Chapter 82: What can you Offer Part 2

Chapter 82: What can you Offer Part 2



Halamar's eyes widened at the sight of the strange, compact weapon Vincent held out. The SIG Sauer M17 American pistol was unlike anything the elven enchanter had ever seen.

"What manner of weapon is this?" Halamar asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and intrigue.

Vincent held the pistol with practiced ease, demonstrating its features as he spoke. "This is a SIG Sauer M17, a semi-automatic pistol. It's a standard-issue sidearm for military personnel from where I come. It uses a magazine to store cartridges, which are then loaded into the chamber automatically as the weapon is fired."

Halamar leaned in closer, his eyes studying the weapon with fascination. "And how does it function?"

Vincent continued his explanation, pointing out various parts of the pistol. "The firing mechanism is relatively simple. When the trigger is pulled, a striker hits the primer of the cartridge, igniting the gunpowder inside. This explosion propels the bullet down the barrel and out of the weapon. The recoil then ejects the spent casing and loads a new cartridge into the chamber, ready for the next shot."

But Halamar couldn't quite picture the weapon in action just from the explanation alone. Vincent noticed the enchanter's curiosity and offered a practical demonstration.

"Would you be able to provide a target for me to demonstrate?" Vincent asked, glancing around the chamber.

Halamar nodded and reached under the stone table, retrieving a spare ceramic jar. "This should suffice," he said, handing the jar to Vincent.

Vincent accepted the jar and moved to the far side of the room, setting it up on a sturdy pedestal. He then returned to his original position, standing a few meters away from the target. Halamar and King Thandor watched intently as Vincent readied the pistol.

"Alright, I'll show you how it works," Vincent said, taking aim. With a steady hand, he squeezed the trigger. The pistol fired with a sharp crack, and the bullet hit the jar dead center, shattering it into pieces.

Halamar's eyes widened further, and King Thandor raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed. "Remarkable," Halamar murmured, stepping closer to inspect the remains of the jar. "Such power and accuracy in such a small device. I can see why you would want it enchanted."

Halamar gathered more mystical items, including a vial of glowing blue liquid and a small, ancient-looking crystal. He placed them beside the pistol and began chanting again, this time in an even more intricate and melodic tone.

"This enchantment will infuse your weapon with a regenerative counter-curse," Halamar explained as he worked. "It disrupts the natural healing abilities of any creature struck by the bullets, making it extremely effective against beings like the Demon King Generals."

The blue liquid was carefully poured over the barrel of the pistol, causing it to glow a deep azure. The crystal was then placed on the grip, embedding itself seamlessly into the metal. Halamar inscribed more runes onto the weapon, each glowing brightly before fading onto the surface.

After several intense minutes, Halamar finished the enchantment. The pistol now emitted a steady, pulsating blue light, and Vincent could feel a faint hum of power when he held it.

"It is ready," Halamar announced. "This should provide the magical potency you require." Vincent nodded, appreciating the craftsmanship. "Do you have another target? Preferably with the one with regenerative capabilities."

"Well, we do have rodents here that I have infused with regenerative capabilities," Halamar said as he grabbed a cage from a nearby shelf. Inside the cage was a small, wiry rodent with bright, intelligent eyes that watched them curiously.

Halamar carefully took the rodent out of the cage and placed it on the stone table. He drew a slender, ornate knife from his belt and, with a swift motion, made a shallow cut on the rodent's side. Almost instantly, the wound began to close, the skin knitting back together until there was no trace of the injury.

Vincent observed closely, impressed by the speed of the regeneration. "Remarkable," he murmured.

"Indeed," Halamar agreed, placing the rodent back on the table. "Now, let us see how your enchanted weapon performs."

Vincent took a deep breath, aiming the glowing blue pistol at the rodent. He pulled the trigger, and the room was filled with a sharp crack as the bullet sped towards its target. The rodent was struck and instantly fell still, a small, singed hole where the bullet had entered. The regenerative process did not start. The rodent lay motionless, showing no signs of

healing.

"Okay..." Vincent uttered, finally convinced. "Let's talk about the contract."