Chapter 519
"Okay, that is it." Grey yawned out as he finally stood up from what he had been doing. He had been crafting weapons now for six full hours without standing up, his legs stiff and his back aching from the long posture. In front of him were the sword he crafted, Dame's gauntlets, the pair of gauntlets he bought, and finally, the robe.
These were the successfully created items, and after working tirelessly on them, he heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
He rubbed his tired eyes with his knuckles, feeling the strain, and then carefully packed Dame's items aside into a sack. His gaze then shifted to his own piece, a robe that was pitch black, radiating a faint ominous aura that made him feel oddly satisfied with his craftsmanship.
Also, the second mask he bought had been magically modified, and he was pleased with the results. The new design enhanced its sturdiness and mystical feel, and his grin knew no bounds when he looked at it.
