A little while later, the Magic Circle was finally cool enough for Eisen to go over it again, so he quickly chose to just clean and polish it a little. It was supposed to be a Magic Item, but right now it was still a bit dirty from the forge's soot.
Soon enough, the Magic Circle turned back into the pure white color that it had before, considering that it was made out of crystalized mana, and Eisen nodded his head in satisfaction as he looked at it and saw it as finished.
[Solid Magic Circle]
[Quality – Perfect][Rank – 0]
[Description] A Magic Circle that was turned into an item by the Omni Craftsmaster Eisen. It was made using raw crystalized mana and has a steel-like texture and weight.
[Effect] <Mana Compression>
[Usability] 100%
With a smile on his face, Eisen held the magic circle over toward Morrom and Denmir, who looked at it with intense curiosity, before the old man made a suggestion, "Morrom, do you think you can use that to make me as large an amount of Crystalized Mana as possible?" He inquired, and the Elf-Dwarf halfling immediately nodded his head.
"Of course! I want to see what else you can make with this!" Morrom exclaimed, and just at that moment, a certain few people made their way into the Forge as well, "Hmm, so this is the place Grandfather learned his Blacksmithing Skill?" Kiron muttered quietly as he pulled the hood over his head down, and both Morrom and Denmir looked at the five figures in the front in shock.
"H-Half Dragons?!" Morrom exclaimed with a bit of excitement in his voice, and Eisen smirked a bit as he wiped his hands clean for a moment, and then walked up to Kiron with a smile, placing his hand on his shoulder.
"This boy here is my Grandson, Kiron, who I've told you about. And these four are his Squires." Eisen explained, and they quickly all introduced themselves to the two men, before Morgus walked around the smithy and looked at the weapons that were hanging around here.
"Hmm, ya don't have anything that's more like Kiron's sword here? Like a big ass club or somethin'?" Morgus asked, and Denmir raised his brows curiously, "Kiron's sword? Hmm, could I take a look at that, if ye're fine with it? I assume Eisen made it, am I right?" Denmir asked, and Kiron nodded his head as he pushed his cloak to the side, revealing the hilt that stuck out of the thin, rather small sheath. But that was really just supposed to be a bit of a trick to surprise opponents that saw it.
The part of the hilt that stuck out was just a third of the actual hilt, and the inside of sheath was covered in a layer of specially enchanted Spatial Gem to completely envelop the Giant Greatsword that Kiron just pulled out and held in front of the Dwarven Blacksmith, who truly couldn't believe his eyes.
"Wh-What is this monstrosity..?" Denmir muttered as he ran his fingers over the sword before looking at Kiron, "I would love to see ya swing this blade sometime, young lad…" The Dwarf pointed out, all the whilst Eisen took the first chunk of Mana Crystal that Morrom started preparing for him and placed it into the sword.
"Kiron's 150 years old, bud." Eisen pointed out, and Denmir snapped his neck around and looked at the old man confusedly, "What do you say..?"
"Oh, and he's also technically Rank 10, but the incomplete Experience-Steal system was used on him so he lost all his stats. He's not as strong, but he's still Rank 10." The old man added, and Denmir stared forward at Kiron with a wry smile, "A-Ah, is that so..?" The Dwarf muttered quietly as he let go of the blade and just looked at Kiron respectfully, because he was scared shitless, basically.
With a sigh, Eisen chose to just change the topic a bit, "Morgus, I'll get to your weapon later, I'll just bring this new skill of mine to Rank 1 and then I'll get started. In the meantime, Parc, Rouge, come over here for a second." The old man said, and the two of them excitedly made their way over to him to hear what they should do.
"Sigurd and Fafnir should be coming after clearing the Dungeon out, so once they do, grab the Potion Mass-production system and show it to Morrom a bit. The Ingredients should all be in the Dungeon as well, so try to get started on a barrel of each Medium-Grade Health and Mana Potions, as well as a some Strength-, Agility-, and Defense-Enhancement potions, each worth a small barrel. It doesn't need to get done today, but sometime within the next couple of days would be perfect. And put priority on the enhancement potions if you can." Eisen explained, and the two of them quickly nodded their heads in response as they wrote down what needed to be done on a small piece of paper.
