimeters tall. So Keeltis ended up being held by the collar.
“Let go.”
However, Keeltis only looked at Ruzares with cold eyes and said a word.
Ruzares growled.
“If you weren’t a victor, you would have been disposed of long ago… … .”
“I guess your ears are blocked.”
Keeltis clicked his tongue.
The bulging flesh was on the verge of exploding.
“Both of you stop!”
An angry voice stopped them.
The new head of this residence came running after seeing the commotion.
“What are the most noble descendants doing? Aren’t you ashamed?”
“… … .”
Keeltis and Lujares glared at each other, then clicked their tongues and separated.
Ruzares laid down his banner.
“Failors, like losers, should hide in a place where they can’t be seen.”
“So… Ryuzares, why are you here?”
“I have come to join up with Rasanoth. To carry out an important operation in place of you, who must return shamefully to report failure.”
“Operation?”
“You don’t need to know. Go back and wait for news while you are on guard.”
Ryuzares snorted and turned away.
Keeltis looked at him with a crooked expression and muttered.
“It’s a bug… … .”
His purple eyes, filled with eerie anger, uttered derogatory terms toward humans.
