Varrow soon cast his healing spell on his own body and the injuries created by Nick's magic were healed seemingly in an instant. Varrow also covered himself in a heavy gust of wind, exchanging his ruined clothes for new ones. He then walked over to Nick and commended him in his own way:
"You are a very...peculiar young man. I won't interfere in what type of magic you practise. Oh, was that last spell blade path or sword path, for some reason, I could not tell?"
Nick knew that Varrow could not identify the type because most people on Grand Earth were unaware that rule magic even existed. He took the chance to answer with a lie:
"It was a blade path spell. Nothing to write home about."
Varrow's expression softened and replied jokingly:
"Little rascal, why is it now that you want to act humble? I've had enough of you, just leave already."
Nick was about to do just that but then he remembered Varrow's last display of power and asked:
"What was that power that you used at the end, I thought you weren't going to use your magic?"
Varrow shook his head, his face becoming serious again:
"That wasn't magic. Peerless Sword Technique -Swift Wall. That was what the technique I displayed was. It is an advanced sword technique that makes use of the magical characteristics of my weapon to create a magical effect external to myself. It looks like you don't know much about wielding weapons. There are all sorts of ways to kill or defend in magical combat that don't involve purely casting spells especially if you have a good weapon. You should research weapon techniques sometime to supplement what I teach you here."
Nick nodded his head in understanding, realizing that the world was even bigger than he had thought. Nick then cast Blink and left the combat area, going back to his commercial building. When he got to the entrance, he found Cindy Reece standing there, seemingly waiting on him.
She saw Nick's sudden appearance and spoke grudgingly:
"Your butler wouldn't let me inside."
Nick shrugged his shoulders and replied:
"Are you surprised? He doesn't even know you."
Cindy stamped her right foot in annoyance and retorted:
"You said that we would be friends and you have been ignoring my calls for weeks. What is the matter with you?"
Nick found Cindy's little tirade somewhat amusing so he decided that he wasn't going to get rid of her just yet.
"Come inside and have a meal with me, don't be so petty."
Cindy became a little less irritable when she realized that Nick was not going to blow her off and simply stepped aside so that Nick could lead her into the building.
Nick was not surprised by Cindy's quick change in attitude.
(The mindset of many of these women is obvious to even me by now. They want comfort and the promise of a bright future more than anything and since most of them don't really believe in themselves, they latch on to whoever they think can give them the most benefits while tolerating them reasonably. Well...I take it that that's just something that I had to learn as a part of growing up but I would never really invest in a woman like this. That would be setting myself up for disaster.)
Nick and Cindy went into the building and after they sat at one of the tables on the ground floor, Nick called Dewy and asked him to prepare them both a lunch of baked chicken with brown rice and a side of beef and macaroni. Nick then focused his attention on Cindy, asking:
"What do you want?"
Cindy who was wearing a knee length jeans skirt and a plain white dress blouse looked Nick calmly in the eyes before replying:
"I mainly wanted us to spend some time together because that is what 'friends' do and I also wanted to discuss magic with you. Is that a problem?"
Nick maintained his indifferent expression as he leaned back in the padded wooden chair that he was sitting on. He replied:
"Not necessarily but you cannot come here unannounced and if it is that you expect me to be willing to spend time with you, you should already be aware of how I will demand that to end."
Nick cast Blink so as to appear beside Cindy, to her surprise and then placed both his right index and middle fingers into her mouth, ignoring her slight resistance. Cindy, although surprised soon understood what Nick was getting at and stopped resisting. Instead, she sucked on Nick's fingers for about five seconds before Nick withdrew his hand and cast Blink so as to return to his seat.
Although Nick was internally rejoicing that he was able to act so cool and assertive with the woman like many men he watched in dramas when he was younger, he also felt a little nervous about the whole situation but did not let it show.
(Dealing with people is hard. I bet this woman would stab me in the back the moment that it suited her to do so. That's not a pleasant thought but it's nothing that I haven't already witnessed...)
Nick calmly spoke:
"Now that we understand each other a little bit. Is there anything esle that you want to say?"
Cindy nodded once and then asked:
"How can you afford a place like this? The information I have indicates that you came from a poor background."
Nick thought about how to answer for a while before he finally did answer some seconds later:
"Turns out that I have some business talent among other talents and I made some decent decisions. That's all."
