Once Eisen returned to the stall, he quickly and quietly explained the situation to everyone before trying to hide himself a little bit better, so that no players would be able to spot him and figure out that it was Eisen that gave out the quest in the end. That would work against spreading the rumor that the Eisen in Ornier was the real one after all.
But when everyone knew about everything, Eisen just figured he should keep going with creating the shotgun-shaped staff, and for now just swiftly carved the stock out of magic wood, which was the perfect part to place a few general internal mana-batteries other than the ones that could be placed into the actual item by hand, so that all the enchantments placed on the staff could actually keep running for as long as necessary.
And once that part was carved, Eisen just carved the forestock, both the stock and forestock were used to hold a shotgun steadily, with the forestock being the spot you would place your hand onto. And then, all that Eisen needed to do was enchant everything and then put the whole item together.
The first part that Eisen enchanted was the barrel, which he turned into a magical accelerator so that magical projectiles could actually be shot out from this if wanted. Other than that, Eisen also just created the general magical-support enchantments that he would place on any staff, the type to help with the flow of your mana, and then started working on the 'trigger' enchantments so that you could actually set a spell off using the trigger if needed.
It wasn't actually as hard as Eisen thought it would be at first, quite straightforward, actually. That meant that quite soon, Eisen was actually at a point where he could just put everything together, something that in itself didn't take all that long. Then Eisen just had to fit all the enchantments properly together and finish the whole piece off by filling the enchantments in with the extra noble-metal alloy he made for that.
And so, quite soon, a relatively dark-colored shotgun was created, one that actually didn't look all that bad. Eisen was never a gun-freak, but even he would hang this kind of piece above his chimney. Once he was done with this, the old man just placed it to the side to work on some other things for now, although there really wasn't anything that interested him enough to make it here where he couldn't really work that freely.
So he would just have these requests registered with the Crafter's Guild and then send them here through other Crafter's Guild outposts. There was a pretty hefty fee for that, but in the end, Eisen didn't really have to worry about the money anyway.
So for now, Eisen chose to simply start re-stocking everything that was slowly running out on the stall, like the items that neither Parc nor Rouge were confident enough to make just yet. But that wasn't an issue, since Eisen himself could make those relatively quickly.
And around evening of that day, Sigurd and Fafnir reached the stall again, although the dragon obviously pulled quite a lot of attention to itself, especially amongst those that visited the dungeon before. But for now, they just open the smallest gate right here and handed all the items they could to Sigurd through the door so that there was no delay in her transportation and they could get rid of everything properly.
That meant that just a little while later, the stall that had been standing here for the past two days disappeared even quicker than it actually appeared. But instead of staying at the Inn tonight, there was a slight change of plans for what they would be doing next.
They would just head straight for Ornier, just to be safe. Anything could happen on their way, so the group just wanted to be properly prepared.
And just when Eisen was about to bring the Shotgun-Staff to the Guild to have it take care of that, a certain elderly man appeared right in front of the craftsman.
"I have returned." Dentex pointed out, and Eisen slowly turned around toward him with a deep frown as he nodded his head, "Yes, you have. Perfect timing, actually. Here's your item." Eisen said with a slight sigh and pushed the shotgun-shaped staff into Dentex's hands, before the player slowly looked down at it.
"Ahh, magnificent. This is a nice piece. The dead are overjoyed with this. You have done us a great service." Dentex said, and immediately tried to turn around and leave, but before he could do so, Eisen placed his hand onto his shoulder and stopped him from leaving.
"First, I think you owe me a little something." The old man pointed out, and Dentex just turned around and stared at him with a light, confused frown before seemingly realizing his mistake.
"Oh, of course, of course!" He exclaimed, and then stood in front of Eisen before slightly bowing forward, "Thank you." Dentex said, and then once more proceeded to try and leave, once more being stopped by Eisen.
"I was talking about the money you owe me for that. It's 70 Silver." Eisen pointed out, "And don't even pretend you don't have that much money, you're above level 100, you do." The old man said, and with what seemed like a quiet curse directed toward Eisen, Dentex pushed his hand into the pouch by his side and pulled out a gold coin, slowly handing it to Eisen with a bit of regret, seemingly.
