Chapter 1029 1028. Don't you 'tehe” me, you little-

1029 1028. Don't you “tehe” me, you little-

Zhu Ling fled through the streets of the Pythian Village. His stars were still hurting and the battering he experienced had also left him hurting all over. But hotter than the burning of his wounds was his indignation and anger.

"How dare these wenches set me up like this!" he exclaimed, to let off steam. He had lost a lot of face today.

"Brother, you should call the people from the Zhu family! What is Minas Mar? Once they face off against true experts, they will see how great the world is!" Zhu Lan, his younger cousin from a subsidiary family branch, advised him.

He was right, although he had come alone to have some fun before the event, there were many of his uncles and their men around Little Gamma, waiting for the tournament.

"If we could rally them...it wouldn't be enough to face Minas Mar, but we probably could take our revenge!" dark desires had returned to his eyes, as he imagined what he would do to that cat girl and the elf, once he got his hands on them.

"Don't forget about me, Brother," his cousin called out, seeing Zhu Ling already pondering about his perverted hobbies.

"Kukuku. Don't worry, I leave them intact enough, so you guys can also have your fun with them!" he laughed happily as if everything was already solved. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Suddenly, a shadow fell over the group of men surrounding Zhu Ling, the shadow of a blacksmith.

...

Sure, the bard had decided to treat life a little more preciously, but he didn't see any reason to show mercy in this case. Master Mountain had already warned them about the culture of the Voracious Cloud Continent.

Cultivators were usually two-faced. Whether they lost fair and square, fled, or begged for mercy, they would plot their revenge afterward nine times out of ten. This was why Seth decided to follow them and give him a chance to prove this wrong.

Well, they were not the tenth case, so the blacksmith decided to have them vanish for good. Surprisingly, "Young Master" Zhu didn't have the kind of near-death warning system that Elder Ho of the Silk River Sect had. Maybe his own clan had hoped for him to fall on Urth.

Or they didn't expect for someone to directly rip his soul out of his body. Now, Seth had six new, big souls in his pocket. Five of which had an ego, albeit a nasty one. After getting his groceries, Seth decided it was time to surprise his girlfriends.

...

After paying for the trashed tavern, using the money from the cronies they caught, and locking the guys away, Mina and the others left the place to return to their accommodations in Minas Mar's branch building at the foot of Little Gamma's Guardian Tree.

Suddenly a man in dark robes stepped in their way. An ominous presence surrounded the strangers as he silently blocked the path.

The Slaughterer's Set, a blueprint given to him by a god, was no easy piece of work. However, it was the difficulty that made Seth happy, since it came from the need of various skills to make it, which were the perfect prerequisites for his <Composer of Fusion> skill to take full effect.

For example, the Usekh, the color that would cover the shoulders, had a similar structure to chain armor, but it asked for a lot of ostentatious embellishments with necessitated the work of a goldsmith. It was the same for the wide belt with a skirt and the bracers. He would be able to bring in all of his master-tier skills for most of the set pieces.

Of course, this also necessitated the fitting materials for the embellishments. It was a good thing he had looted Y-City. He had left most of the equipment to Baker, but he still had the materials of Donnchadh with him and didn't have to return to Minas Mar to get some.

His first stop after getting up was the in-house restaurant for breakfast and then he found the local manager for an empty room where he could set up the workshop. After getting everything ready, he started summoning his forge, anvil, furnace, and so on and so forth, and lastly Sivri. He didn't summon Cerberus because the blacksmith golem was busy making items for Minas Mar.

"Urgh," Sivri exclaimed when she appeared.

"What's up?" the blacksmith asked at her sudden reaction.

"I can smell what you did for the past three days. Maybe you should wash up before we continue?" the golden dwarf suggested.

"oh...Sure," Seth answered embarrassed and quickly used <Live Style> magic to wash up. "Better?"

"Slightly," Sivri said with a nod.

"...Wait a minute! You can't even smell!" the bard exclaimed indignantly.

"Tehe!" she laughed, sticking out her tongue.

"Don't you "tehe" me, you little-" "Okay, okay, enough joking. Should we start? You want to make the slaughterer's set, right?" the dwarf hurriedly changed the topic. Still a little peeved, Seth took a deep breath. He would make her pay for this.

"... Fine, here," he said and unloaded a pile of uncut gems from Donnchadh's hoard on the floor.

"You do have the gem cutter skill, right? Here is a stuff of stones and the shapes I need. Can I leave the processing to you?"

Although the blacksmith was able to copy the process of gem cutting by using his ability to forge anything with Charon's Obol and <Energy Manipulation>, it was not the same. After all, there was a whole class specialized in gem cutting alone. There were benefits in the correct cut, that Seth couldn't achieve by just shaping some stone. Sivri was not a gem cutter, but she had a skill for it, which was a lot better than not having it when talking about the performance of the gem. The right cut could raise a stone by a whole tier or two.

"Alright," she said obediently, facing the huge pile of gems Seth left for her.