"Then, try and make a few bundles of arrows for Rudia. Work together with her if possible, the Arrows are supposed to fit her Archery-Style. If you need my help, just come here, I should be spending most of my time today in here." He explained next, and then scratched his chin a bit, "And if you're not too busy, go to the Market with Sky, Bree, and Kirisho and take care of the comissions, and maybe fill up some of the stock." The old man suggested, so the two boys immediately nodded their heads.
"Will do!" Rouge exclaimed, and Parc quickly asked, "Should we start with the arrows first until Sigurd and Fafnir are here?"
With a slight smile, Eisen just nodded his head, "Go ahead and do that, yeah." Once they heard their Teacher's reply, the two of them immediately ran toward Rudia and started asking her a few questions, before Morrom and Denmir slightly laughed, "They're an enthusiastic bunch, aren't they?" The Dwarf asked, and the Half-Elf soon just sighed.
"I wish Koro was like that. He's just super gloomy most of the time." Morrom sighed, and Eisen lightly shrugged as he started to shape the Metallic Mana again to make another Magic Circle out of it, since it increased his proficiency a fair amount, "Well, of course he's gloomy." Eisen pointed out, "He blew up my hand, you know? Then I threw him out." He pointed out, and Morrom just lightly laughed.
"Blew up your hand? Isn't it fine?" He asked, thinking that Eisen was exaggerating, but Eisen turned toward him and shook his head, "I'm not joking, he literally blew my hand up. He didn't have the enchantment erase-ability yet, and he tried to edit an already finished enchantment."
"Wait, he did that?" Morrom asked, quite shocked, and Eisen nodded his head in response, "Yes, he did. The feedback caused an explosion, but I contained it with my hand and element. In the process, my hand was literally obliterated and I couldn't work for the rest of the day."
"I mean, isn't it fine then? If you could work for the rest of the day, it couldn't have been that bad… Why did you throw him out? Everyone makes mistakes sometimes." Morrom pointed out, and Eisen looked at him with a frown.
"Morrom, I'm immortal. My limbs regrow while I'm sleeping. He literally blew my hand up. It was ripped into literal pieces and left me with nothing but a stump. Actually. As if you cut my hand off. And that despite the pressure and heat resistance from my Dwarven Racial, my fully increased size through my Giant Racial, and my element perfectly attuned toward rock, as hard as it could be." Eisen explained in detail, and Morrom just smiled wrily and nodded his head while scratching his cheek, "Alright, fair enough… I get why you threw him out then… That could have killed some people, huh?"
"My point exactly." Eisne sighed, and then turned back toward his work while Morrom and Denmir started to speak to each other about the possibilities of the Magic Craftsmanship skill. And so, for the next few hours, Eisen worked as quickly as he could toward making a few Solid Magic Circles, and was then left with the skill at Level 98, so he just needed to make one more item and he would get it to Rank up.
Even then, he already made a dozen Magic Circles, so he didn't necessarily feel like adding another one for now.
Instead, all the talk between Morrom and Denmir gave Eisen a rather interesting idea that he just had to try out, and to Eisen's luck, at that point, Sigurd finally entered the Smithy that had become louder after more people actually started to come in to work.
"Eisen! There you are!" Sigurd exclaimed with a smug expression, and the old man nodded his head with a grin as he looked at the Core Guardian. "The Dungeon seemed to have been a hit. Fafnir can evolve again, right?" The old man asked, and Sigurd immediately nodded its head.
"Hehe, you got that right! Also, I got to use your Golems a couple of times, they were so fun to use!" Sigurd explained, so Eisen just slightly laughed in response.
"Sounds good. Just tell me about that later when we have the time to relax a little. For now, could you give me my potion-brew setup? The regular one, not the mass-production one." Eisen asked, and without hesitation, the Core Guardian nodded its head and disappeared in a cloud of blue mist, before re-appearing just a few moments later with parts of the setup, which Eisen quickly grabbed and placed down on a table.
"Hmm, what are you trying to do now?" Morrom asked rather curiously as he looked at the setup, and the old man just slightly smirked as he took the different parts out of Sigurd's hands and properly connected them, before the old man just smirked and held a chunk of crystalized mana over a bowl.
"Water." He said, and immediately, the white mana fell apart into a liquid, and Morrom finally understood what he wanted to do, "You're making a potion out of pure mana?"