Cindy was obviously unsatisfied with that answer but she knew that it would not be sensible to pry for any more information. She went on to talk about magic and her classes with Nick until Dewy brought food to their tables, after which Nick demanded that they quietly eat.
(Talking while eating makes the food flavorless.)
After they finished eating, Nick brought Cindy to the second floor where he just had her suck on his fifth limb until he was satisfied, not currently being in the mood to get naked with her. He then led her to the entrance again so that she could leave but before she went away, she asked:
"Are you going to contact me later?"
Nick internally sighed and knew that he had to give her some reassurance of benefits for her to remain behaved. He had Dewy bring him a stack of notes that he happened to keep in the building that amounted to £100,000 and then sent Dewy away. He then got close to her, grabbing her buttocks firmly with his left hand and placing his left middle and index fingers at a very sensitive area while handing her the money with his right hand, saying:
"Don't worry, as long as you act sensibly, I won't cast you aside. Just don't show up here unannounced and do not tell people of our association."
Cindy pursed her lips in displeasure. She came from a relatively rich family so she did not really want the money but she was smart enough to understand that Nick was using it to imply something.
(This is probably his way of saying: 'I will give you benefits, just behave.'. I don't like the way that he has grabbed me but If I don't show some sort of submission, he'll likely discard me. I don't like this man very much but Magicians with his evident potential are rare. I have to maintain a connection with him for my own benefit; that's just how society works. I would have preferred if we really could have been just friends but men that aren't naive rarely allow that.)
Cindy took the money from Nick and stored it in her space band before leaving for her dorm. Nick then went to the second floor and took a shower before going to his work area.
"Going forward indefinitely, I will practise using my new mystical language by trying to reword all my existing soul path spells with it as well as work on my soul refining formation, practise using my talents, study books and my inheritances, practise the sword, create more soul healing and beast capture scrolls, work on my rule path spells and meditate."
Nick smiled when he realized just how much work he really had to do and knowing that it would take him a long time to see the greatest benefit from all that work, he shook his head bitterly and sat at his work table to begin the grind.
Five months later...
Nick sat in one of the first floor offices, wearing a striped red and white polo shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and a pair of leather loafers and made a call with his new smartphone. The person Nick was trying to reach soon picked up the phone:
"Hey Carla, I'm just calling you to tell you that I finished creating another batch of soul healing and beast capture scrolls. You should have your people pick them up ASAP."
Carla spoke pleasantly to this very profitable business partner of hers:
"That's good, demand is starting to overwhelm our supply. Why don't you get helpers to assist you in making the scrolls? The Magic Scroll Company is probably very profitable now, right? You can afford it."
Nick replied humbly:
"Carla, compared to you, I am only a poor vagrant, where would I find the time or excess resources to manage other people. I like things the way they are now."
Carla was secretly very displeased with Nick's attitude. Over the last few months, demand for the soul healing and beast capture scrolls skyrocketed, so much so, that even her beast store business benefited greatly, generating her tens of millions of pounds in revenue but through it all Nick, refused to find helpers to drastically increase production.
Although, Nick had been able to adapt and keep pace with the increasing demands for now, Carla wanted to be ahead of the curb in order to secure her benefits but her business partner turned out to be a hard stone, mostly concerning himself with his cultivation rather than making money. Carla replied, keeping her negative opinions to herself:
"Since you refuse, I won't insist any longer. By the way, you should have another exam coming up soon, right? I haven't seen you in person for months. How is your cultivation coming along?"
Nick didn't mind speaking about his progress with this woman since she had only helped him so far:
"I've mostly been doing research and meditating so I think that I should do well on any kind of exam that they give me. Oh, actually, I could use your help with something very sensitive."
Carla was a little surprised, Nick never really asked for her help directly with his magic cultivation.This had bothered her since that meant that she could not get a better hold of him emotionally; Nick had made her into a much richer woman and she wanted to secure her hold on him. Even though she was a rank 4 Magician, she could not force his loyalty and did not have the ability to make him her servant just yet. She cheerfully said:
"Asked away my little money maker."
Nick would never bother trying to decipher the hidden intentions of someone more powerful than him because that would likely get him killed in the world of Magicians so he tried to interact with Carla as 'above board' as possible.
"I need to get my hands on about 100,000 rank 2 magic beast souls. Do you know channels where I could get them."
Carla pondered for a while before replying:
"I do know a company that sells rank 2 magic beast souls in bulk but they are not cheap like normal beast souls. I can set up a meeting with one of their representatives since you want such a huge order so that you can negotiate a discount. I'll text you the time and place of the meet when I've done so."
