Chapter 126: Free
Amongst all the books Ben got from his Badlands collection, asides moral, social and historical knowledge there were a lot on various types of professions. One of the most prominent professions were alchemy, array inscribers and surprisingly smithing.
With him being more familiar with the smithing and alchemy profession he indulged himself in the smithing profession and studied it in dept. However, what he saw was a whole different thing all together. It was not all that hard for Spellcasters to remember things over a long period of time, but that comes by increasing the strength of ones Mindpower.
Once the Mindpower isn't increased any new information might push away the old and very distant memories. But, that wasn't the same for Ben. Whereas, he has Lucy, Ben would only have to read a text once and it will automatically be saved. Ready to be retrieved at any time when needed.
So, according to what he has read about the ancient smithing of ages past, it is said that one can imbued elemental magic into swords, spears, or other types of weapon. Now he would say 'what's the difference in the Enchantment spells Ricky and other Spellcasters in The Phantom can do to what the people in the time of the Badlands do?'
This answer comes with different reasons; Firstly, Unspokens and Mages can only boost weapons with specific elements for the user and this in itself has its own down side. Secondly, is that the 'user' mustn't be acquainted to any other element apart from one element throughout his life. Or else the consequences will be disastrous where wild chemical reactions will build up in you and you explode.
Imagine a fire Elemental Swordsman being given an ice enchanted weapon to fight with.
Thirdly; Those using thses such weapons must have a very high vitality to withstand the magic in the said weapon like swords, bows & arrows, warhammer, spears and the rest. If not they too will explode from the magic power they are harnessing indirectly.
So to people it is almost impossible to find a mage who is willing to 'waste' their magic power on mere normies. Yet, even after knowing all this there is another downside. The weapon becomes useless. Useless as in trash, as in one strike is enough to turn it to scrap metal. This happens when the Enchantment spell wears off.
Whereas, weapons imbued with magic during the prosperous time of the Badlands, their weapons don't become trash after the weapon is used for a certain number of times. Instead, the magic power inside the weapon begins to dwindle after continuous use.
Although limited in the number of times it can be used, its power isn't limited like that of an Enchanted weapon. It is a known fact though that no matter how good or finely crafted a weapon, or anything for that matter is, just like Enchanted weapons, they all have their downsides. For weapons such as these it is the materials used to create them and most importantly, the procedures.
Ores, either common or rare wouldn't have been a problem since Advanced-level blacksmith can have access to those, the issue lies on three things.
One; Elemental crystals, this is known to determine the amount of wealth a Spellcaster has. Two; Runes and arrays imbued in the weapon. Three; He smith needed to execute all this to create a real magic weapon.
"If this was over a thousand years ago, I believe all these down sides wouldn't have been a problem. Since they are the ones that made this theory they should have people capable of doing these crafts!" Ben thought aloud and laughed to himself. "Well, since I'm an Unspoken of the first class it shouldn't be hard for me to be able to make one of these masterpieces." Ben said with a new found target to pursue.
Little did Ben know that the qualifications to be able to make a magic weapon comes when he become one step closer to becoming a mage, an Unspoken of the Third Class. Also, he is well aware of the difficulty when drawing the runes on the sword was after he read how the craft was made. To make a magic sword really a magic sword is when the smith is in the process of finishing up the craft and then the runes or arrays are then administered.
Well, this will be one of Ben's numerous filed attempts on something so mind blowing in the art of smithing.
Ben had devoted his time and energy in studying the history of smithing and different types of basic-tire runes that we're used at the time of the Badlands. Those of the Intermediate and Advanced-level are just as they are, advanced. His understanding has yet to reach that extent. Spending the next whole week locked up in his room he finished a few books of a few thousand pages altogether. This is also thanks to Lucy's memory capacity.
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The snow has become a lot heavier with only two days left for the year to come to an end the beginning of another. The maids and servants we're busy for The Ending and Beginning's yearly celebration. Because of Ben's absence during the week he didn't know that so much was happening right outside his door. The whole compound was buzzing with enthusiasm. He was forced to pull a maid and ask what was going on.
"My lord, this is a yearly occasion organized be lady Vivi, as a way of appreciating the workers in the mansion and the restaurant. It is also the best time of the year!" The maid hesitated at first but she answered later on. The more she spoke the more her voice shone with glee.
"Oh really? Since when did this ceremonial event begin?" Ben asked in simple interest. But, the maid looked at him with doubt in her eyes. She was even questioning if he really was the true master of the estate.
"I was told that it began the year the estate was bought, sir." The maid bowed. Ben waved her off to continue with her duties
"Hehe, Vivi do have have ways to get to people." Ben chuckled, thereafter he continued on his way.
Ben walked out of the mansion and into the compound. He dressed almost like a commoner, casual he would say. It wouldn't be a lie if he said he was tired of having the life of a nobleman; it may seem sweet and all but it lacks a lot of things.
Comfort was one of the things the life of a nobleman doesn't have. This is why he would prefer going out on missions as a Hunter or hang around the Blacksmith Guild, even the school would be welcoming to him. At least, in those places he is either a commoner or just another 'weak' Spellcaster or simply low key individual. After walking aimlessly for a while he stopped before a stall where all the horses were kept.
"Hey, boy. How have you been? I bet its lonely and boring around here." Ben said as he looked at the only horse in a compartment meant to hold two or three horses together. Flamion neighed with a high pitch after hearing its masters voice, agreeing to his claim of it being very boring here. "Why don't we hit the road boy?" A neigh of excitement came from Flamion.
Little tiny blades-like wind slashed at Ben's face as he sped on Flamion with full speed along the street. Curses were thrown at them by the passerby on the streets. The red fiery mount burst out with so much strength that it left other horses to shame.
In a short time of a few minutes Ben and Flamion stood on a vast expanse of land. It was the plains outside the city walls facing the forest. In this short amount of time they have both crossed more than five miles without breaks. This was definitely not what a horse could do on a norms.
As they moved with happiness in the air Ben wasn't able to notice that Flamion's body temperature began to rise, but this was a very, very slow increase. Maybe even the beast didn't know of the changes currently going on within it.
Unknown to the two every step Flamion took while he ran on the snow would leave behind a puddle of water formed from melted ice and snow. Well, no one would be finding this little discovery. With the wind blowing it quickly froze the little puddle. The time for the beast to manifest and a mighty beast to be born would be years to come.
"Atta boy!" Ben yell before pulling on the reign slowing the speeding horse to a stop.
This is one of the very few times after Ben came into this world that he felt... free. Free from magic, free from the political hypocrisy, free from standing aloof others, free from this world's social table. He missed his previous life. He missed earth, the technology, his home.
Even though his part of the earth, Africa, wasn't that advanced like other continents he still loved it. But now he knows that there will never be a way for him to return. His main reason to know this is because he died shortly after he fell and most probably have his body buried by now.
He took a deep breath and allowed the cold air to fill his lungs. Hu. He exhaled. Now he has another life and he should be grateful, which he is. Therefore, he should live this life to the fullest.
"Hyaa!"
He spurred Flamion into another sprint, but this time they headed into the woods off the main roads. They jumped fallen trees and made sharp bends that would be hard to be executed with normal horses. And when there is a straight clearing up ahead they would go full speed.
After they stayed in the woods for a few hours they decided to return back to the city not forgetting to receive curses from the bystanders.
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EldestLord53 Do you always feel restricted in life? Just take a deep breath and exhale then lay on your back on the trimmed grass and look up at the sky, the cloud. Think why the clouds don't come down.
I know you have no idea what I'm talking about, I just felt like saying some rubbish.
Seasons greetings lav.
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