In the evening, Fioz had a pleased smile on his face as he watched the three who had disappeared for a few days without seeing each other walk back talking and laughing.
Looking at his daughter, who had pushed her way through the door, he encouraged:
"That's right, Eleazar, follow him around like hell and get him used to your presence."
Fina blushed slightly and twisted her head away, "Don't be a deadbeat and follow him!"
Fioz was speechless, "Also, this habit of getting angry when you're shy better change too."
"By the way, when the witch is no longer useful to him, let's find an opportunity to finish her off, and if it's too late to set up the ceremony, then put her in a sarcophagus and sink her straight into the ocean."
Thinking about that scene in the divination screen where he was forcing a smile on his face, Fina's mouth responded softly.
"Uh..."
Transcendentals meet, and by that law of mysterious inevitable mutual attraction, which drives away a witch today, there may come a dragoness tomorrow.
Obviously the Witcher's motto is to never trust outsiders, staunch lone wolf survivalism.
But she realized that the two generations across the street couldn't do it.
There are very few people who can endure that kind of loneliness in that dark world of maddening isolation.
It was a godsend that they, people with different missions, could come together in trust with each other.
I don't know what means the witch used to eliminate her killing intent, and followed him with a deadpan...
Fioz looked at his daughter with a straight frown on his face not knowing what he was thinking.
Suddenly he got up and pushed her out.
"Go over there and watch your man!"
"Boo!"
Behind him, the tailor's store door slammed heavily.
Fina grimaced and let the enchanter in through the window, opening the door of the defunct clock store.
Looking around the house, she made her way to the underground lab and watched as the two men tested the artifact.
The silver ring that was wedged in the Witcher's legacy book.
Fina slowly walked down the steps and softly explained, "Don't try it, it's just two traits."
"Transform and extinguish the light."
"The energy that can materialize everything that is infused..."
"It absorbs light..."
Fina looks at Eleazar, "But your father took it with him and slipped right into a church to pretend to be a devotee..."
"This thing can absorb holy light?" Evelea was instantly overwhelmed with astonishment.
This ability was definitely a well-deserved artifact for them, the Hidden Sequencers!
Eleazar was puzzled by the origin of the silver ring, "Where did this come from?"
And extinguish the light, anyone who knows how to make such props must have been silenced by the church.
"I don't know, your father said he found it in the legacy book."
"A prop left over from ancient times..."
Eleazar looks at the silver ring for a moment and just puts it away.
Fina held up her hand faintly, "When you don't need this anymore, use it as a wedding ring."
This is to set a wedding date, when they have no more worries, no more worries, do not need to go all over the world to hunt magical creatures to promote, they will get married ...
The air around them, instantly solidified.
The witch lifted her head and eyed him.
Eleazar shook both of their hands lightning fast, "Yes!"
In the next second, hands were simultaneously thrown away, and both men coldly clasped their shoulders and twisted their heads.
Escaping, Eleazar secretly wipes away a cold sweat.
As for who to give the silver ring to when the time comes, wait until then...
Looking at the already angry pair, Eleazar bitterly smiled and fiddled with the fireplace.
Well, the temperature's about right.
The transcendental material on the table is phantom scales, gills, half a siren's spine...
Gills can be configured for underwater breathing magic potions as well as storm pathway origin magic potions, which are honestly worth quite a bit, but none of them can use them.
Phantom scales were undoubtedly the best choice for making armor, but unfortunately one did not know how to forge them.
In fact, he couldn't build equipment at all, he could just create some small props.
"Well, it's a bit of a waste..."
The witch turned her head, glanced at his face, and said quickly:
"It's not wasted, I like whatever you make it into!"
Fina glanced at the desktop and narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, what about mine?"
Watching the two have a tendency to fight again, Eleazar hastily interrupted, "This is Evelea's share of the loot, I'm just processing it for her."
"Yeah, we hunted hard together~"
Hiss...
"Oh? Yes?" Fina looked down and played with the green silk scarf on her wrist.
With being awakened, the prop emitted a hazy glow.
The Witch's eyes instantly froze.
This woman, after all, had gotten her hands on the Transcendent Prop before herself.
"Whoa!" Evelea cried, running out of the lab.
Well, they split the difference.
Eleazar gave Fina a hopeless look.
"Why are you always mad at her?"
"She pissed me off first!"
"..."
Eleazar sighs and shoves half of his spine into the furnace.
While the material was being melted down, he went back to the gem pile and found an egg-sized sky blue stone, which he worked on silently.
Both of these would certainly make a very good wand if given to a Sequencer of the High Tower Pathway.
But he was only halfway decent at Mystic Processing, and he was doing his best to bring out the original abilities of the material.
Fina watched faintly as the snake-spined short staff came out.
"It's a shame, it would have been more perfect if it was enchanted, but this mutilated item suits her."
Eleazar swings the short, arm-length staff, testing the feel of it.
Well, the durability is very poor, and like their own skeleton gauntlets, they can't be hit hard by an external force, a characteristic of disposable props.
Fina cocked her head as if thinking of some funny scene, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.
"If she ever gets mad and uses it to knock you out, this thing breaks."
"This guy can't be that stupid..."
Eleazar thought with a somewhat complicated face, his tone filled with uncertainty.
Fina collected her laughter, "Okay, I'm not mad at her anymore."
"You killed Naga together, the spine is hers now, so these two items are yours, right?"
Eleazar thinks for a moment and nods slightly.
"Well, I suppose so."
"Then the phantom scales are mine."
Fina finished speaking and took away the bottle full of transcendent scales that they had painstakingly peeled off one by one.
This thing, like the gills, they had no way of dealing with, and thinking that Uncle Fioz was a tailor and might be able to weave something, Eleazar let her have it.
Checked the battle readiness.
"Well, after all that fun, the Silver Bullet is down to its last clip, let's see if we can ask about the private arms factory from the druid tomorrow..."
Eleazar thought wistfully as he walked out of the lab with his Serpent Spine Short Staff.
Coming to the second floor bedroom, he found the witch who was sulking, broke her head over and kissed her up, waiting until she was about to suffocate before slowly separating.
"Here, here's your present."