Nick appreciated how Carla always took the initiative to follow through on helping him. He thanked her for her help:
"Thanks, Carla. If you don't mind, I'd like that meeting to happen as soon as possible."
Carla replied simply:
"No problem."
She immediately hung up the phone and Nick focused on his thoughts:
"The end of year exam should be in a few days, I'll consume the souls after, if its duration is short."
Nick had completed his new soul refining formation only recently and so he was confident that he could consume 100,000 rank 2 magic beast souls without too much issue. Nick had made much progress in his cultivation in the past few months, mostly because he did nothing else except cultivate and study when he wasn't attending combat classes and making magic scrolls.
"I feel drained these days but I also almost feel like a new person. Ha, ha, I might be overthinking the latter part."
Nick left his office and then left his commercial building, going to a restaurant across the street in order to have a meal of pancakes, eggs and sausages. He could have asked Dewy to prepare the same but after only sustaining himself on Dewy's cooking for months, Nick decided that it was time for a change of pace.
Not long after he finished his meal, a woman with short, blonde hair walked through the entrance of the restaurant and sat in Nick's booth, opposite him, saying.
"Nickie, I haven't seen you for so long, I made sure to read the materials that you sent me and after going through your commentary on magical laws, I am certain that my attainment in fire path has improved by a bit."
Nick's right eyelid twitched in response to being called 'Nickie' but he ignored it for now and moved on to the important matters:
"Cindy, I asked you here because I wanted to know how the other students are coming along. I don't interact with them much and I want to know their standard."
Nick recently decided that paying some attention to the abilities of the other students would be beneficial if someday he would need to make use of them. Cindy stared at Nick blankly for a while before she offered an opinion:
"Well...everyone's been improving rapidly since the mid-year exam. Dying within the Never Ending Battlefield really put a fire in many students to get stronger. Most people I know have greatly increased the quality of their magic energy and obtained better spells and methods since then. All in all, I would say that the second years from a year ago wouldn't have any hope of defeating their improved selves now."
Nick nodded in understanding and replied:
"Alright, fine. That's all I needed, you can go. Oh, I'll send you a recommendation of books that you should read if you want to get more familiar with how magic weapons work. I've literally read dozens of them in the past few months."
Cindy put on a weird expression after hearing Nick's words which forced him to ask:
"What?"
Cindy replied:
"Aren't you going to bring me to your place for...you know."
Nick had not had any physical contact with Cindy since five months ago and she was starting to get worried that he was no longer attracted to her. This time, it was Nick's turn to stare blankly before finally realizing what she meant. Nick mused internally:
(Honestly, I've been grinding so much that I haven't had the urge in a long time. Although she looks great right now, I'd rather go to my workspace and work on something that's been a long time coming.)
Nick replied honestly:
"I'm just not feeling it, Cindy. Besides, are you really so eager for me to get at you from behind?"
Cindy unconsciously clenched her butt cheeks in response to Nick's words, remembering their first sexual encounter.
(Is that really a fetish of his? I thought that he was just experimenting. Ha, turns out that I latched on to a deviant. Well, better a deviant than a devil like...)
Just as Cindy had those thoughts, the door to the restaurant blasted open, being thrown off the hinges by steel spikes that disappeared after the door started falling to the ground. Nick frowned and watched as a young man with a shaven head walked into the restaurant and shouted:
"Cindy! This is where you went off to. To meet up with this joker behind my back."
Cindy's brows furrowed when she realized that Daryl Smith, her close acquaintance had found out about her meeting.
(How?)
Cindy quickly glanced over the restaurant and caught sight of one of her female classmates that Daryl and her frequently included in group outings.
(Sigh. I better get rid of Daryl before he tries to do something 'bold'.)
Daryl walked over to Nick's booth, enraged. Nick Capitol had been his target of hatred for many months since Nick killed him multiple times during the mid-year exam. Now he found out that his friend and his sworn enemy were meeting so secretly. He was about to lose his cool and put them both in their place. He opened his mouth to speak:
"You better..."
Before he could speak further, however, Nick acted:
(Dreadful Aura.)
An extremely unpleasant, dark, fear inducing aura suddenly emerged from Nick and spread through the restaurant. Daryl was forced to stop moving and fell to his knees, breathing roughly and sweating profusely before standing up again about thirty seconds later but barely maintaining his balance. The other people in the restaurant including Cindy sensed the aura and were also troubled by it, albeit, not nearly as badly as Daryl.
