Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4262

Chapter 4262: A Strong Deterrent (Part 2)

"Yes, sweetie, call me ’mom’ again." She cooed at the baby boy, who happily obliged. "I mean, can I help you with something, sweetie?"

Menadion tried to pretend she had been talking to Solus all along, but like a fridge salesman in the Arctic, nobody was buying it.

Solus frowned at her mother just as long as Faluel glared at her with an envy burning with the intensity of a thousand suns, before bringing her up to speed with a mind link.

"I’m sorry, but unless the Blade Weapon crafting techniques have been revolutionized after my death, that’s just not possible. Considering that Davross is still as common as water compared to a Forgemaster who can craft Blade Weapons, I doubt there has been any progress in the field."

"Why is it impossible?" Faluel needed sheer willpower to focus on Menadion. "I can understand it might be difficult for a normal Forgemaster, but you possess a mage tower and have performed miracles in your life. Like with Solus."

"Because crafting a Blade Weapon requires that the Forgemaster knows your mana flow and that of the spells that he will turn into enchantments like the back of his hand." Menadion replied.

"The first phase is studying the client, coming to understand them and the way they employ their magic better than they do. Then, it comes the crystals and runes placement, and that can’t happen without the Ears.

"After that, the Forgemaster has to weave the spells of the client’s choice into enchantments without them losing their compatibility with the client, and finally assemble them into a power core that amplifies that compatibility.

"The spells and runes may be yours, Faluel, but it’s Lith and Solus who have to imbue them into a Blade Weapon. To do that, they need to reach absolute mastery not only of their craft, but of every single rune they employ as well.

"The method you suggested is no different from hiring an expert tailor to make you a gala dress, yet never letting him see you and take your measurements. All he can do is read your three sizes and height from a piece of paper.

"He can make a great dress, but it will not fit you as well as if he had the opportunity to size you up and will require countless adjustments after it has already been completed."

"I see." Faluel sighed. "Do you have any suggestions, Lith?"

"I’d start by going to Grandma to dismantle your weapon." Lith said. "Solus and I are not good enough at Creation Magic to do it ourselves. Not with all the cloaking runes your equipment has.

"Also, if there’s someone who knows the standards of current Blade Weapon crafting, it’s her. If there’s a way, Grandma will at least give us a hint. If there isn’t, we won’t have to waste time on a dead-end project."

"Well? What are we waiting for?" Faluel quivered in anticipation.

"You know the answer to that." Solus replied. "Or rather, you should."

Lith had to break down the news of his departure gently. Even though it was just for a short while, everyone preferred to get back inside the Mansion, not to take risks.

"Don’t worry, Lil Bro, I’m not going anywhere this time." Tista said.

"None of us is." Nalrond nodded. "If any more Awakened come looking for trouble, they will find plenty."

The tower Warp to the Desert took one heartbeat, but Solus started immediately to charge it for the trip back.

"What brings you here, Featherlings?" Salaark asked, staring at Raldarak with sparkling eyes. "It’s too early to interrogate your prisoners."

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