Advent of the Archmage

Chapter 72: The Spiked Shield, the Gale Sword and the Executor’s Bow

No shops in the River Cove town would openly sell such a precious and expensive metal as Mithril which was commonly used in magic spells. But that was not a problem to Jacker because he had his own bag of tricks.

Only a day after Link had explained everything about enchantment to Jacker, he managed to acquire ten pounds of high purity Mithril ore containing more than 60% Mithril by weight. He had spent 2300 gold coins on six pounds of Mithril – not a bad bargain at all.

The reason he could get so much for so little was because Mithril refining was an incredibly complicated process. This Mana conductive metal had an extremely high melting temperature, so normal flames were insufficient to extract them.

If you were a Magician, though, then nothing could be simpler. All Link had to do was to use a displacer spell and in no time, pure Mithril would be extricated out from the ore, giving them 6.2 pounds of Mithril.

Then, he took Jacker’s shield, Lucy’s sword and Gildern’s bow, then went right back into his room and started tinkering with them.

”Give me three days’ time.” That was the last thing they heard of him before he disappeared into the room.

Outside the room, Jacker and the rest stared at each other, not knowing what was to become of their weapons after three days.

”I wonder what it would feel like wielding a magic shield,” said Jacker, earnestly rubbing his hands, anticipating what would happen to his shield.

”Who knows?” said Lucy, ”I’ve got sword practicing to do.” She picked up her practicing iron sword, walked out, and started training with a wooden dummy outside near the pavilion.

She seemed focused, but in fact, she was quite distracted today and it affected her performance. Usually, she could swiftly pierce through the dummy. Nine times out of ten she could easily stab the dummy accurately at its heart. But today, she could only manage to do that five times out of ten.

Ah, Link is only seventeen, and he’s still as pure as a child, he’d probably get bullied in the academy. Lucy knew Link would be entering the academy soon, and she couldn’t help but be worried for him.

Gildern was the only one who was the calmest and most focused among the three. His spirits had been jolted by the fierce battle with Andy and the Dark Elf Magician. He didn’t want to feel helpless against a strong opponent as he did that day, so ever since then, he had been training like mad, trying his best to improve his archery skills. He was doing great too. His performance had been stuck on a plateau no matter how much he trained, but recently he had been making some real progress.

And so, three days’ time had passed.

On the afternoon of the third day, Link walked out of his room yawning and noticed a servant sweeping the corridor.

”Tell Jon in the kitchen to get me something to eat, I’m hungry,” ordered Link.

”Yes, my lord,” said the servant before scurrying to the kitchen.

”If you see Jacker and the rest on your way, tell them to come and see me. Their weapons are ready,” added Link before the servant got away. The servant nodded deferentially in response.

A few minutes later, Jacker, Lucy, and Gildern were all standing in front of Link’s room. Lucy was holding a dish in her hands – it was roasted mutton rolls, her best dish.

Link beamed at the sight of the dish. He grabbed it from Lucy’s hand and quickly stuffed the food into his mouth. At the same time, he pointed towards the room and said, ”Your weapons are inside, you can go get them.”

The three went in and saw a wooden shelf in the middle of Link’s room. On it, there was a shield, a sword, and a bow. Three days earlier, these weapons were plain and unremarkable, but now, they were unrecognizable even to the owners.

The heavy steel shield had become jet black, and its surface was now covered with rows and rows of thorns like porcupine spikes. The sword, on the other hand, seemed to be shrouded in a white light. When closely examined, one could see that this white light was caused by small vortices of air. And finally, Gildern’s originally pale wooden bow was now pure black with lines of red aura running through its surface like blood vessels.

The eyes of the three mercenaries widened at the sight of their weapons. Their appearance alone would have been able to shock and intimidate anyone.