Blacksmith of the Apocalypse-Chapter 1287: Let’s me share this whole new business with you

After finishing his talk with Sivri, Seth left his workshop. He decided to visit Minas Mar's stables on his feet and not to use the Tower to teleport him there. The domain of Evan had moved outside of the tower's underground some time ago, giving Seth the chance for a little walk through Minas Mar.

Climbing his way up from the bowels of the wizard tower, he left through the entrance hall. He crossed the booby trapped magic bridge that led over bottomless chasm, to reach the guard house the defended Minas Mars only entrance, apart from the elevator to Delta.

The stables of Minas Mar had become a similar structure to the guard house, though lacking a direct connection to the magic tower. Chambers were hewn into the mountain cliffs with hidden entrances for the animals.

Outside of these stables were a few large pastures, fenced off and hidden by barriers, to make sure nobody accidentally found the beast farm. This was the place they built for Evan, then Minas Mar's underground became unsuitable for his husbandry.

At this point, the pastures were mostly inhabited by the Alpekas, the chosen of Hermes bred. They were the main mounts used in Minas Mar. Apart from them, Seth heard he was relatively successful breeding the Titanoboas, but the giant snakes stayed indoors, just like the few Dungeon Worms he had hatched.

There was also a variety of beasts he had tamed during training, but those were the trees he had been breeding for a while now. Seth had not visited here often, but the sight left him with no doubt that Evan was going to succeed in reliably breeding the pets he brought.

“Seth? What are you doing here?” Evan exclaimed in surprise when he saw the blacksmith trudge over through the snow. The tamer was carrying a huge basket of stuff that looked like hay and vegetables. Probably feed for the Alpeka.

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“Hi, Evan. I came because we bought you some gifts in Spring City,” the blacksmith said.

“Gifts?” Evan asked confused. Seeing his confused look, Seth found himself forced to explain the story about the pet eggs the second time today.

“How interesting! Beasts that propagate through eggs, disregarding their biological classification. I really want to see it now. Although I feel that casting preservation magic on an egg could be harmful, I have to admit that it is a good idea, if you want to sell them,” Evan thought out loud, repeating some of the stuff Seth said.

“Long story short, we brought you several pairs of eggs you could try to breed for yourself. It was actually Minas' Idea, that's why there are 5 Subterranean Terrorbirds. Since we thought it was a good idea, we doubled down on it,” Seth explained with a smile and brought out the egg boxes. All except the highest-grade pets and the pair of slimes.

The Lower Roc and the Mountain King would be given to members of the field teams, once Seth spoke about them with Leana. There was only one each, so it was pointless to give them to the champion of husbandry, for now. The slimes were obviously for Elly, once she returned.

“Woah, is this for real? These are real eggs with mammals inside! Fascinating,” Evan exclaimed, looking into the egg boxes. It was obvious that he had an appraisal skill for these eggs.

“Here are the scrolls to dispel the preservation magic. I guess you can take care of what comes afterward yourself, right?” The blacksmith asked jokingly, handing Evan the over two dozen scrolls he needed to unseal the eggs.

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“Of course, you can count on me! Just you wait, in a few months, everyone in Minas Mar will hsave access to a variety of powerful pets and pet eggs,” Evan said confidently. The light in his eyes was shining brightly, looking forward to the future.

“Great, I knew it was a good idea to bring these to you. If you will excuse me, I also want to start working in the future,” Seth gave his farewell and returned to the workshop. This time he did use the teleport function.

“Seth, you are back already?” Sivri greeted him once again.

“Yup, I just explained things to Evan and explained some stuff. He will know how to go from there,2 the blacksmith said with a shrug of his shoulder.

“Now then, did Tored manage to prepare the stuff I asked for?” Seth asked Sivri a question, he didn't have the chance to ask all morning. Before he left, he had asked the dwarven master for some help to refine some materials while he was gone.

“Oh right! Yes, he finished, the materials are in storage safe one,” the goldsmith answered, pointing at one of the doors and chambers lining one of the walls of the workshop. Although they had inventories, they had established shared material storage rooms and safes, to allow all blacksmiths access.

The safes were a little special, as not everyone was allowed to open and take stuff out of them. Especially Nr. 1, as it was the storage meant only for Seth and Tored. Since it held relic rated and legendary materials, only the master blacksmiths were allowed inside.

“Great, he really outdid himself,” the blacksmith exclaimed, finding what he was looking for on one of the shelves. This was a stack of relic-rated . Why did he suddenly bother with a metal that was only rare in its base form and needed difficult refinement to reach the status of a relic?

Although Seth had a lot on his plate, what he intended to start with was not Nam's legendary item, or the semi-legendary undead bodies, or refining the legendary materials harvested form those bodies, definitely not Dowloon's robes, and not even the improvement of the Alchemy Station, Neloth.

The blueprint of Nam's master was incredibly complicated. Deciphering and translating it into something he was able to use with his expertise and system skills was an incredibly hard venture. This was why Seth intended to get help from an enchanter.

However, he didn't want to ask Al'Zalsar. He couldn't always rely on her to solve his problems with a snap of her fingers. Neither was Grant May an option, as his level was still too low to be of much help. No, what Seth decided on was the next step of improving his .

All aspects of forging were covered with Cerberus and Sivri, with Neloth, he also covered not just potions, but also inks and acids for demonic etchings. What he was missing was a proper enchanting support.

Of course, he had the enchantment table, which was a great help, but it could only help him with enchantments a blacksmith dealt with, not with arcane enchantments an enchanter or sorcerer would use. He did consider upgrading the existing enchantment table, but decided his own idea was better.

The core of this idea was a soul he received a while ago, in exchange for mailing the wedding ring and legacy of a great man who died an untimely death back home to his freshly wed and widowed wife. The

of Augur Ursson, that was bestowed to him by the system.

What had surprised Seth, was the perfect separation of knowledge and personal memories. Although he suspected this to be the soul of Augur Ursson, the soul was actually a blank slate, despite holding an ego that could communicate.

The blacksmith liked to believe that this wasn't the actual soul of the man who suffered a tragic fate, but one created by the system that simply inherited his memories. The alternative, the system erasing everything that made Augur Ursson, himself, didn't sit as well with him.

It didn't stop him from using the soul, but he would have felt sorry. On the other hand, he was planning to give his genius a second chance to shine, so that should have been okay, if that alternative was true.

Yes, instead of using this soul to upgrade his enchantment table and potentially losing the soul's expertise and wisdom, Seth decided to create a third workshop helper. He intended to create the body from the .

Although this was not the most durable metal, it was actually above

when it came to mana conductivity, making it the prime material, not just to infuse a soul, but also to create a mighty sorcerer/enchanter from. Someone who was one of his own people, a part of his skill, technically his own power, and would be more than qualified to help him translate the cultivator blueprint!

“Alright, let's get started!”