Chapter 120
Enchantment
Chapter 120 Enchantment (Part 2)
"Something's not right?"
Snowball circled Zag once, then crossed its paws over its chest, raised its kitten face, and answered confidently, "No, except for being a little chubby!"
Zag was speechless upon hearing this.
Being fed by Mrs. Marsh every day, it's hard not to gain weight.
“That doesn’t count!” Zag said. “I mean, the kind of very special changes, like being possessed by a vengeful spirit, or me becoming someone I’m not like anymore.”
Snowball replied, "No! You look like a stupid dragon!"
"All right----"
It seems that the spells or recipes he learned using his cheat system do not put him in a situation where he can only cast or manipulate them under control.
So he stopped worrying about the problem for the time being and focused on continuing the enchanting process.
The powder had been sprinkled along the rune path of the [Burning Enchantment], and the fine powder of rhodochrosite glowed with a dark red light under the flowing, translucent runes.
Zag extended his hand, placing it over the dagger, his palm about an inch from the blade, and slowly spoke, "I summon you, eternal flame! Hear my words, make the spirits of fire obey me, so that all the spirits of fire in the sky, in the air, on the ground, beneath the ground, on land, and in the deep waters may submit to me. Come, spirits of fire!"
The surrounding magic began to leap and then surge wildly. The runes on the enchanting table seemed to sense something and suddenly brightened.
The lines that were originally languid and flowing became rapid, rushing toward the dagger.
The rhodochrosite powder began to glow, not in the way it appears when ignited, but as a hot and stable orange-red glow emanating from within, like an extended line drawn with flames.
Soon, beads of sweat appeared on Zag's forehead.
He felt as if he had run a marathon; his arms were almost too sore to lift, his whole body was gradually becoming weak and achy, and even his mouth tasted sweet and metallic.
As time passed, faint patterns began to appear on the blade of the dagger, like marks branded on red-hot iron, or like blood vessels spreading under the skin.
"Actually, you can take your hand back now, since the incantation has already been recited."
Snowball lay on the edge of the enchanting table, its tail tip gently tapping the surface, unusually refraining from its sharp tongue.
Zag wanted to listen to Snowball and pull his hand back, but his joints felt like they were rusted, and he could barely move them. He became so anxious that his face turned red.
With a clang, accompanied by a deep tremor from the dagger, all the runes on the enchanting table simultaneously burst into dazzling light, and a flame suddenly appeared out of thin air in the center of the enchanting table, enveloping the dagger and burning fiercely.
As all the runes on the enchanting table gradually faded, the flame also slowly died down, leaving only the demon bone dagger, its blade shimmering with a fiery orange-red light, lying there quietly.
After the light completely faded, the enchanting room was quiet for a moment. Zag remained in the outstretched position, his arm frozen in mid-air, as if he had been struck by a paralyzing spell.
He opened his mouth and found that even speaking was a bit difficult; the sweet, metallic taste in his throat had not completely dissipated.
"Alright, alright, stop posing!"
Snowball jumped off the edge of the enchanting table, circled Zag once, then flew to Zag's arm, patted it with its cat paw, and complained, "The runes are all gone, what are you still holding up your paw for? Waiting for someone to give you an award?"
Zag wanted to roll his eyes, but he barely had the strength to do so.
Fortunately, the cat's paw slapping him brought him back to his arm. He gritted his teeth and slowly pulled his arm back, his shoulder joint making a creaking sound with every inch he moved, just like a rusty old machine.
When his arms finally reached his sides, he leaned back and collapsed to the ground, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath, like a half-dead fish that had been washed ashore.
Snowball trotted up to Zag's head, looked down at him, and mocked him mercilessly: "You're just as useless as those stupid Modos!"
Zhag was panting heavily and had almost no energy left to respond, so he simply pretended not to hear.
After a while, even the snowballs next to him rolled over and started playing with their tails, before Zag finally calmed down and stood up.
The dagger's enchantment is complete, and it looks pretty good; at least the flashing fire on the blade is quite intimidating.
Zag picked up the dagger; the warm hilt was like a hand warmer, maintaining a slightly hot but still acceptable temperature.
If it weren't for the extremely high costs of raw materials and production, the [Burning Enchantment] might actually be usable as a hand warmer.
"I thought I could enchant two at once, but I didn't expect my body to be so weak that I couldn't even enchant one."
Zag looked at the dagger from all angles, feeling somewhat sentimental.
Renting an enchanting room costs 15 gold!
If each enchantment costs 15 gold pounds, plus the cost of purchasing the magical materials used for enchanting, then Miss Ruili's 100 gold pounds payment is really barely enough to make a profit, not as lucrative as one might imagine.
Snowball suggested, "You could ask that Mododo girl named Ruili for some money; she's got plenty!"
Zag replied, "I still need her to open up the aristocratic market for me, so I can have more customers in the future—but you're right, next time I see her, I'll have to plead poverty and at least give her a breakdown of the costs."
After all, enchanting once would take up a whole day of his time. If calculated based on an enchanter's working hours, his price would be that of a slave!
After carefully storing the enchanted Demon Bone Dagger, Zag left the enchanting room with the invisible Snowball.
The bartender, who was reading the newspaper while waiting for Zag, immediately tossed the newspaper onto his chair when he saw him come out, stood up, and said, "I hope you have a good time, sir!"
"Thank you, it went fairly smoothly."
The bartender seemed delighted. As he pulled the ring on the wall and led Zag out of the secret room, he said, "That's wonderful! Since you're also an enchanter, would you be interested in registering your name with us? That way, if we have clients looking for enchanters, we can recommend you!"
Zag retorted, "You take a cut?"
The bartender replied enthusiastically, "It's not much, just 5%, quite low, but you don't need to rent a place to set up a stall, nor do you need to personally deal with customers—we'll handle all the activities you don't want to participate in. Isn't that safer?"
Zag was actually quite tempted, but he maintained a certain composure on the surface and joked, "And it's tax-free too?"
The bartender immediately burst into laughter: "Hahaha, yes, and it's even 'tax-free'!"
Divider line [Enchantment Spell]: Most enchantments require incantations to be chanted during the enchanting process, and are unrelated to rituals.