The following week went by swiftly. During this time Villin was actually the freest member of Athena’s Forge. He had time to work on his mental defenses while the others were working for the guild.
Kayley was the most successful in her work. She didn’t only spread rumors herself but also paid a few of the weaker guilds to assist in spreading the rumors they wanted to spread.
In the short span of a week, everyone in the second grade knew what Villin had done. Or well, what exactly happened would be slightly unclear.
Even though the majority agreed that he won some sort of tournament, what exactly this tournament entailed was a bit fuzzy. There were students claiming he was sent to a warzone to fight those from the western continent, others claimed he was tasked to escape from a dragon’s pursuit.
At this point in time, ‘A Magus’ Aid’ was also forced to bring out a paper concerning the matter. Thus far they had refrained since they had very little evidence of what happened, all they had was the interview with Villin, not exactly the most impartial person in this whole thing.
And so, they released the interview they had with Villin bringing them a lot of attention.
All of this made Amelia’s job a lot easier. With Athena’s Forge being so mysterious, everyone wanted to have a better idea of what was going on. Any guild she approached almost immediately agreed when she asked them to help out with enchantments.
Hell, it was so effective Amelia ended up not having to pay any of them, after visiting a few guilds it turned more into a gathering of talents where everyone would be able to show off in front of their peers.
On both of those fronts, the situation couldn’t have gone much better, both of the girls in the guild had truly shown what they were capable of.
As for Rein, he didn’t have much place to excel currently, his enchanting speed went up slightly but overall there weren’t any big changed. Overall, he was now one week away from finishing his part of the enchantments.
Villin exited the tower and headed toward the ‘Combat Classes’ class. It was one of the few he still went to when he could alongside ‘Tactics of War’, ‘Enchanting’, and ‘Pill Making’.
In reality, he didn’t care too much about pill-making, he felt he would be able to just buy pills he needed, the only reason he followed the class was that he hadn’t totally given up on creating gene solutions yet. And so, if he got the opportunity to create gene solutions again he would have a reason as to why he needed the materials.
Once he finished the class he went back to the guild tower, surprisingly professor Crumb was standing just outside of the tower, giving some pointers to Rein who had just begun working again.
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And well, professor Crumb didn’t come empty-handed. Once Villin invited the professor inside he began taking all sorts of items out of his interspacial bag.
All sorts of things came out, anvils, hammers, cauldrons, all sorts of equipment. After a bit, Villin was sure the professor’s interspacial bag was at least twice the size of his, then again this wasn’t too big of a surprise since he was a runemaster and all.
When the professor took out the final object he had taken with him, Villin got excited, the moment he saw it was a book he knew it could only be one of two things, and as soon as he saw the title he had been proven right.
‘Wards And How To Create Them’
A book made by Twen Salamander.
It was clear that the professor was in a hurry so after he dropped everything off Villin escorted him out.
When he got back to the pile of items he saw Amelia standing over it with excitement in her eyes. Together, the two of them properly classified everything.
Armor and weapons were put on the left, crafting stations and equipment in the middle, and unknown objects on the right.
Looking at the armor it was very satisfactory. All of the armor here was made out of Blue Mythril, also known as fake Mythril.
It was as light and durable as Mythril, the only differences were in the color and magic conductivity.
That being said, Blue-Mythril was still much, much better than the majority of other metals, it was just that Mythril itself was one of the most conductive materials on the planet, comparing other things to it was too much.
There had been many people who owned mines in the past who thought they had struck it rich when they found Blue Mythril. The lack of weight the material had and the white color in unprocessed form had many of such people believe they would be able to live in a mansion made out of gold soon.
Sadly, they would soon find out it was a Blue-Mythril mine instead and so they could only afford a house made out of gold.
In total, they had enough armor to fully defend three people with a number of spare pieces of equipment, most of which protected the forearms or shins. The only missing part was a helmet, it seems that those were never made.
Looking at the weapons, they seemed mostly useless. There were swords and spears made from steel and Blue Mythril. Even though they were good quality, Villin didn’t see much value in using cold weapons, the practice simply wouldn’t be worth it.
He decided that if they had any smiths good enough then perhaps they could reforge these weapons into helmets or other pieces of equipment.
The crafting stations overall were decent. There were a few smithing and pill-making stations but nothing all too surprising.
The unidentified objects were mostly made from wood, Villin wasn’t sure if it was perhaps a crafting station used for some sort of woodworking or weaving but since professor Crumb brought it to them it should be part of the crafting stations.
The following day it was finally time to entertain some guests. When Villin woke up he was surprised to see there were already a number of guests waiting outside, no doubt part of the enchanters Amelia had invited, they seemed to have come two hours early.
After waking himself up somewhat, Villin made his way downstairs, it was about time they got some more members into the guild.