Chapter 119
Enchantment
Chapter 119 Enchantment (Part 1)
"Snowball! Coalball! I bought you honey cheese rolls!"
As soon as he got home, Zag started shaking the bag in his hand.
With the rustling sound of paper bags, two figures darted over like lightning.
"At least you're still somewhat useful! Foolish dragonborn!"
"Awoo—"
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Unlike Snowball, who can spout nonsense as much as possible (since it just sounds like meowing to normal people), Helford can only try to get used to responding to Zag with "Awooo".
It's not a matter of adapting. Ever since he accidentally entered Dirich's hunting grounds and was cursed, he has been living in the wild and has hardly interacted with humans. The humans he encounters are either afraid of him or want to hunt him down, so he cherishes the days when he can live normally in the city, even if he is mistaken for a dog.
Therefore, when he was unsure whether it was only Zag, he always responded to Zag with a "woof" or similar sound.
Mrs. Marsh had expressed her doubts: "Why does the coal briquette make such a strange noise? It doesn't seem to bark like a dog."
Zag immediately covered for Coal Ball: "After all, they're dogs from the North. It's freezing cold there, so maybe dogs there bark like that because they have more wolf blood."
The old lady, of course, believed her son, and suddenly realized what was going on, even praising Herford highly: "No wonder he's so strong and eats so much!"
Yes, although Helford gradually got used to eating two or three meals a day and no longer starved for ten days after one meal, his appetite was still astonishing.
They can even eat ten roasted potatoes.
However, Mrs. Marsh couldn't bear to see Hullford only eat potatoes. She would usually make Hullford and Snowball an extra low-salt or no-salt version of what they ate at home. After the cat and dog protested by going on a hunger strike, Mrs. Marsh compromised and made the low-salt version.
Neither of the two little ones would eat it if we didn't add any salt or spices.
Zag was somewhat helpless, after all, they weren't real cats or dogs, and their tastes were bound to be different from those of real cats and dogs.
Moreover, as a magical creature, it doesn't shed fur from eating salt, so it's impossible for it to eat those pet-themed foods.
After distributing the honey cheese rolls, Zag packed up his things and took Snowball to the Free Drinking Bar.
Yesterday he had already arranged with the bartender to rent the enchanting table today—although the public holiday meant the tavern was closed, the underground business related to the black market, including the rental of enchanting and alchemy tables, was not affected.
Because there were too many weapons to bring all at once, and Snowball believed that given Zag's magical power level—
"Two or three times at most, and you'll be finished!"
So, when Zag rented the enchanting table for the first time, he only brought two daggers with him, intending to test the waters first.
The daytime free drinking area was deserted, perhaps because it was a public holiday; there was almost no one on the streets.
Zag entered the store through the side door and found the bartender humming a song while arranging the wine on the shelves.
"good afternoon!"
Good afternoon, sir!
The bartender seemed pleased, and after greeting him, Zag couldn't help but ask, "What good thing happened?"
The bartender replied, "A public holiday! Is there anything more delightful than this?"
After saying that, he poured a glass of wine for Zag and pushed it towards him: "Sweet white wine, Haiwen. The boss isn't here today, so it's on me!"
Snowball strongly disapproved of this practice of using the boss's belongings to curry favor: "He really doesn't treat these things like his own! The boss is unlucky to have hired a bartender like this! He'll go bankrupt sooner or later!"
But as the one who benefited, Zag happily accepted the bartender's kindness—he couldn't possibly empathize with a capitalist, could he?
He raised his glass, clinked it against the bartender who had also poured him a glass of sweet white wine, and then thanked him.
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Thanks."
The bartender said, "You're welcome. I remember you; you made an appointment to come downstairs today, right, sir?"
"Below" refers to businesses related to the black market, since the entire black market operates underground.
Zag glanced around the room, making sure it was just the bartender and himself, before nodding: "Yes, I've booked an enchanting table."
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"This way, sir!"
As the bartender spoke, he led Zag toward the familiar cellar.
However, the enchanting room is not in the black market, but on the wall opposite the entrance to the black market.
The bartender pulled a ring on the wall, and the door, which was almost integrated with the wall, began to rotate until it was at a 90° angle to the wall, revealing a passage on each side, each large enough for only one person to pass through.
The bartender went in first, followed by Zag. Inside was a larger room, but apart from a few chairs and newspapers that looked like they had been casually placed on the chairs, there was nothing else.
There was no enchanting table or alchemy workbench.
As if sensing his confusion, the bartender pointed to the wooden door on the left wall and said, "Over there, that door leads to the enchanting room. It's unlocked, so you can just go in. But to prevent any accidents, I'll wait for you here until you finish your trial."
Zag then discovered that there was a door on each wall in the room, a total of three doors.
Snowball quipped, "They've hidden it so well; anyone who didn't know better would think they're hiding some amazing treasure!"
Zag thought that perhaps it was because enchanting and alchemy could leak contamination that they were wrapped up in such a complex manner.
The enchanting room, the alchemy lab, and what's the other one?
After making a silent guess, Zag thanked him, picked up his wine glass, and went into the enchanting room with Snowball.
The enchanting table was much larger than Zag had imagined, almost the size of a single bed, and completely different from the round, delicate little tables he had seen in the game.
Transparent runes flowed across the long table, connected by faint lines, giving it a dreamlike appearance.
He took out two daggers and placed one of them in the center of the enchanting table where the runes flowed the most.
This is a bone dagger made of demonic bone, with iridescent scale-like leather wrapped around its short handle, giving it a rugged style.
Of all the enchantments I know, the most suitable one is probably the [Scorch Enchantment].
So he took out the rhodochrosite powder he had prepared beforehand, which he had bought from Rowan, and then carefully sprinkled it little by little to form several rune characters.
When drawing these runes, Zag relied entirely on "muscle memory." He didn't know the principles or why; he simply imagined "[Burning Enchantment]" and naturally began to manipulate the entire process. During the process, he didn't feel anything amiss, such as being manipulated or controlled.
Just like before fingerprint unlocking was available, it felt perfectly natural to get up in the morning and unlock your phone with a gesture.
The reason I brought the snowball over was actually because of this.
"Snowball, did I do something wrong just now?"
Divider line [Demon Bones]: A general term, actually the bones left behind after the death of demons. They are initially contaminated, but will gradually dissipate over time.
Because of its hard texture, strong magic resistance, and high stability, magic bones are often used to make weapons or magical items.
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