<h4>Chapter 123</h4>


    Unlike his outward appearance that resembles someone that could battle dragons was unfittingly talking about some business. I mean, as an original member of the master craftsmen, what sort of fire log business nonsense was he talking about?


    ‘Perhaps, he was talking about it as an amusement.’


    Ian thought that that could be quite possible.


    He should enjoy a leisure time that he likes to spend the very long life time.


    That would be the only way that he can live without going insane.


    If not, he could be another Craven.


    “Hey, are you still talking about that damn business?”


    “Damn business? In our current circumstances, shouldn’t we try to do something that we can really enjoy like hell? You are the foolish one. Yeah? You guys just think about dying, yeah? You’ve been doing the same thing for the past hundreds of years. Yeah? Don’t live like that!”


    “How many businesses have you bankrupted long time ago?”


    “Hum! It’s different now. I have built experience!”


    As if they were good friends who shared drinksst night, Bertholdo and Jerbio appeared to be close pals. Well,pared to Halia, the husky cksmith and Dennis, the reserved jeweler, Jerbio looked more like an aristocrat.


    “It’s my honor to meet you. I’m Ian Paige. With respect to the business that you’ve mentioned, I will take a look at it as I get more time.”


    “Oh! Are you sincere?”


    “Yes, I am.”


    “Thank you! You must be his descendant as you seem magnanimous!”


    “Haha.....”


    That’s how the light introductions were conducted between Ian and the three master craftsmen that assembled after hearing the dragon rumors. The story leading up to the present time has already been informed by Bertholdo.


    “As you may know already, I desperately need all of your help at this time.”


    All the master craftsmen of different personalities kept their attention to Ian. No matter what has been said, the evesting life has be a curse for them. Ian was their unique chance of freeing themselves from that curse and they wouldn’t consider hearing Ian’s words in passing.


    “Of course, I’m not asking for help without offering something in return. The power ofnguage, which Fran had used to give you the eternal life, I can imitate it. It’s not sufficient yet, but I n to improve it continuously.”


    It is when Ian continued to speak.


    “How can we trust you?”


    There was a voice of doubt.


    Was it Halia, the husky cksmith?


    “That power of thenguage.”


    It was from an unanticipated character.


    It was Dennis, the quiet reserved jeweler.


    “..... Trust or not, that’s your free will. However.”


    Ian stopped speaking for a moment.


    He immediately gathered mana.


    It is better to show by action.


    “I do have trustworthy evidence, though.”


    It was believed to be a magic of the nguage of the dragon’ at one time.


    He began to demonstrate the power of thatnguage.


    (Attar Hakka.)


    Attar Hakka.


    ck fire-flower.


    Thenguage of the dragon magic, which was once demonstrated to the Fairy Queen, was being disyed by shaping it with the power of thenguage. The ck fire-flower as the name suggests, a powerful ck cluster has begun to burn in Ian’s palm.


    “..... It is not an ordinary magic.”


    As the master craftsmen possess the same kind of magical power as the sorcerers, they could immediately recognize that it was not a cluster of fire made with an ordinary mana.


    “It appears to be simr to what the man used to do?”


    The husky voiced Halia also disyed her approval. The power of thenguage permeates with the power of mana, rather than physical voice. They must have certainly remembered the character. As it was not amon urrence.


    “I was afraid that you would ask what this was. I am relived.”


    Speaking facetiously, Ian removed the fireball. At the same time, he was freshly surprised. Not too long ago, if he was to wield the power of thenguage even once, his mana capacity would get depleted. However, he could not feel anything close to depleting at this time. He could say that he did not even have to blink an eye


    ‘Is it the power of the robe?’


    The master piece of Bertholdo.


    ‘Ian Paige Robe.’


    It was definitely a great item.


    “OK! I’ll trust the words of my new business partner. I’ll dly help you! You did not resemble the man’s face however, I suppose the wives of your ancestors must have been all beautiful!”


    Jerbio was the first to decide.


    And he even guessed something that was close to a truth.


    Wife was beautiful. It wasn’t a wrong statement at all.


    “What could I not do if I could die?”


    Halia, the cksmith also made her decision.


    Her unique coarse tone of voice didn’t go anywhere though.


    “.....”


    Dennis, the jeweler, quietly walked as well.


    That is, towards the statue, where the master piece was stored in.


    “Wow....! Then we can wake up Dradragon Number 2, Number 5 and Number 7 too? Number 1 and Number 3 must be happy! You will have many friends.”


    “Krrrr.....”


    “Krrrrreugn.....?”


    Atst, the three master craftsmen stood in front of their respective storage statues. As Craven alluded, Halia stood by the Dradragon Number 2 or the second statue, Dennis at the front of Dradragon Number 5 or the fifth statue and finally Jerbio by Dradragon Number 7 or the seventh statue.


    Woooooong-!


    It was same as when Craven and Bertholdo removed their master pieces. The unique mana flowed into the statues and out through the cracked open mouths, came the views of the master pieces that were stored for several hundred years. What kind of artifacts would they be? Ian observed with his eyes open narrowly.


    ‘First that one looks like a staff for sure.’


    As expected, their master pieces weremon to their respective field of expertise. First, Jerbio’s master piece was a ‘staff’, and although it was made out of birch wood, there appeared to be flowing luster of a well smelted ore.


    ‘That was in a storage box, so..... It must be an essory.’


    The jeweler Dennis’s creation was inside a small unknown storage box. Based on the shape of it, it appeared to be some kind of an ‘essory’ for sure.


    ‘And that ..... A sword?”


    Finally, the master piece created by Halia, the cksmith, was a ‘sword’. It must be the sword that was made for the first sorcerer, Fran Paige, but why did she make a sword?


    “It’s my choice.”


    That’s how Halia responded to that question.


    It was just her choice.


    “A sorcerer doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t have a sword?”


    “..... Yes, that is true.”


    “Although it would be better if a more skilled swordsman would use it.”


    At any rate, three artifacts appeared before Ian’s eyes. Ian was especially interested in finding out the powers of the staff and essory. Wouldn’t they disy the equivalent power as the robe, the artifact that Bertholdo gave him, or beyond that?


    ‘.....?’


    It was when his anticipation was growing fast.


    Ian hesitated, sensing something intrusive.


    ‘What can it be?”


    He was sensing it from very close by. It was not the sense that he detected from the master craftsmen, the artifacts or anything around the Knocking Ind. It was somece much closer, for example.


    ‘Is it from my body.’


    Ian concentrated mana and his spirit.


    It was to locate the source of that disturbance.


    ‘This is.....’


    The strange sense wasing from his body as expected.


    To be exact, it was something that he had in his possession.


    ‘Fairy dust.....?”


    It was when he had renewed the rtionship with the Fairy Queen and the family.


    The pink fairy queen’s powder that he had received from her.


    And the family’s ‘another power’ that he had heard of from her.


    (Help.)


    He sensed the ‘power of life’ from that pink powder.


    The Fairy Queen’s ember that was almost dying out.