As Kent observed the works of the old man, he saw a mark of sword branding with the Ronin family name. Every piece the old man crafted is of the highest quality, and he has a special knack for color combinations.
Lucy, who is proficient in pet decorations, suggested Kent go with the old man to decorate his Fire Kirin. Even though Sophie didn’t like the old man, she stood silently without making a scene.
With a satisfied nod, Kent approached the old man, who was still working on leather, without worrying about losing customers. see mvl,em,pyr for more
“Elder, please analyze my pet and give a price quote. It is a new one, and I didn’t have any decorations for it till now.” Kent said while placing his hand on Kirin Mane.
The old man’s hands finally paused as he lifted his head and stared at the fire, Kirin. His gaze lingered over the Fire Kirin body for a long time, and the old men felt surprised when he failed to find the mark of blood contract on the Kirin body.
“What a marvelous beast! Are you the owner of this fascinating creature?” The old man questioned Kent without moving his gaze from the Fire Kirin.
“Yes, Elder. Please tell me how much you will charge for decorating my Kirin.” Kent said while staring at the surprised face of the old man. “I need the best gear for my pet. Price is not a problem for me.” Kent added, worried that the old man might hesitate in quality.
Instead of answering Kent, the old man began taking a closer look at the Fire Kirin eyes.
“Young man, I will add defensive equipment and decorative ornaments to your pet free of charge. But I have one condition.” The old man said in a grim tone as he turned towards Kent and stared into Kent’s eyes.
The two ladies felt stunned after hearing the old man’s words. According to the old man’s pricing, the decoration will cost at least 10,000 gold coins, which is multiple times the original cost of Kirin.
“Old man, are you trying to swindle customers? Do you forget where you are standing?” Sophia uttered with a serious look, feeling that the old man was plotting something.
But the old man ignored Sophia as usual and stared at Kent for his opinion.
“Elder, first tell me your condition.” Kent asked, trying to guess the motive of the old man.
“I want to inscribe my family name on the head gear of your Fire Kirin. As the last member of the Ronin family, I want to leave my mark on pet crafts before leaving this old body. Your Fire Kirin has great potential to become an evolved beast. That is why I propose this offer to you. I don’t have any other bad intention like this beauty said.” The old man replied with a blunt face.
At first, Kent tried to deny the old man’s request, as he didn’t like the idea of placing someone’s family name on his pet. But Lucy urged him to accept the old man’s offer.
“Kent, if you agree to his request, he will put better effort into decorating your pet. Stop thinking like a proud young master. You should think of the old man’s legacy.” Lucy said in a pampering tone.
With a sigh. Kent accepted the old man’s offer. A smile formed on the stoic face of the old man, who began taking the measurements of the Fire Kirin with an excited face.
Bridle and reins set, Saddle pads, Stirrups, Breastplates, Browbands, Tail ribbons, Mane braids or bands, Decorative hoof picks, Saddle covers,Customized or designer decorations…
The old man made a list of things with the ink brush and began checking out the raw materials.
With an excited smile, the old man from the Ronin family approached Kent’s Fire Kirin with purposeful steps. His weathered hands trembled slightly with anticipation as he reached for his tools, a gleam of determination in his aged eyes.
With meticulous care, the old man began his work, his fingers dancing across the blacky, shiny leather with honeycomb texture as he fashioned body armor for the Fire Kirin.
Each stitch was infused with magic, weaving protective wards into the fabric that shimmered with an otherworldly light. The enchantments were potent, capable of repelling even the most formidable of attacks during combat and also in a fleeting moment.
As the old man worked, Kent stood by his side, offering assistance. With each piece of armor carefully placed, the Fire Kirin’s breath seemed to align with its energy circulation, its fiery mane dancing in the breeze as the old mane began making braids.
But the old man’s craftsmanship did not stop there. With a flourish, he produced a set of gleaming anklets adorned with intricate runes, each one pulsating with arcane energy. While Kent was controlling the Fire Kirin, the old man kneeled before the Fire Kirin and held its front leg hooves.
As he fastened those hoof guards around the Fire Kirin’s legs, a sense of power coursed through its veins, filling the air with a palpable sense of anticipation.
“Elder, you said you were the last of the Ronin family. What happened with others?” Kent asked the old man who is working Fire Kirin hooves.
“It’s a long story. My family art is not so easy to learn. So, most of the members chose other professions. I’m the last one left with my family’s crafting spells.
But I don’t have any worries. The Ronin family of this blue planet is just a branch. My ancestor family clan is situated in another realm.” The old man replied without moving his focus from the metal hooves. After finishing all four legs, the old man infused the metal anklets with inscription spells.
Next came the amulets, each one a masterpiece of craftsmanship and enchantment. One by one, they were placed around the Fire Kirin’s neck, their magical energies intertwining with its own, enhancing its natural abilities and fortifying its spirit.
But perhaps the most striking ornament of all was the head crown, a majestic circlet of gold and ebony adorned with precious gemstones that sparkled like stars in the night sky. As the old man placed it upon the Fire Kirin’s brow, a collective gasp rose from the crowd who gathered to see the ongoing spectacle, their eyes wide with wonder at the sight of such splendor.
[Please take a look at the character image at the fandom option at the end of the chapter, where you will find an image of decorated Fire Kirin behind the MC.]
The time passed slowly. As the moments stretched to hours, the old man worked nonstop while gasping for air. The old man’s magical weapon is a hand hammer.
While Kent was controlling the Fire Kirin, which was feeling a bit of fear due to the old man’s hard beating of metals on its body, Lucy and Sophia were recording this scene with great curiosity.
After finishing the set-up of head gear along with the golden crown, the old man took a sharp needle-like object from his bamboo bag. While infusing the needle with his aura, he began engraving the ‘Ronin’ family name on the head piece, in between the brows of the Fire Kirin.
“Young man, don’t ever try to remove my family name from this ornament. Also, if you ever meet my ancestor clan members, they will definitely help you upgrade these ornaments for free. So, for this old man sake, treat this name as a legacy.” The old man spoke emotionally, and his teardrop fell on the engraving and evoked a szzzz sound.
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Your’s lovingly…
PeterPan…
