Return of the Class 8 Mage
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“What do you mean, dragon heart?” Ian asked as he landed softly on the ground.

The question was for the five craftsmen who had gathered on the island.

“This is the first time we have experienced something like this..”.

Just then, Berthold, the oldest craftsman, stepped forward.

He took a heart and turned it in his hand.

“Mmmm...” murmured.

Other artisans do the same, looking at the heart carefully in their own way, perhaps because it is an object that only they hear.

They were all cautious as if holding a newborn baby.

“It's really heart. Don't you think so?”

“Mmmhmm. Although we can't be sure.”

“See this. It held the power of mana by itself. ”

The craftsmen seemed to see the heart forever.

They each gave their opinion, and the majority commented that it was phenomenal and shocking.

All but one.

“So move, all of you. Let me try something.” He's asking.

Halia, the head craftsman, was a step away from the circle of craftsmen who saw the heart.

Before anyone realized it, he had reappeared with his prized possession – a sword.

“Halia, what are you trying to do ..?”

“I need to check something.”

“Check what?”

Hali did not answer.

Instead, he raised his sword above his head.

“If it really is the heart of a dragon..” He unsheathes his sword into the heart of a dragon with full power. “.... this will not be a problem!” That's a silly but fair reason.

The Halia Sword rang with a loud KANG !  and it bounces off the heart, which is surprising but an expected result.

The sword did not even leave a mark on the heart.

“Ugh!” Halia stumbled back on her side effects. He did not care about the heart at all and looked at his sword carefully.

“Perfect.” He said and nodded as if he was satisfied. Quickly. The Sword of Halia was his masterpiece.

“Yeah, that dragon heart is fine.”

“What makes you so sure?” Berthold asked.

“My sword didn't even scratch it.”

“Mmm..”

“If we talk about density, it is higher than insist.”

insisting. It was the kind of mineral every craftsman dreamed of working with. It is often called ‘mineral perfect without gap’. According to Halia, the heart is denser than insisting.

“I can break the stance with this sword, know.” Halia said proudly, and everyone's attention was on the sword.

A sword that can break tenaciously?

“What a treasure you made there.” Berthold.

“This is nothing.” Halia replied with a snort.

At that moment, the jewelry store Dennis spoke up. “Personation with density,” murmur. He had been caressing the heart in his hand for a while now.

He was clearly impressed.

“You all lost the point here.”

All the craftsmen frowned hearing his words.

Were they all not at the peak of their skills as craftsmen? But he said they were all missing the point now.

“What are you talking about?” Berthold asked, felt the atmosphere immediately and took the initiative to ask Dennis to ease the tension.

“See this, if you have eyes.”

“Yah .. we've all seen it this long.”

“Can't you feel its physical beauty?”

“Yes clear, it holds mana ..”

“Not No. Not useless things like that.”

“Then..”.

“I am talking about its shape – exactly as you see.”

“Hmm... I'm not sure.”

The thing that is thought to be the dragon's heart is in the form of a large circle.

It was even completely black, without the slightest sign.

It must be a great and godly object.

However, there was nothing else to see.

“I'm not sure..”.

“See how black it is!”

“Black?”

“It doesn't even sparkle!”

Berthold, who had been listening with ama, fell silent.

Halia and Zerbio also shook their heads.

Clevan was the only one who flickered in confusion.

“See how black the heart is and not even glitter!” exclaim the jeweler, Dennis. He has a preference for solid minerals.

“Is it possible to engrave with this?”

The craftsmen continued to check the heart. Clevan first took a hammer and chisel and started beating his heart. Of course, there was no possibility of the heart being used to carve. After all, isn't that more solid than insisting? Not only is it difficult to engrave, but it is also difficult to create.

“Unless if it is made of wood ..” carpenter Zerbio shook his head in doubt. In his eyes, the heart was just a black substance. He doesn't know where it can be used. All he knew was that it would never be used for wood work.

“What do you think?” Zerbio asked Berthold.

“I think the same.”

Berthold was just a tailor. He knew nothing but to the thread, the needle, and the cloth. This was the first time he had seen the dragon's heart.

“I don't have the slightest clue.”

They are aware of which objects create mana. They even understand which ones accumulate in the heart. They also found that it was stronger than insisting. It must have been an amazing object, but the problem is ‘its efficacy’, because it is big and heavy.

“This is what I think ..” Berthold slowly speaks, “I think we need that person's help.” Apparently, he was referring to someone among the three craftsmen who had yet to arrive.

“She can definitely help us.”

“He's not an artist! He's just a mechanic!” denis Protest.

“Are you talking about Flush?” others ask.

“Did you say Flush?” Cleven asked. It was a familiar name for Ian as well.

“Hah? Ah yes! Flush. Sir Flush.”

Siram. Master of the largest technical workshop in all of Greenriver. ‘Siram Workshop’ is where Ian bought his cable tunnel. Isn't the owner's name ‘Siram’?

‘Now I think about it ..’ Ian remembers the first impression he got from Flush.

He was a dark-haired man, just like this Knocking Island craftsman, which was not common in Greenriver.

“I'm sure he used to age in my past life.”

Not the present life, but the past life.

The flush he remembered from then on aged over time. An aging immortal man?

“I think he could have gone undercover.”

It was not necessary to keep his mind into it. After all, they were all witches. Don't they have various ways to look the way they want?

“Dan... what exactly does Flush do...?”

“That person is a little different from the rest of us.” Berthold answered.

“He is not limited to one field. We used to call him an inventor.”

“He is not an inventor to cry out loud! He's a mechanic! Mechanical!” shout Hali.

Berthold ignored him

What he said next clarified Ian's suspicions.

“Although ... he does want to be called a technician.”

“A technician?”

“Why Yes. Technician witch.”

Technician magician Flush.

Ian was sure who he was.

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Then, Ian spoke up, confident. “Continue I know—“

Just then, a small portal opened in the middle of the Knocking Island temple, where all the masterpieces of the craftsmen were gathered.

VRRROOOOM

Everyone was aware of where the voice came from, thanks to his loud voice. Ian looked on in alarm, but the craftsmen did not look disturbed at all.

“Ooh.” They said as if this was an ordinary sight. After all, they had arrived at this island in the same way, except for Ian and Cleven.