And so, Eisen swiftly extended his hand toward Fafnir and was then given the coin-exchanger that Eisen made for the stall, and swiftly pushed the gold coin into it before having it push out thirty silver coins which he then handed to Dentex.
"There you go. Thanks for doing business with me." Eisen said with a light smile, before Dentex just let the coins drop into his pouch and turned around while grumbling, "Thank you, you too."
And so, keeping the role of a creepy old man all the way, Dentex started walking through the town and soon tried the staff out a bit.
Once he was gone, Eisen simply turned back toward the others and suggested they all just go now, and swiftly stopped by at the Inn since he still had a little business there. Like he thought, Brak did actually make his way there as well, and was actually waiting for Eisen.
So, Eisen quickly sat down at the same table as Brak, quickly explaining that something came up and they had to leave earlier than they expected.
With a slight nod, Brak sighed out deeply, "I see. If that is so, then there's nothing I can do about that. But as far as I remember, you do owe me a drink, don't you?" The Bear Beastperson pointed out, and with a light smile, Eisen quickly raised his hand to get one of the waiters over to their table, "What is your most expensive bottle?" The old man asked, and the young waitress slowly turned around and looked at the barkeeper confusedly before looking back at Eisen.
"It's a pretty special bottle, actually. It's 'Dragon Liquor', made only with ingredients specially created by dragons. It was said that the Dragon King once bathed in the one batch that exists of it. But it's pretty expensive, so..."
"How did you get Liquor like that?" Eisen asked immediately with a deep frown, and the waitress just lightly smiled back at him, "Ah, this town often gets quite special gifts, since it was founded by the third person that peaked, the master over life and death!" The waitress explained, and Eisen raised his brow slightly in response.
"Oh, so it's like that, huh?" The old man laughed slightly, shaking his head as he was starting to feel a bit dumb. It didn't occur to him before, but if Eisen and the others actually played a bigger role in them losing their experience than anyone wanted to let on, then it would be obvious they would try their best to give themselves the perfect starting points.
And the most perfect of all starting points would be at a place that you yourself constructed with your sweat and blood, wasn't it? Thinking about it like that, Eisen was sure that the towns where the others, Brody, Xenia and Evalia, woke up near also were towns founded directly by them.
"That could mean there's something even more special about all those places... Is it the dragons? Their specializations?" Eisen muttered, before he slowly turned toward Brak, "Or their people..?" He thought to himself, although Brak was just completely confused.
Seeing this, Eisen just looked back at the waitress, "I'll take the bottle of Dragon Liquor, please." The old man said with a smile, and with a deep sigh, the waitress just shook her head, "Sir, it costs two platinum coins. I'm afraid that is not something you should be able to afford." She pointed out. It may seem a little rude to say to others at first, but considering the way that Eisen was dressed, and the fact that he wasn't even wearing shoes, the old man couldn't really blame her.
So, the old man slowly pushed his hand into his apron and then pulled out two small coins. Of course, that part in this apron was a special spatial item that Eisen created as a wallet and nothing else, so it was rather safe for him to keep even large amounts of money in.
"There you go." Eisen said with a light smirk, and the waitress just looked at him and at the coins confusedly, before picking one of them up and appraising it.
Similarly to how the prince's seal worked, coins had a special property about them that could let anyone appraise them to instantly find out if they were real or not. And the moment that the waitress did so, she tightened her grip on that coin and nearly dropped to the ground because her legs grew weak.
"A-Are those actually... Actually Platinum coins?" The waitress asked confusedly as she turned around toward the Barkeeper, trying to call him over as quickly as possible, while Brak just couldn't really believe what was going on exactly.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" The Barkeeper asked after finally making his way over to the table, and the waitress immediately showed him the two platinum coins, and then slowly looked at Eisen again.
"Th-That bottle of 'Dragon Wine' is really not worth that much money, you know? I mean, it has insane effects, but why would you waste your money on booze like that..?" The barkeeper asked, and with a light smile, Eisen just rested his cheek on his palm, and a sentence from the original Eisen slipped out.
"Cause I'm the one that made it."