Spending My Retirement In A Game Chapter 630
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The handles weren't anything all too special. They were just meant to be properly held onto, and that was it. This time around, while making this equipment for these two souls, Eisen didn't really worry about making incredible, highly-enchanted items, for multiple reasons.
One, he had to make full sets of equipment for both of them, meaning that he would need to spend a fair amount of time on this anyway. It was viable to concentrate all your work on a single item for something like a comission, but if it was something made up of multiple things, that was a whole other deal again. It would take far too long if Eisen did that, and he didn't particularly want to spend the next few weeks here.
After all, he still had to make full gear for eight other souls beside these two, and then he had to head to 8 other divine realms altogether. Sure, Eisen was glad that he didn't have to fight here as part of his task, but that would have probably been a lot quicker as well.
In the end, Eisen just wanted to hurry up with this and get it over with. That didn't mean that he rushed through the creation of the items, of course, just that he was mindful of the time he spent on making them.
Then, besides the aspect of time... it was just unnecessary to create absolutely amazing items for these souls. It was something different when compared to that brush he made for the first soul in Trygan's divine realm. It didn't have anything amazing about it, and it didn't seem like the souls had any particular skills to them. Sure, the bristles were made of an amazing material, but the reason for that was really just the aesthetic, in the end. The soul wouldn't be able to make a particularly better painting with that brush, as he didn't have any skills to begin with right now.
But here, things like aesthetic didn't really matter. Because there were no real skills or abilities that supported these souls, all that they had to go on was basic ability. And that kind of thing could be brought out by any weapon as long as it had the right shape to it.
Of course, Eisen would still add a few enchantments to the surface of the weapons and armor, but nothing really beyond that. The items couldn't break, they couldn't actually become useless as long as one took care of them here. There was no reason to make them particularly durable through enchantments either.
In the end, it was just unnecessary to create amazing weapons in this realm, or so it seemed to Eisen at the very leas.t
The old man carved the wooden handles to be in the shape that the male soul would be able to hold onto them perfectly, but made it a bit thinner than even that, since Eisen would still add a layer of leather to it.
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Eisen prepared the two handles, each of which had been cut in half along the length of the handle, and the old man then walked over toward the special box that he made to temper the dagger-blades with the mythril-flames.
Eisen looked at the blades with a satisfied expression, and then quickly started to clean them up. Right now, there was still something like soot on them, so they weren't all that shiny, but after the old man properly polished the blades and made sure that they were in the best condition they could be, they were practically shining. As if they were producing light themselves.
"You said you wanted to have the blades be black, right?" The old man asked as he touched the still slightly hot blades and rubbed over them with his thumb, and the male soul slowly looked at him with a nod, "O-Oh, yeah... please."
With a slow nod, Eisen sat down with the dagger-blades in front of him and took out a small piece of cotton as well as a small, black bottle filled with special paint that the elemental spirit just brought to him.
Eisen opened the small bottle up and pressed the piece of cotton against the opening of the bottle and then turned it upside down. Immediately, you could see the black paint pour into the white piece of cotton, before Eisen proceeded to rub it over the surface of the blades.
The paint stuck to the shining metal like glue and practically seeped right into it. It was as if the blades were just paper that someone was drawing on instead of that smooth metal from before. Like the paint was directly connecting to the material.
It seemed like somehow this aspect of it made the man especially curious about the process, although Eisen was already used to it. Simply because it was just like the soul thought it went. The special paint that was created by Evalia was something that connected with any metal it was put onto. Like this, even if the area the paint was applied to became scratched up, you wouldn't see the original color underneath.
It was relatively easy to remove with the right substance though, so it seemed like Evalia and Komer were actually speaking about selling this kind of paint at different shops so that people could more easily customize their appearance whenever they wished to.
A lot of the weaponry and armor that people ran around with was something mass-produced, after all, since having something special-made for you was rather expensive even for players.
Either way, for now, the old man continued applying the paint onto the metal and then let it dry a bit, before cleaning the blade up again, removing the drops of paint that didn't directly connect with the metal. Then, he enchanted the two blades a little bit. They were just simple enchantments that could be mistaken for decoration. They were made to support the slicing of the regular edge of the daggers, and the ripping of the serrated side.
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Once that was done, Eisen was ready to connect the handles. He placed them around the bit on the blades that were meant for it, and punched small metal pieces, like screws or nails, into the holes specifically meant for them.
Like this, Eisen would be able to keep the two halves of the handle tightly together. It didn't particularly look that amazing, but that didn't matter considering that the handles would still be wrapped in leather. For now, though, Eisen placed a few enchantments onto the handle that he usually put on there, like enchantments that would end up supporting how strong one could hold onto the weapon in question.
Eisen covered the insides of the pieces of leather in glue and wrapped them around the wooden handles, pressing the leather into any small area that it had to fit against perfectly. When the glue dried, Eisen cut off the bits that were excess on the handles, and held the blades in his hands a little bit to test their final balance.
With a satisfied expression, Eisen then got to the point where he had to use Magic Inscription on them. He poured his mana into the blades, pulled it back out, and then inscribed them. But in the end, the Magic Inscription this time around wasn't all too special. It was just meant to basically support the enchantments Eisen placed on the blades, and that was really it.
And just like that, the two Daggers were finished.
[Heavenly Assassin's Black Dual Daggers]
[Rank – 6][Quality – Perfect]
[Description] A pair of black daggers created by the Godly Craftsmaster Eisen. They were created specifically for an Assassin's Soul in Gonor's divine realm, being empowered by the God of Combat's divine energies.
The special pure Mythril core in the center ensures a superior flow of mana through this dagger, and to an extent, even spells can be cast through it for a higher effect.
[Effect] Trait
[Requirements] Be a soul of the God of Combat's Divine Realm
Eisen picked them up and held them over toward the male soul, "There's more coming after this, obviously, but you can take a quick look at them already. Don't take them with you yet though, I want to make sure they'll be part of the item-set." Eisen said with a smile on his face.
He was a bit confused by the bit with 'Assassin' that was written in the description of the daggers, but it seemed like it wasn't all that big a deal. Eisen heard about the Assassin occupation before. It was pretty rare, and was usually used by people that did work in that specific field, but it wasn't always that case.
A lot of the time, an Assassin could just be seen as a superior scout, having much higher combat ability than them.
Considering that they were in heaven, the people here were bound to be the good kind, so this man was probably just someone that tried to make use of the Assassin occupation's combat prowess when trying to advance his scout occupation.
That was certainly possible, after all. In the end, the old man figured that it wasn't a bit deal, and quickly continued on with his work as the male soul placed the two daggers down on a table in the corner of the room.
He looked at them for a moment and then turned back toward his current project. Right now he was making the leather armor that the man wanted, more specifically, the special boots. It was kind of hard to get it right, considering what exactly the man wanted.
He wanted to have shoes that he could move around quietly in, but also a kind where he didn't need to worry about where he was running around. In particular, he did ask for boots, but usually, those weren't particularly easy to move around quietly in.
But in the end, Eisen figured that he could just create some enchantments and magic inscriptions to make sure that the man could move around quietly in them without worry.
And to get this slightly annoying bit out of the way, the old man started with them. It wasn't that big a deal, really, he just had to create something like a foam-like version of different crystals that he could put in between the soles and insoles, so that he could properly enchant everything while not making the comfort of the boots particularly worse.
In the end, it seemed like Eisen figured something out, and he was happy with it, so he continued on and just started to work on actually making everything.
The pieces were already cut out, and all that Eisen then needed to do was to put everything together, which was the easiest part of the whole process, really. At least in Eisen's own opinion.
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