Damon immediately stood up and looked for the three blacksmiths. They were out training in the wilderness, but that wasn’t a problem at all. A few concise messages sent through the system were enough to bring them in front of him in less than ten minutes.
Their bodies were scarred, their auras were dense and steady, and their hands were calloused despite the natural regeneration their bodies possessed. Anyone who looked at them would instantly develop an immense respect for them.
"My lord." They all greeted him together, bowing deeply.
The old ghost immediately popped out. "Look at my disciples. No one can beat them in hard work and dedication!" he said proudly, translucent beard fluttering as if caught in a nonexistent wind. His hollow eyes swept over the three men with unmistakable satisfaction.
The three blacksmiths stiffened for half a heartbeat before relaxing, clearly used to their master’s... timing. One of them coughed politely. Another pretended very hard not to get embarrassed, while the third simply bowed again, deeper this time. "Master," he said respectfully. "This lowly disciple greets you."
Damon watched the exchange with mild amusement before raising a hand. "That’s enough. I am short on time at the moment, so we can introduce ourselves properly sometime later. Today, I called you all back because I need something and I need it now."
Damon took out a mask from his inventory. This was the mask he had retrieved from Viola’s corpse when he had killed the woman. When she equipped the item, it definitely had a legendary glow, but after it dropped, it became somewhat dormant and went back to an unidentifiable state.
Damon wanted to equip it. He was pretty sure that would make it reveal more things. However, it was not good to randomly mess with legendary items willy-nilly, especially one that was not his to begin with.
Especially legendary item, previously bound to another player, could have some inbuilt traps. First of all, it was not easy to obtain legendary items this early in the game. For example, all the potential legendary items he had in his possession were incomplete and had limited usage.
Even though the superguilds were probably ahead of him and had better reach and power, he still doubted that they would have managed to get their hands on a fully completed legendary item. If he was not wrong, then there should definitely be some sort of flaw or a trap in the item itself.
Or the other party could have even planted something in the legendary item, already expecting Viola to drop it on her death. He would be an idiot not to be paranoid about this.
Damon turned the mask slowly in his hand, a golden sheen briefly reflecting off its dull, seemingly unremarkable surface. At first glance, it looked inert, almost mundane. But experience told him better. Legendary items never truly went dormant. They simply waited.
"This," Damon said calmly, holding it up, "was taken from a woman after I killed her."
The three blacksmiths straightened, their earlier embarrassment vanishing. Their eyes locked onto the mask, not with greed, but with genuine curiosity. Even the old ghost’s grin faded, his expression turning serious.
"A legendary," the ghost muttered, drifting closer. "This is actually a legendary grade item."


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