CH329

“Bastard rings? Really, isn’t that a little tasteless?” His teacher asked him after flipping through the couple hundred pages of notes Ben had written, getting a shaky thumbs up in return.

“It’s the ring system of a bastard, it works,” Ben said weakly, still feeling the effects of buying what he needed to with Thera the night prior. “The other option was assface rings and honestly that just doesn’t have the same ring to it, you know?”

“Huuh, you’re not wrong but it doesn’t mean your first choice is good. Still, I get you went through a lot figuring it out and I honestly think Iberu will get enough of a kick out of it that he won’t have an issue pushing it through.”

“If anyone complains just tell them I say that’s the actual name and I’m just trying to honour the last will of the god who made it by passing it on faithfully.”

“Not one part of that was true.”

“And only you and I know it.”

Shaking his head, Falk gave up, instead focusing on the god bones in his shop, dry and ready to be worked. Much to Ben’s displeasure, he wouldn’t be able to make many items with them himself, Falk was the better of the two of them by a large margin still, but it wasn’t all bad news for him. He’d be doing some of the simpler work on them as well as the majority of the enchantments, and from what he’d been able to learn from his one sample piece he was allowed to practice on, he’d be gaining a positively insane level of experience from it. His current method already let him place significantly more enchantments than the standard weave method, and he could triple the quantity on something that was enhanced with a god’s bones.

So that was how the day went. Myriad in his head, letting him know who would be getting what so Falk could make it, while he took the items once they were cool enough to handle comfortably, applying enchantments in a way that would compliment the wielder’s skills best.

It was long, difficult work, draining him of mana more than normal as he tried to get everything done as fast as possible without sacrificing quality, but as he looked at each one he couldn’t deny it was worth it to take part in their creation, at least a little.

Falk had told him in the past that it was ridiculously hard to get an item out of the rare ranking without applying enchantments to it, but anything made from the bones of a god would do. Each item that he was handed was listed as high ultra-rare in his eyes, with the only sad bit being that after his enchantments went down they were still in that same tier.

He didn’t have any illusions about it. He understood that the gap between high ultra-rare and low-legendary was a massive one, a barrier an enchanter typically needed either multiple awakened skills or an extremely high level of one to break.

And I can’t exactly just throw my sacrilege on there willy-nilly to try and up its value.

Even if it hadn’t made it any higher yet though, that was likely to change when it got back into his teacher’s hands as Falk added a few finishing enchantments to it to complement the ones Ben added himself.

He could only imagine what the ones his teacher was going to enchant would achieve, assuming they would easily make it to mid-legendary, even if getting to high legendary wouldn’t be a guarantee, let alone anything mythic. Now that he spent a bit of each day playing with the archive he understood just how high of a hurdle that was.

The fact that god bones enhance the power of enchantments on top of everything else is going to be doing a lot of the heavy lifting too. Oh man, I just want to make it to legendary on my own so freaking badly!

Both of them were completely absorbed by the task that they knew would take them weeks, knowing they’d likely never get the chance to use a material like that again in the future, but despite how much they both enjoyed it, his teacher put a strict end to the day.

“Awe man, but I can definitely go on longer Falk!”

“Nope. Something like this, we’re doing it as right as we can so we’re ending early today.”

“Oh fine,” He said, giving in easier than he wanted to for the simple fact that he had other things to do. Things he could potentially drag his favourite yeti into as well. “In that case, think you’d be free to give me a hand with something then?”

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“Depends I guess, what did you have in mind?”

“I need to buy a house. After I just want a hand building a greenhouse if you’d be up for it.”

Buying the house had been easy enough. With enough people having left Stonewall with the invasion, he had even been able to get one in the same area as Sonya’s, convenient considering what he needed it for.

The only reason he’d bought it at all was because he needed space for the greenhouse he wanted to build, not wanting to take up the entire backyard that Sonya had been training in with a project that might not even work, so after spending far too much for an experiment, he got Falk to help him set the whole thing up.