After burying his worries and tragedies, the heavenly magician began his new day with the hope of a better future as in the novels ** (In the end, the hero/heroes eliminate the monster/ villain/ enemy and then live a happy life) ** He hoped for something like this but what he saw before prevented him from imagining such a distant dream. He enjoyed a morning cup of coffee to revitalize him and inspire him to continue his endless work.

'I promised the little ones a day off, I'll see what I can do.'

He thought for a moment what he would do for the rest of the day and finally he has decided. He will visit the blacksmith shop that he completely forgot in light of his busyness during the past days, he decided that he would take a walk today and not use the instantaneous teleportation to look at his hometown and cleanse his busy mind.

Passing through sparsely populated residential neighborhoods and then the market, which was full until he reached the blacksmith shop. He knocked on the door and then entered, no one was in the front of the shop but the sound of knocking on the iron was clearly audible from the side of the workshop behind the storefront. Maximus sat quietly in a waiting chair and did not want to disturb them during work, especially at the critical phase; he waited for one of them to come out of the workshop, unlike Dualen who was knocking iron, Galleon came out to look at the customer who came.

'You seem to be busy these days, is there a specific reason for it?'

Blacksmiths in a southern city far from the usual adventurers and hunters’ destinations were not supposed to be so busy, which aroused Maximus' curiosity.

'The harvest season is approaching and requests to repair farmers' tools are piling us up.'

'I apologize for this; I forgot to greet you after my visit like this.'

'No, I didn't even notice. What are the little ones doing these days? How is their training going?'

'Their training is going smoothly and their skills are improving by leaps and bounds. You will soon see how much they improved. What is Dualen doing, I don't see him here?'

'Don't bother him at all, he's in a terrible mood due to the numerous requests and you don't know how he'll react.'

The two laughed with each other until they were interrupted by a ghost-looking Dualen, how could a dwarf be so pale? No one knows.

'Don't lie to him, my reaction will be normal.'

'You seem to have heard our conversation, you forgot when you hit a customer with a shovel?'

'He wanted me to prepare it for him by evening and the orders were piled up that day. What do you want me to do?'

Unlike Galleon, who spoke softly, Dualen shouted, perhaps because of the accumulation of fatigue from overwork or just his nature as a dwarf?

'It's been two weeks, Dualen. How are you?'

'Except for my back-ache and lack of sleep, I don't think there's a big problem. By the way, we completed the order a few days ago and were waiting for your arrival.'

'Hope you like it.'

By the time Dualen was talking to Maximus and complaining about his worries, Galleon had gone to the workshop, brought the pieces, and displayed them on the table in front of Maximus. The quality was very good compared to the lack of time and limited resources, as was expected from two great blacksmiths with more than fifteen years of experience in the field of blacksmithing.

The pieces placed in a row on the large table were attention grabbing and Maximus began to examine them one by one.

- -A double-edged sword with silver glitter and a handle decorated with some simple patterns. Maximus carried the sword and waved it a few times and began to check its balance and the sharpness of its blade, then pumped mana into it and a white halo was formed around the sword, Maximus tried to transform its shape into several forms: a random halo like a burning fire around the sword, an organized halo surrounding the entire sword, a halo on the two edges only, a halo on one border only and then on the tip of the sword. It was a magnificent sword befitting a swordsman for at least five stars.

- -A long black spear with a forty-centimeter blade at the tip of a sturdy stick, Maximus tried to bend it by limiting his strength level to a six-stars swordsman or a nine-steps martial artist. The durability of the spear was great and its bending was difficult, so it's harder for it to be broken or cut. Then he tried the aura on it and the results were very satisfactory.

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- -Two black steel daggers, with a gooseneck blade, an impeccable clean and sharp edge with a good balance. It was a first-class assassination weapon.

- -Two leather gloves with an articulated pieces of iron to make the punches cause more damage without causing much harm to the wearer. in the back of each glove a blue and round magic stone capable of absorbing mana from the user to recharge it. The glove was comfortable to try on and perfectly suited for fights.

