"So, how was your stay?"
Ivor opened his eyes after hearing Noah's words and, as always, it took a while for him to gain clarity.
He didn't answer and simply handed Noah three thousand Credits.
Noah was surprised, he had left him only two thousand Credits and the Moon needles.
"What was the value of my creations?"
Ivor snorted softly and cleaned his nose with his sleeve.
"Those old geezers, they wanted to lower the price because they believed that the items were stolen. Yet, they shut up once they saw the element that the needles had."
Noah waited for him to continue.
"One thousand and five hundred Credits. Sadly, they were two-use weapons or their value would have skyrocketed. You should be proud of yourself, not many inscribed items can silence those arrogant inscription masters. You might climb to a higher social status if you invest more time in the forging."
Noah ignored his words and took out his sabers to inspect them carefully.
He still didn't repair them after his last usage of the Demonic form and their shapes showed some slight cracks.
'My power has increased too much, my current weapons can barely withstand it.'
Every time he used the partial Demonic form, his sabers would undergo a corrosion.
The toxic smoke was too powerful and wild, it was impossible to completely control it even for its user.
'Luckily, the creator of the spell managed to consider my clothes as a part of my body or I would end up naked every time I use it. Sadly, that's the best he could do, this feature can't be exploited in any way.'
Noah injected his "Breath" in the sabers and the inscriptions lit up, fixing the broken spots and sharpening the blades again.
"Those are nice weapons, they might be worth a few thousand Credits."
Ivor judged, looking at the silver blades.
"Did they ask about me?"
Noah could not sell his sabers since they were his only weapons so he changed the topic of their conversation.
"Yes, but I've only given vague answers. It won't be much before they find who you are though, your element is too rare to go unnoticed."
Noah nodded, he expected that much too.
After his sabers were fixed, he put them back in his space-ring and stood up, signaling Ivor to follow him.
"Let's go back to the guild and find a new habitation."
"What? But we still have more than half a month of paid rent left!"
Ivor complained but Noah just shook his head.
"You said that yourself, I won't be anonymous much longer. I need to start forging and I'm afraid that this whole building might explode due to my failures in my new creation."
Ivor's eyes widened and a big smile appeared on his face.
"Will you stop testing and attempt in something serious?"
Noah nodded and smiled too, he had to admit that he was quite excited by his idea.
"I can now have discounts on rank 4 materials, there is no reason to wait further."
As he said that, he exited the room, followed by an excited scrounger.
Chapter end
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