Return of the Class 8 Mage
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Unlike his outer appearance which resembled someone who could fight against dragons, speaking of some business improperly. I mean, as a genuine member of an expert craftsman, what kind of firewood business nonsense is he talking about?

‘Maybe, she talked about it as entertainment.’

Ian thought that was very possible.

He should enjoy the free time that he likes to spend a very long life.

It would be the only way he could live without going crazy.

Otherwise, he could be another Craven.

“Hey, are you still talking about that damn business?”

“Fucking business? In our current state, shouldn't we be trying to do something that we can really enjoy? You are the fool. Yea? You guys just think about death, huh? You've been doing the same thing for hundreds of years. Yea? Don't live like that!”

“How many businesses have you bankrupt since a long time?”

“Hanging! It's different now. I have built experience!”

As if they were good friends sharing drinks last night, Bertholdo and Jerbio looked like close friends. Well, compared to Halia, the hoarse blacksmith and Dennis, the quiet jeweler, Jerbio looks more like a noble.

“It is an honor for me to meet you. I'm Ian Paige. With regards to the business you mentioned, I will check it out as I get more time. ”

“Oh! Are you sincere?”

“Ya, right.”

“Thank you! You must be his descendant because you seem generous! ”

“Ha ha...”.

Such was the light introduction made between Ian and the three expert craftsmen who had gathered after hearing the dragon rumors. The story leading up to this time has been informed by Bertholdo.

“As you probably already know, I desperately need all your help at this time.”

All the expert craftsmen from different personalities kept paying attention to Ian. No matter what had been said, eternal life had become a curse to them. Ian is their unique chance to break free from the curse and they won't consider hearing Ian's words in passing.

“Of course, I didn't ask for help without offering something in return. The power of language, which Fran used to give you eternal life, I can emulate. That's not enough, but I plan to improve it continuously.”

That's when Ian kept talking.

“How can we trust you?”

There was a voice of doubt.

Is that Halia, the husky blacksmith?

“Strength of that language.”

It was from an unexpected character.

That's Dennis, the quiet jeweler.

“….. Believe it or not, it's your free will. However.”

Ian stopped talking for a moment.

He immediately gathered mana.

Better to show by action.

“But I have credible evidence.”

It was believed to be a miracle ‘language naga’ at one time.

He began to show the power of language.

(Attar Hakka.)

Attar Hakka's.

Black sparks.

The magic language of the dragon, once demonstrated to the Fairy Queen, is displayed by shaping it with the power of language. Black sparks as the name suggests, a powerful black cluster started burning in Ian's palm.

“….. This is no ordinary magic.”

Since expert craftsmen possessed the same magical power as magicians, they were able to immediately recognize that it was not a collection of flames made with ordinary mana.

“It seems similar to what the man used to do?”

The husky voice of Halia also showed her agreement. The power of language permeates with the power of mana, not physical sound. They must remember his character. Because it's not an ordinary occurrence.

“I'm afraid you'll ask what this is. I was revived. ”

Speaking jokingly, Ian took out a fireball. At the same time, he had just been shocked. Not long ago, if he used the power of language just once, his mana capacity would be exhausted. However, he could not feel anything nearly thinning at the moment. He could tell that he did not even need to blink an eye

‘Is that the power of a robe?’

Bertholdo's main works.

“Come Ian Paige.”

That must be a good thing.

Jerbio was the first to decide.

And he even guessed something that approached the truth.

The wife is beautiful. That's not a wrong statement at all.

“What can't I do if I can die?”

Halia, the blacksmith also made his decision.

His rough and unique tone of voice went nowhere.

“….”

Dennis, the jeweler, also walked quietly.

That is, towards the statue, where the master piece is kept.

“Wow….! Then we can awaken Dragon Number 2, Number 5 and Number 7 as well? Number 1 and Number 3 must be happy! You will have many friends.”

“Krrrr.

“Krrrreugn....?”.

Finally, three expert craftsmen stood in front of their respective storage statues. As Craven alluded, Halia stood beside Dragon Number 2 or the second statue, Dennis in front of Dragon Number 5 or the fifth and final statue of Jerbio with Dragon Number 7 or the seventh statue.

Woooong!

It was the same as when Craven and Bertholdo took off their master piece. A unique mana flowed into the statue and out through the cracked open mouth, appearing the sight of a master piece stored for several hundred years. What kind of artifact is that? Ian watched with narrow open eyes.

‘First that one sure looks like a stick.’

As expected, their masterpieces are common to their respective areas of expertise. First, Jerbio's master piece was ‘tikp’, and although it was made of birch wood, there seemed to be a gleam flowing from the well-melted ore.

‘It's in the storage box, so…. It must be an accessory.’

Dennis' jewelry was in a small unknown storage box. Based on the shape, it must be some kind of ‘accessori’.

‘And that ….. Sword?’

Finally, the master piece made by Halia, the blacksmith, is ‘pedang’. It must have been a sword made for the first witch, Fran Paige, but why did she make a sword?

“That's my choice.”

That was how Halia responded to that question.

It was just his choice.

“The magician does not mean he should not have a sword?”

“….. Yes absolutely right.”

“Although it would be better if a more skilled swordsman would use it.”

After all, three artifacts appeared before Ian's eyes. Ian was very interested to know the strength of the staff and accessories. Aren't they going to display powers equivalent to a robe, an artifact Bertholdo gave him, or more than that?

‘…..?’

That was when his anticipation grew quickly.

Ian hesitated, sensing something disturbing.

‘What can it be?’

He felt it from a very close distance. It was not a feeling he had detected from expert craftsmen, artifacts or anything around Knocking Island. It was a much closer place, for example.

“Is it from my body.”

Ian concentrated his mana and spirit.

That was to find the source of the disturbance.

‘This is....’.

A strange feeling came from his body as expected.

To be exact, it was something he had.

‘Dust fairy.....?”

It was then that she renewed her relationship with the Fairy Queen and the family.

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The pink fairy queen powder that she received from him.

And ‘another power’ the family he heard from him.

(Please.)

He sensed ‘life force’ from that pink powder.

The Queen of Elves who almost died.