- -Two steel bows decorated using bronze sheets with a handle to provide more stability. A durable rubber string that connects the ends of the bow tightly, flexible so that it does not tear and durable that does not pull easily. In addition to a long quiver for arrows, inscribed with runes commonly used in storage tools so whenever an arrow is placed in it, it disappears and only one arrow remains visible, when it is withdrawn, another appears in its place and so on until it becomes empty. A dream for all archers and hunters due to its effectiveness. Fit to hang in the belt or on the back with little discomfort.

As for the armor, they were light and suitable for various environments and did not hinder movement in any way, showing the skills and dedication of their maker, their design is simple and light and worthy of being worn under a more durable armor such as the armor made of basillesque scales, which was entrusted to the manager.

'Your skills are still great as usual; I'll burden you with some requests soon. I'll get the necessary materials too, so don't worry.'

Feeling relieved after hearing these words, the true blacksmith wants to create always-outstanding masterpieces rather than make typical refined objects because they kill his creative sense.

'It's comfortable; something I can show my skills at is what I want. I don't like agricultural tools, but it can't be helped.'

'I, too, am tired of repeating the repair of agricultural tools. If you bring good materials you will get masterpieces and not just weapons.'

'That's what I hope too. I beg your pardon, but I have to leave. I will visit you in about a month and bring as many orders as promised. You may even have a better workshop if fate wills.'

The reason Maximus said the last phrase was not out of thin air, if fate willed they would have an irreplaceable opportunity in the near future if Maximus' plan went as planned...

Maximus waved his hand and opened the door, leaving after putting the equipment he had bought in his dimensional bag and then headed towards the accessories and jewelry store he had visited before. He wanted to check a few things and talk leisurely, unlike last time, as many questions were still in his head as they were and he had no idea what they meant.

'What was his last name? It's Frederick or something like that, I think.'

Walking among the neighborhoods, staring at the ground, he did not pay attention at first to his surroundings and the atmosphere that was in the city these days until he remembered the date for today – the thirteenth of the last month of spring -. It is the day of the harvest festival.

"Harvest Festival": A festival held annually at the beginning of the harvest and holding celebrations and musical performances in the morning and evening. Fruits, vegetables and even herbs rarely seen here, it was one of the most beloved celebrations between the region's residents, rejoicing in the harvest season, wishing for more good seasons, and welcoming the summer; the season of picnics and tourism.

'I completely forgot about it, I'll bring the little ones this evening to change the atmosphere and have a little fun.'

Maximus raised his head after emerging from the fugue state after passing through the popular market, and reached the shop within a minute. The door opened quietly and bells placed above the door rang, although summer approached, but the atmosphere is still fresh and the happiness is overwhelming for everyone.

'Good morning. How has your work been lately?'

'Hello sir, work as always, we don't sell much but our income is good because our products are precious. Do you need to buy something else?'

'Thank you, I'll think about it but I came to continue our conversation of the last time, I was in a hurry and the presence of the kids prevented me from going into more detail.'

'So that's it, sit there, sir. Would you like a drink?'

'A glass of water is enough, don't tire yourself.'

Maximus sat where the shopkeeper pointed out, a luxurious table of carefully stained black oak wood, and two chairs on each side of the table placed near the glass façade, giving a bright view. What is it for? Obviously, it is for VIP customers and to discuss huge buying and selling deals.

Moments later, the shopkeeper brought two glasses of water, sat on the opposite side, and stared with cold glances.

'What do you want to ask, sir?'

'I want to know more concerning the prophecy you told me about earlier. Every detail if possible. I can read your memories if you allow me to search for other details that may interest me.'

'Let me see where to start... I woke up at dawn to a nightmare that was terrifying, minutes later I was about to go to bed again and when I sat on the bed I had a realistic vision like never before.'

'You weren't asleep then, you were sitting and the vision came to you and it felt like you had moved somewhere. Continue please.'

'I found myself at the entrance to a cave; both the entrance and the inside were covered with ivory-white roots, and inside was a gate three meters high and one and a half meters wide. Its perimeter is made up of roots and inside is blood-red and moves as if it were smoke.'

'And what did you do then?'

Maximus' expressions gradually changed with the descriptions, after describing the bloody gate accurately, his eagerness to know the details was on his face...