Chapter 153 - Frostfire Sword
Aldwin had been waiting outside the smithy for a long while by the time the two had come.
The President, who had always been calm and composed, was quite different today. There was anxiety all over his aged face; his moping disposition made it really hard for people to relate him with the strongest mage in Felan. At present, Alanna was pacing around anxiously with his hands behind his back. He did not look like the President of the Alanna Guild of Magic, but rather like an ant crawling on a hot pot.
It was not until Macklin and Lin Li’s figures appeared at the other end of the corridor that Aldwin finally showed a somewhat relieved expression on his face.
“Sorry to trouble you, Felic.” The President came forward with an apologetic smile on his face.
“It’s nothing.” Lin Li smiled. He was not unhappy; this concerned the future of the guild, after all. He’d most likely be like Aldwin if he were to be in the latter’s position.
Anyway, there were also two Vampire fangs that needed to be studied. It’d only take him a little more time to let the two of them completely rest assured, lest both should have to worry all day long even when they were getting old. In case something went wrong one day, wouldn’t he have committed a sin…?
“Uh… Felic…” Aldwin hesitated for a while, and took out something from his pocket.
Then, they saw Lin Li walk out of the smithy with a smile on his face.
“D-done?” Macklin opened his mouth. His wretched face was full of incredulity.
“Done.” Lin Li nodded. He stretched out his hand, pointing to the anvil in the workshop.
The two men looked along the direction of Lin Li’s finger, and saw a single-handed sword lying quietly on the anvil. A faint magical wave slowly passed from the polished sword.
“Wrong…” Macklin was about to enter the door when he suddenly noticed a slight abnormality. The magical wave on the one-handed sword seemed different from what he imagined. Theoretically, ice magical element should pervade the Frost Shadowbane; how could he sense a scorching aura on this sword?
“How come… how come it’s of fire magical element?”
Aldwin was confused as well. After carefully taking in the magical aura on the one-handed sword, he shook his head again. “No, no, it’s not only fire magical element, but also ice magic element. Felic… what is going on? How can there be two kinds of magical elements?”
“Haha…” Lin Li scratched his head, and smiled, embarrassed. “I just suddenly remembered that I seem to have forgotten how to forge the Frost Shadowbane, and seeing that the materials were just right, I conveniently made a Frostfire Sword…”
“…’ Macklin nearly banged his head on the wall upon hearing it. What did the kid just say? He seemed to say, conveniently made a Frostfire Sword?
Bloody hell… The Frostfire Sword could also be conveniently forged?
Macklin almost had a heart attack at those words.
The old man was an Archmage, at any rate. How could he not know what the Frostfire Sword was?
This was a weapon with two magical attributes—and they were fire and ice, no less. To integrate these two completely conflicting attributes into a weapon was not something as easy as one plus one equalling two. Even if they were to look all over Alanna, they might not be able to find several Blacksmiths who could forge the Frostfire Sword…
Macklin knew very well that a Blacksmith who could forge a Frostfire Sword had at least an advanced forging level, and might even approach the legendary Master of Forging!
“High-level Blacksmith…” Macklin had the sense he was going crazy just at the thought of it.
A mage with an advanced forging level—what was the difference between this and a herbivorous dragon? Oh, no… it was something rarer than a herbivore dragon. After all, the dragon could be forced into being a herbivore, but there might only be a mage with advanced forging skills in the whole of Anril, and that was Felic…
“F*ck, pervert…” Macklin held back for long before finally choking these two words out.
He really understood now that this kid could not be measured by human standards. Age, experience, and genius were of no significance to this kid at all. He was a living dinosaur—there’d only be things you couldn’t think of, but there’d never be things that he couldn’t do.
Lin Li waited there for a long time, but there was nothing that followed from Macklin. So, he had to remind him conscientiously, “Mr Macklin, if there’s nothing else, can I go back to my room first? You know, the mission this time was really somewhat…”
After being asked by Lin Li, Macklin came to his senses, and hurriedly stepped aside to make way for Lin Li. Before leaving, Macklin reminded him with a simper, “Oh, yes yes yes. Go back and take a rest. Do, do take a good rest; don’t tire yourself out…”
“Then, goodbye…”
“Goodbye.”
When returning to the guild hall, Lin Li reached into his pocket and touched the two crossbow bolts, which still had some lingering warmth. His biggest harvest going to the smithy today was those two. He was itching to find a place to try them now. How powerful would these two crossbow bolts forged with the Vampire fangs be?