Nick had gained better control of his Cursed Vessel talent's dreadful aura and he was able to actively used it like a normal spell, directing most of its effects to a specific target. Nick guessed that its effects would vary depending on the quality of his target's mindscape. He already guessed why Daryl was here and he wasn't interested in having a real confrontation with him. Nick only said a few words to him:
"Daryl, I don't tend to sheep. Don't make a scene or I might have to do something that both us aren't going to find pleasant."
Daryl heard Nick's word and looked at him with hatred, forming laws within his mindscape so that he could fight his enemy to death. Suddenly, a few seconds after Nick said those words, another aura filled the restaurant, consuming Nick's dreadful aura without the least bit of trouble. Nick frowned when he sensed his dreadful aura being overpowered but then realized that the aura that subdued it was something that he could not even resist.
Nick turned away from Daryl, who was looking at the far corner of the dining area of the restaurant at a man who was smiling at them both. The white man looked like an ordinary thirty something year old with black rimmed glasses and a lightly bearded jawline coupled with a balding scalp and sporting short, black hair. The man looked at both Nick and Daryl calmly and spoke without raising his voice:
"If you two don't stop your foolishness, I don't care what the academy's rules are. I will turn you into my puppets and use you break in my breeding bulls."
Nick and Daryl were sure about one thing as they observed the man and his aura:
(That's a Regular Magician.)
Nick quickly nodded his head and motioned for Cindy to leave with him. Nick and Cindy walked past Daryl who followed soon after, slower because of the lingering effects of Nick's dreadful aura.
Daryl exited the restaurant and watched as Nick walked away with Cindy . He soon snorted and went in the opposite direction without saying another word. After he reached a decent distance away from the restaurant, Nick said goodbye to Cindy who left for her dorm soon after and then returned to his building but before he walked through the front door Nick received a call, not from his smartphone but from the older looking cell phone that he received from Tracy Belmont, a captain in the Ministry of Magic's military that Nick met during his last exam.
He had kept the phone on hand in case it led to new business opportunities like Tracy had suggested might come his way. Nick quickly answered the phone:
"Hello."
The person on the other end spoke pleasantly:
"Hello, is this Nick Capitol?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Well, my name is Trevor Belmont and I am a captain assigned to the Ministry of Magic's military magic tool appropriation unit. Tracy Belmont recommended a product that the Magic Scroll Company manufactures to us and I would like to meet with you to discuss it and possible business. When would it be possible for us to meet?"
Nick smiled lightly and immediately replied:
"How about right now?"
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Forty minutes later at the Smiling Chief Restaurant...
Nick sat quietly at his table, waiting for Trevor Belmont. He had chosen this restaurant for the meeting because the atmosphere was so calming and the food so good.
(Carla brings me here sometimes and I have never been disappointed. I should get some french bread before the guy shows up.)
Nick ordered some french bread and ate about three loaves before a man dressed in a formal black military styled suit appeared; he had an emblem with three horizontal red bars below two crimson, five pointed stars pinned to the left side of his chest. The man had white complexion, neatly cut, short, black hair and bright blue eyes. He soon approached Nick's table and greeted him:
"Good afternoon, are you Nick Capitol?"
Nick stood up and answered the man's question:
"Yes, I am Nick Capitol."
The man maintained a straight face but his tone remained polite:
"Well then, I am Captain Trevor Belmont, the person who you spoke with on the phone earlier. Honestly, I did not expect that you would request the meeting so soon. I just happened to be nearby this campus on military business."
Nick spoke while he and Trevor sat down:
"I'm a lucky man then."
After Trevor spent a few moments getting comfortable in his chair, he addressed Nick:
"Let me get to the point, Mr. Capitol, since we both are busy people. Your soul healing scrolls possess a property that mends damaged souls that can't be beat by anything else at the same price, quality and that the military can get their hands on. We've found that if we had a large volume in our possession, we could perform operations that would be unlikely to succeed due to the soul related requirements of the operatives and the expense in finding high rank soul path magic tools to aid them..."
Nick listened intently and did not even try to interrupt Trevor to ask questions. Nick noticed that the man had excellent speaking skills, far better than himself.
