With the entire front of this shack serving as a distraction aimed to deter any potential onlookers from looking deeper, the real content of the room in the very middle of the building was really rich.
Various ingots stacked against each other and pilling under the st.u.r.dy walls, three big forges and seven anvils, set of good quality tools hanging from the hook on the special stand… In short words, this place had everything that I could ever require to enjoy crafting!
Not willing to waste any time, I quickly fired up the forges with quick fireb.a.l.l.s. Just the fact that entire blast got contained within the confines of the tool proved how intricate it was. If I were to do so back in the smithy in the sect, more than half of the energy would get transferred outside of the forge, making it a bit harder to start the fires.
As the coal started to slowly heat up, I sat on one of the stools for a moment, thinking about what kind of weapons should I make. While it sounds like a simple task since anything that would come out of my hands would be an insanely valuable commodity in this city, I wasn"t just going to earn from it.
For once, I couldn"t make any sabre. With the division of the sects by the weapons they were using, creating something that only the rival that I was aiming to hurt could use, would be simply meaningless. Even if I managed to sell it to someone else, sooner or later, it would fall in the hands of dracons, allowing them to learn about the entire scheme.
With that in mind, I threw the first few iron ingots into the crucible placed in the forge. Considering how noob"s smasher sold for a big sum, using intricate ores like myrthrill or orichalc.u.m would force me to make something of a quality that would prompt half of the city to investigate how did I get my hands on it! While creating a single piece far greater than anything that those countryside folks ever saw was okay, I had to limit myself to just a single piece of art!
As soon as the iron in the forge started to slowly melt, I ignored the slight pain and threw a single clomp of coal inside the liquid metal. While this way of creating steel would make its quality far worse than what I was capable of doing with my current ability, I had to create a fair bit of bad weapons to hide the real pearls among them!
With the mixture still in preparation, I searched through the stone forms lying around the place. After picking some of the most ordinary sword shapes, I lined them before grabbing the crucible with special pliers and pouring its content into the forms.
The second that last droplet of metal left the container, I placed it back into the forge, infused the fire with few surges of my energy and dropped a few more iron ingots inside. This time, however, I added quite a bit of more expensive metals inside, trying to control the quality of the future weapons by creating an uneven mixture of various metals.
As the metal started to heat up and slowly melt under the constant onslaught of the fire tongues emerging from between the burning coals, I rummaged through my storage ring, picking up quite a bit of different materials and ores.
Bogner, would you be so kind as to bring the item randomizer for me?
"Blop!"
"Activating system tool "Item randomizer!"
The second that a familiar sphere of s.h.i.+ne appeared in front of my eyes, I started throwing random mixes of materials and ores. Since I couldn"t predict the effects of this ability, I limited myself to using up all the spare content of my storage ring, taking out various pieces of art, jewellery and equipment that appeared after a short delay.
I have to admit something that I never thought that I would. Just watching the system do its work was far better than anything that I saw on TV back on earth.
Depending on the amount of stuff that I placed inside the s.h.i.+ning sphere, the process of melting everything, mixing it up and creating a shape out of a single blop of the semi-liquid mixture would take between few seconds and even a full minute.
Just watching how various ingots, teeth, claws and bones of different creatures were losing their shape, just as if they were a living being on the fictional world when Thunos snapped his fingers, only to mix with the rest of the content placed within the sphere and take a completely new shape… It has the same charm as watching for a few hours how a hydraulic press was smas.h.i.+ng various items!
At some point, I got soo immersed into this little show that I actually threw an ingot of Namatrium and actually the one heavenly stone that I hid back then, unwilling to give up all my stockpile!
This time, I watched with a pained heart as those valuable materials were remade into something that I couldn"t even name. When it dropped down from the sphere, I got so mad at losing those valuable materials, that I simply cancelled the randomizer tool with a swipe of my hand, before throwing this new item on the anvil and turning around to take care of my actual crafting.
With a formidable pile of valuable trash already formed within my storage ring, I couldn"t be bothered to make more of this stuff anyway. After pouring the molten mix of the metals into another line of the various forms, I made sure for every last drop of the mixture to leave the crucibles that I was using, before ignoring it altogether and turning my attention back to the forms I took care off a bit before.
Smas.h.i.+ng the rock into bits with just a single kick, I collected the seven blades, before piling the up of one of the tables, before infusing them with a surge of my energy and dropping my hammer down on them.