"I'll try my best, but it will have to wait till after the mortal championship," Oli reminded him. "But I won't lie. After feeling how comfortable this mace is, I'm also anxious to get my next weapon."
Zelsh was smiling beside the young cultivator. "Is there anything else you need to pass over before I take you two to Iron Town?"
"Yes," Ryssel spoke up. Together, the father and son duo took out a frosted mantle each. "Though Rykard didn't have time to make two frosted mantles, I managed to throw one together during the allotted time. So this gives you five mantles in total, enough for your team, correct?"
Glad to see that, Zelsh accepted the mantles and stored them away. "I'll gift them to the team after I get back from Iron Town. Anything else?"
Rykard eccentrically shook his head. "Nope. Take us away so we can start making that gear for everyone in Iron Town. I'm especially excited to meet this secret king."
