“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Gerald,” a beautiful drow said with a smile.
“I’m sorry for inconveniencing you again, Lady Adira,” Gerald replied.
No ordinary flame was strong enough to forge materials taken from Monsters that were Rank 9 and above.
In other words, he needed to use the Flames of Sylvanna, which belonged to the Order of Raziel.
Thirteen had a very good relationship with them, so the Branch Head, Lady Ouriel, agreed to let Gerald use the flame for his blacksmithing purposes.
Adira, who also had a good relationship with the teenage boy, guided Gerald to their headquarters while asking about Zion’s latest exploits.
Gerald, who was more than happy to brag about the accomplishments of his son, told the Drow about Zion’s latest adventure.
At first, the Drow was smiling. But when the story came to the summoning of the Majin King, the smile on her face stiffened.
“Y-You mean to say that you’re here to craft equipment using the Scales and Fangs of a Majin King?!” Adira asked in disbelief.
“Yes?” Gerald blinked in confusion. “Didn’t Zion tell you guys about it?”
“He did not.”
“Uh… then now you know?”
Adira almost cursed out loud with Drow Language. This was the first time anyone was going to use the Flames of Sylvanna to craft something out of the body parts of a Majin King.
This was an unprecedented event, and she instantly thought that news of this must not spread to the other branches no matter what.
If this information were to reach certain people, chaos would definitely ensue within the Order of Raziel.
Mythical-Grade Equipment was already so rare that only the Kings of Solterra wielded them. However, there were Emperors, as well as other powerful individuals, who possessed Legendary Equipments, which had been used to thwart the First Jinn Invasion of their world. These weapons possessed incredible skills and abilities, and many factions would fight in order to possess one.
Although the possibility of Gerald crafting Mythical or Legendary Equipment was low, the possibility still existed, especially since he was using such a very high-grade material.
“Don’t go to the smithy right now. Also, don’t tell anyone about the materials you’re going to use,” Adira stated. “Let me talk to my Master first.”
Gerald, who seemed to understand what the Drow was hinting at, nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry for troubling you, Lady Adira,” Gerald replied. “My lips are sealed.”
Adira nodded before leaving Gerald to talk to her Master.
In order to safeguard such a secret, they would need to ensure that Gerald would work in a place hidden from the eyes of others, preventing the greed of humans and the other races from finding his scent.
Back in Pangea…
Thirteen wiped the sweat on his forehead before looking at his work with satisfaction.
Currently, he was doing some modifications to his Attack Helicopters, enhancing their firepower and overall durability.
While he was working hard on his project, the sound of a little girl’s giggling reached her ears. “Giidyap!” Rhia shouted. “Go! Go! Go!”
Giga shook his head helplessly as he walked with the little girl mounted on his back.
Currently, he was in charge of babysitting Rhia, while Remi trained with the Lizardman, Drazzat, in close combat.
Since the Lizardman chose to follow Thirteen, the teenage boy had brought him to Pangea, which was something that the Lizardman wasn’t expecting to happen.
The One had agreed to make Drazzat one of Thirteen’s Beast Companions, similar to Giga and the rest of Thirteen’s Monster Army.
Drazzat was a General, so he was used to training others, as well as teaching them about strategy.
His fighting style was also very different from the other Monsters, allowing Remi to learn other attack patterns she hadn’t seen before.
“T1, help me reattach the Rotor Blades,” Thirteen ordered.
“Okay,” T1 replied.
After evolving to the next Rank, the Trolls and Ogres were now able to speak.
Although they were still having problems forming long sentences, saying two to five words wasn’t a problem for them.
An hour later, Thirteen and the Trolls finished modifying his First Attack Helicopter.
It took them almost five days to complete the modification because Thirteen had no choice but to disassemble some of the Helicopter’s body parts.
“One down, four to go,” Thirteen muttered.
He needed to complete everything that he needed to work on in the span of three months before the Hero Party, Sherry, and his Squad Captains arrived in the Leventis Residence for their training.
A faint smile appeared on his lips, as he gazed in the distance.
His brother, Mikhail, and sister, Shasha, were currently fighting against the Trolls, who had gained more experience during his last mission in Solterra.
While Zion’s older siblings could now defeat Rank 6 Monsters, they were still unable to defeat Rank 6 Overlords and Sovereigns.
Because of this, Thirteen deemed that training against the Trolls would be a good
opportunity to gain battle experience.
Thirteen had ordered the Trolls to not hold back, and fight Mikhail and Shasha seriously.
He knew that his siblings were no pushovers, and holding back against them would not help them in their training.
Just as Thirteen was planning to work on the second Attack Helicopter, his communicator
rang.
When he saw the name of the caller, he couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow, not expecting that this person would contact him at this time.
“What’s wrong, Renz?” Thirteen asked. “Is there a problem in the Cygni Continent?”
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Elrod Clan.
He had a very high status in the alliance, but now, he was Thirteen’s subordinate, though this arrangement was only known to the two of them.
“Do you have any more Scales of the Majin King in your possession?” Renz asked. “The Heirs of the Cygni Faction, who had witnessed your battle with the Majin King, had brought back a few scales for their clans to use.
“I was also informed that two other scales are currently up for auction, and if my guess is right, the Monarch Clans will definitely do their best to secure them. My brother is feeling worried that the blacksmiths of his rivals will succeed in crafting a Mythical Equipment. “If that happens, the balance of power will be broken. I had a feeling that you might have a scale or two lying around, so I decided to call you in order to negotiate for them.” Thirteen pondered for a bit before giving his reply.
Since Renz was now one of his people, he wouldn’t mind giving him some benefits if his conditions were met.
“I’ll give you two scales, but I have a condition,” Thirteen stated.
“I’m all ears,” Renz replied.
He and Thirteen were now on the same side, so he was certain that the teenage boy wouldn’t
ask for the impossible.
He wasn’t disappointed, and happily agreed to the condition that Thirteen had asked for him.
“Since this is a very sensitive transaction, it will be best if your brother personally collects them here in the Aldebaran Continent,” Thirteen added. “Make sure that he wears a disguise. We don’t want to have rumors flying around, right?”
“Of course,” Renz replied with a smile. “I’ll make sure to pass that message to him.” When the communication ended, Thirteen glanced towards the Southwest and smirked. Truth be told, he was hoping that the blacksmiths of the other Monarch Clans and the Prestigious Families would succeed in crafting a Mythical-Grade Equipment.
If that happens, the balance of power would indeed be broken. However, the Leventis Family wouldn’t be too affected by the storm that would wash over the world.
“Soon,” Thirteen muttered.
He hoped that the changes would happen soon so that the world of Pangea would have a
higher chance of survival.