บท 136: [136]The Child of Death[3]

"Finally..."

I held the one item I wanted in my hand as I tossed the corpse of a Blood Leopard.

Finally, I have it in my hands.

After 17 goddamn raids, I have it.

The crystallized heart of a blood leopard.

A blood-red gem that is as big as my palm.

Now, I only need to get one more thing to craft what I need, and also a competent blacksmith, and also find 'it'

The only problem here lies in the fact if I can find a competent blacksmith, t won't be any dwarves here to craft the thing needed for 'it'.

I just hope a human blacksmith is capable enough to not mess it up.

"Finally...only a little more and then I'll have it."

"Have what?"

I tensed up as I heard a voice that I had been hearing for the past couple of days.

And for fucks sake, why does he have to do that?

"Can you stop?"

I stared at Aranus as he magically appeared behind me moments ago.

"Sorry."

He apologized, and he asked me again.

"But what do you mean by 'it?"

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Wait...does he not know?