(It's best If I don't do too much talking. Talkers like this will usually try to lure you into agreeing with their point of view through suggestive questioning and polished words. Remember, everything he says that doesn't involve me getting a large pay check is bullshit.)
Trevor continued:
"...To those ends, we want a large supply of soul healing scrolls and we are willing to even pay the market rate for them assuming that you can promise an uninterrupted supply."
Nick's thoughts spun as he sensed an opportunity in this moment.
(Providing an uninterrupted supply of soul healing scrolls to the military is impossible for me to do alone while cultivating so If that's the deal, we both wasted our time in coming here. However, that doesn't mean that I can't make a deal...)
Nick maintained his indifferent expression and asked Trevor if he could borrow his pen. Trevor was confused as to why Nick wanted his pen but he gave him one from his breast pocket anyway.
(I didn't actually need to borrow his pen but I saw a guy doing that during a negotiation in a movie I watched years ago. He was so cool.)
Nick picked up a napkin and wrote '£200,000,000,000' on it and then gave it to Trevor before saying:
"I will be straight with you, I don't want to deal with the logistics of producing magic tools for the military so I will offer you the complete method of production for the soul healing scrolls and exclusive rights to it so long as the military can pay me this price."
Trevor looked at the number and scoffed, breaking his appearance of politeness. He reprimanded Nick:
"Why don't you just go rob a bank?"
Nick broke his indifferent expression with a few light chuckles and replied:
"C'mon, you just said that the soul healing scrolls are important to the ministry operationally. Why wouldn't they want to secure it for themselves."
Trevor argued:
"No, I said that the scrolls were important to the military, the Ministry of Magic and its military have two different groups of decision makers that work independently. While the military may be willing to agree to this sum, the ministry itself might not. Besides, this sum is outrageous and scandalous. With that money, we could feed all of Northern Ireland for months."
Nick countered:
"Don't be so petty. This is a magic tool that could provide the British military with advantages indefinitely, especially over its rivals. With this magic tool in hand, you could even explore realms at an increased rate, digging up resources like they were in your own backyard. That would easily make up for the price that I am asking for, especially since this magic tool theoretically benefits Magicians at all ranks despite its own low rank. Don't try to play me, It's either you accept my offer or you can just leave."
Trevor went quiet for a few moments, thinking:
(I did not think that I would meet such a hard stone here in the form of a twenty something year old. Tracy said that this young man was strange...)
Trevor stubbornly made a counter offer:
"£20,000,000,000."
Nick countered with his original price:
"£200,000,000,000."
Trevor countered again:
"£40,000,000,000."
Nick remained unmoved:
"£200,000,000,000."
Trevor smiled bitterly in response to Nick's negotiating tactic - complete and utter stubbornness, not willing to budge an inch.
(I have to admit that considering the possible benefits of his little invention, the price is truly worth it but to get both the military brass and the ministry officials to get on the same page regarding giving such a sum to a young man not even graduated from his academy...it would be difficult. The lieutenant only sent me here to probe and report back but I'm sensing an opportunity here. If the Belmont family could get a hold of the rights to the scrolls, we could act as the military's supplier and use our connections to keep the price high. £200,000,000,000 is a high price but over one thousand years of family history isn't just for show...)
Trevor made an offer after thinking or a long time:
"I can agree to your price but you will have to agree to sell the rights and method of production for the scrolls to the Belmont family instead of the military."
Nick frowned upon hearing the counter offer.
(Selling the rights to the scrolls to one family is a different matter than selling it to the military. I would practically be making enemies of the Belmont family's rivals if I did that. I'm not so ignorant about politics that I would do that for any family unless I sold it to a family that I have a consistent relationship with...someone that I can 'trust' to keep things civil...)
Nick replied to Trevor's offer:
"I absolutely reject your latter offer but I need time to reconsider my stance when it comes to selling the scrolls to the military."
Trevor internally snorted at Nick's prudence.
(This man is not easy to deal with. Can I force him? No, not with my current identity. I am a captain of the military first, a son of the Belmont family second. I need to do things properly.)
Trevor openly sighed and then said:
"Let's exchange phone numbers then, so that we can easily set up the next meeting."
Trevor and Nick exchanged phone numbers and then Trevor left. Nick pondered:
(That man was definitely a Magician but I could not tell how strong he was. Too bad...)
Nick immediately returned to his commercial building and sat in his office on the first floor, soon contacting Carla.
"Hello Nick, what is it? I haven't set up the meeting for the magic beast souls as yet."
