I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 113 Staff Modification

Chapter 113 Staff Modification

Wilder hadn't slept all night and was exhausted, but he still decided to go to the Spirit Forging Treasure Shop first.

Firstly, he was genuinely interested in the exact value of the staff from Danube.

Secondly, the owner of the staff was killed by him, and it was very unsafe to keep it on his person.

In addition, there is the most crucial point.

It was early morning, and the streets were nearly deserted, making it the perfect time to go find old Baggins.

Wilder and Talia left the Colt Inn together, and after walking for five minutes, they parted ways at the crossroads.

"After finishing my business at the Spirit Forging Shop, I went straight back to the Colt Inn. I was too tired," Wilder said.

"it is good."

Talia nodded. "You eat dinner first. I might eat with Martha."

「イ亍」

Wilder responded, vaguely sensing that the two were living together as a couple.

It's not bad, though.

After the two parted ways, Wilder hummed a little tune and walked for less than fifteen minutes before arriving at the Spirit Forging Treasure Shop.

Old Baggins was probably at the age where he couldn't sleep at night and had to get up early in the morning. He had already opened the shop doors and was standing on a high stool behind the counter, ready to welcome customers.

"Oh, you've arrived!"

Upon seeing Wilde, he visibly perked up, feeling a strong connection with this novice mage.

He was determined to talk to him as much as possible today. Last time he talked about his experiences at twenty, and this time he would talk about his experiences at least until he was thirty before letting him go.

"Good morning, Mr. Baggins."

Wilder greeted them, but instead of heading to the counter, he turned around and closed the shop door.

"Click."

I also locked it while I was at it.

Baggins was taken aback.

"What are you doing?"

If he weren't very familiar with Wilder, his first reaction might have been that this kid was about to rob him.

"Anyway, no one's coming at this hour, so let's just pretend you haven't opened yet."

Wilder then walked over to him, smiled apologetically, and said, "I wanted to show you something, but I don't want to make a fuss about it."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Baggins understood that he had brought something good.

He tilted his glasses up slightly: "What's that? Let me see."

"Um."

Wilder had just locked the door, but he still glanced back at it.

Then, he took out a strip-shaped object wrapped in coarse burlap from the backpack behind him.

Open it layer by layer.

Inside was an exceptionally exquisite staff.

The light brown staff was polished to a very smooth finish, and the reddish-brown crystals on the staff head were crystal clear and free of impurities.

"This is----"

Old Baggins' eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help but lean forward.

He first touched the shaft of the staff and muttered, "Hazelnut wood base."

He brought his face closer to examine the tip of the staff: "Obsidian crystal."

"None of these are from Ironweave Town."

He suddenly looked up, staring into Wilder's eyes. "Where did you get this?"

"Um----"

Wilder hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should tell Baggins the truth.

Although he was quite familiar with this old man, and he didn't seem like a bad person, killing four adventurers from Danube City was still too dangerous.

At this moment, he even regretted bringing the staff to see Baggins.

"All right."

Surprisingly, Baggins didn't press the matter further. "I was just being too curious. As an adventurer who has also fought in the border forest, I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Wilder breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you know anything about this staff?"

"There's not much to know. This isn't a very old staff; its craftsmanship is quite new, probably less than a year old," Baggins said.

"I see—"

Seeing Wilder's disappointed expression, Baggins smiled and continued, "But that doesn't mean it's cheap."

"I see!" Wilder's eyes lit up.

"The hazelwood is over a hundred years old, and we selected the best section of it. Moreover, this type of tree is quite rare."

Baggins then pointed to the top of the staff, "Obsidian, second only to black obsidian, has an extremely low annual mining volume, and a whole piece this big is very rare."

Wilder listened and nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

No wonder he's a rich guy from Danube!

It certainly didn't disappoint.

"How much is that worth?" Wilder asked eagerly.

"Three hundred gold coins is a fair price," Baggins replied.

Niubi!

"Then I'll sell it to you at a fair price," Wilder said.

"I won't buy it."

Baggins, however, decisively shook his head.

"Why? Isn't three hundred gold a fair price?" Wilder asked, puzzled.

"I have a conscience, but who am I going to sell it to?"

Baggins glanced at Wilder. "This thing has an unknown origin. You might not make any money and end up losing your life. That kind of thing happens quite often."

"Well----"

Wilder expressed his understanding.

Baggins had also been an adventurer, so he was pretty sure he knew exactly how the staff came to be.

Taking over means taking on risks.

"You can keep it for yourself. That's how we dealt with these kinds of things back then."

Seeing Wilder's worried expression, Baggins offered advice, "Anyway, it's a good thing. You can use it for now and make your move when things calm down."

"What benefits does this staff provide?" Wilder asked.

"Hazelwood as the base material increases the smoothness of spell preparation, reduces spell loss, and is sturdy and durable."

Baggins explained, "It's a hundred times better than that oak stick you have now."

Well----

That's not what you said when you recommended the oak staff.

"And what about the crystal?" Wilder then asked.

"Obsidian crystals provide a significant boost to Evocation spells, greatly increasing casting range."

Baggins picked up his staff and glanced at the bright red crystal again. "And if I'm not mistaken, this quality of obsidian can charge a spell three times."

three times!

This is it!

This is the effect that most attracted Wilder.

"But even if I use it myself, wouldn't it be dangerous?"

Wilder said worriedly, "I won't lie to you, this thing is of dubious origin. If I carry it with me every day, I'll be targeted sooner or later."

"Transform it!"

Baggins smiled. "With the help of a professional craftsman, this staff can be completely transformed, so much so that even the original owner wouldn't recognize it."

"Do we have any craftsmen like this in our Ironweave Town?" Wilder asked tentatively.

"certainly."

Baggins chuckled, propping up his mustache on either side of his mouth, and pointed to himself with his thumb. "That's me, Baggins."

Wilder: "————"

Just as expected.

However, he trusted Old Baggins's skills; the last time he replaced the tree spirit crystal, it was quick and well done.

More importantly, he is relatively trustworthy. If such a staff of unknown origin is handed over to someone you don't know well, they might be able to use it against you.

"That----"

"Leave it to me!"

Baggins picked up his staff, smiled, and said, "I'll give you a discount on the modification fee—ten gold coins!"