When Liam returned back to the elven settlement, he made sure to wash off the thick stench of blood. He directly walked over to the blacksmith building to enter the forging room once again.
Weirdly, the building looked deserted, with fewer elves than usual. Even the guards assigned to him were missing, but Liam ignored it and went straight into his room.
Almost an entire day had passed by since he started farming for the orbs, and he was now ready to try forging the item once again!
Liam started with tossing the ores in the furnace and repeated all the steps until the end which was the most important part. But when he reached this last stage, he did not continue any longer.
He stopped and took out the special item from his inventory, a small brown orb. He brought it close to the raw, unrefined weapon, and the metallic ore instantly sucked in the orb as if it was hungry and starving for it.
Liam gulped and immediately started hammering the semi-finished staff. This was it. This was the last part, and if he could just go through this…
A lot was riding on this single thing, and his blood was boiling as he felt the energy thrum against the weapon wanting to break free. Just getting the orb was clearly not enough.
When forging the weapon, Liam could feel that he needed to condense a lot more earth elemental energy to perfectly forge the weapon, which he had done now using the orb of earth.
However, he now still had to make sure that the elemental essence was perfectly infused with the metal. Thanks to the recipe from the elves, he already had the best materials suited for this, but he had to also force this equilibrium using his own mana.
If he had an innate high affinity for the earth element, this would have been a lot easier. Since that was not the case, he had to work with what he had.
Liam closed his eyes and focused his very best as he struck the hammer against the weapon, injecting his mana every time he did. His mana core churned non-stop as he continuously worked to subdue the weapon.
Loud hammering sounds echoed in the room, and Lyana, who pushed the door open to enter, stopped in her tracks. The scene in front of her was simply too amazing.
She could feel it. A strong weapon was being birthed at the moment.
She gasped lightly, holding the fox close to her chest, and silently observed Liam from afar, not even daring to breathe loudly lest it disturbs him.
And just like that, she ended up standing still for the next two hours, when finally a loud explosion resounded through the room. The energy built up became too unstable and lashed out.
Lyana's pale white, elegant face became covered in smoke and soot, and the poor fox in her hand was also subjected to the same fate as the soft white fur became all black.
"Cough. Cough. When did you come here?" Liam chuckled, looking at the two blackened figures. He also had the same disheveled appearance, but he couldn't care less about it right now.
He was this close to finishing the forging process. He apologized to the elf and hurriedly chased her out, wanting to try the process all over again.
"Sir Liam, I… there is an auction going on." Lyana had actually come here for this purpose, but she almost forgot it after seeing the exquisite forging technique in person.
"Oh?" Liam's interest was piqued. He had a feeling that just like the Milky Way auction house, this one would also be special, so he definitely wanted to take a look. "How long does the auction go for?"
"It starts today evening and ends at nightfall," Lyana answered.
Liam nodded. There were still 12 hours for him to give the weapon another try. This was good enough. He made plans with the elf to meet again in a few hours and quickly got down to business.
Outside, the streets of the elven city were slowly becoming crowded with the elves pouring in from several cities, all for the sake of the auction. After Lyana cleaned herself up and the fox, she once again walked over to the blacksmith building.
It was a little earlier than the scheduled time, but she wanted to see the forging of the weapon again. But when she got to the building, a familiar face greeted her.
"Lady Lyana, fancy meeting you here. Again." A tall, handsome elf stood rooted in front of the building.
"Lord Saevel. Greetings." Lyana was speechless. This person never paid much attention to her before, but now all of a sudden, she had run into him twice already.
"Greetings, my Lady. Would you be interested in accompanying me to the auction house today? I heard that some rare potions are going to be auctioned today evening. It is going to be a rowdy event."
"Ah, Actually, Lord Saevel, I have some business to attend to. I will be heading to the auction house after that. I do not want to inconvenience you by delaying things." Lyana awkwardly laughed.
She then proceeded to step aside and enter the building when the elf appeared in front of her once again, blocking her path.
"Not so fast, Lady Lyana."
Seeing that he was not even being subtle anymore, the woman glared back at him. "Lord Saevel, what is this?" He might hail from a noble family, but she was also from one, so she did not back down easily.
However, the elf merely chuckled. He casually raised his hand and said, "Calm down. Calm down. I just want to talk to you about another important thing."
"That would be?"
"I suggest that you stop spending any more time with that human being. He is just a useless piece of trash."
"Watch your words, Lord Saevel. Sir Liam is my guest." Lyana scoffed at him and walked past the elf, who was still only smiling wide.
"A filthy human shouldn't have been allowed here in the first place. It won't do any good to anyone. I am just trying to look out for you as a friend." The elf's voice rang loudly behind her.
Lyana ignored him and continued to walk inside the building, quickly reaching Liam's room.
She wanted to watch the forging process again, but when she entered the room, she found the human already seated and resting. It looked like she had missed it.
"Shall we leave?" Lyana awkwardly asked.
She did not pry about the results of the forging since it was not really a surprise. Crafting an Epic-rank weapon was not something easily accomplished.
The two of them then silently headed over to the teleportation gate where the auction house was located.