Nick quickly got to the point:
"I have an offer for you..."
Nick told Carla about the meeting that he had with Trevor Belmont that revealed the military's interest in the soul healing scrolls and convinced Carla of their long term profitability and so he made her an offer:
"As long as you give me £200,000,000,000 and a promise of 0.5% of the profit on each sale of a soul healing scroll, I will give you the method of production and exclusive rights to it, I'll even throw in the method of production and the rights to the beast capture scrolls."
Carla remained on the phone without saying anything for a long time. £200,000,000,000 was a lot of money, even for her since she had her own cultivation to consider and Nick was still asking for a portion of the profits from each sale.
(...If he has as much potential as I think he does, I could consider most of the price a premium for getting a future powerhouse on my side. Thinking like that, it is a worthy exchange.)
Carla knew that in life, to succeed one had to be forward thinking and be willing to invest in people, even ones that were far from fully mature.
(Even if he is just a spark right now, it's possible that he could become an inferno someday. After all, his seemingly small invention has already netted me over a billion pounds in pure profit. I don't mind investing in rough stones; polish them carefully enough and they might turn out to be diamonds. Funny, from my experience, it's the people that seem like diamonds outright that turn out to be just cleverly decorated shit...)
Carla replied to Nick:
"I will consider if you agree to sell me your company as a whole and you will maintain a 5% share interest that does not attract dividends."
Nick internally rejoiced in response to the signs of victory. He replied:
"I am willing to agree to that but why would you want to give my ownership interest?"
Carla said sweetly:
"Because you are very special to me, Nick."
Nick almost snorted into the phone when he heard that.
(Hmph! Special to you? You probably mean that I may have some future use and you are not entirely willing to let go of me. Fine, I will play your game but only a little.)
"You are special to me too, Carla."
Carla lightly chuckled in response to Nick's declaration and then spoke:
"I will have to include a few family members from my faction in the deal. You're fine with that, right."
"No problem, as long as my main contact remains you, you can have whatever arrangement that you want."
"Good. I will get things sorted out and send you the paper work in a few days. Oh and I will be wanting you to accompany me to a family lunch that my uncle has planned a few weeks from now."
Nick was instantly confused by Carla's request.
"Why do you want me there?"
Carla replied with sweetness in her tone but Nick felt his chest tighten when she spoke:
"Because like I said before, you are special to me and you just declared that I am special to you. Were you lying?"
Nick became alarmed immediately.
(Son of a bitch! Am I getting ghetto married?)
Despite Carla's sweet tone, Nick knew that he shouldn't underestimate this rank 4 Magician. She was far closer to becoming a Regular Magician than himself and if he pricked her emotions, he might end up ruining himself.
(Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.)
"Of course...not, Carla. Don't worry, I will wear my best suit to the lunch."
Carla chuckled and replied before hanging up:
"That's great, don't forget."
Nick put his phone down on his office desk and frowned, saying:
"I don't even own a suit."
Nick shook his head left his office for his workspace on the second floor. He had already planned to begin something special tonight and he wasn't going to pause when he had limited time before the next exam.
Nick summoned an item wrapped up in special sealing paper onto his work table and started to slowly remove the sealing paper. This item was the faulty sword that Nick had obtained from the Main Tower within the Never Ending Battlefield called Failed Tool.
It was a sword made from the parts of a rank 3 sword path dragon but due to its laws being tampered with, it remains dull and was unable to manifest its magical qualities. Nick had kept it stored without trying to fix it because at the time that he obtained it, he was still unused to his Eyes of the Fated talent and did not know much about swords.
After months of reading books about blacksmithing, magic tools and magic swords and also honing his talents, Nick was confident that he could at the very least examine the sword without ruining it for good.
(I've also had experience with repairing and deciphering magical laws so if I am able to find the sword problem and fix it, that would be for the best.)
Once Nick completely removed the sealing paper, he observed the nearly 0.8 meter long sword while rubbing his finger across the dull blade lightly. Nick closed his eyes for a few seconds and then after readying himself mentally, he opened them again, saying:
"I'll try my best."
Nick stared intensely at the sword and soon enough, thousands of magical laws written in Valteese were revealed to him, glistening in bronze light like they were something sculpted in midair.
Nick began to examine the laws symbol by symbol and soon found the first inconsistency in the wording of the laws, creating a faulty pattern.
"I need just one win at a time, that's how I'll get my opportunity. Begin!"