Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 123 Night-Walking Feather Robe and Agility Armlet

Kentry Furnace Workshop.

Before the fiery furnace alchemy array, the alchemist's assistant, Tyne, wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, leaving a patch of charred black residue. "I recommend you spend five hundred magic stones to purchase this Nightcrawler's Feather Robe."

"Because this enchanted item best meets your requirements—it has enough defense to withstand apprentice-level spells, and it's lightweight enough not to hinder your movement."

"It even has a certain stealth ability. At night, it is semi-invisible, moving like a blurry cloud of air. It can be a great help if you are escaping or being tracked at night."

Tyne enthusiastically introduced his creation. "The Nightcrawler's Feather Robe is made from the feathers of the Shadow Nightingale."

"I used a triadic transmutation array, along with shadow stone and magical alloy adamantite, to enhance its material, making it lighter, harder, and further improving the feathers' invisibility."

"Its surface is coated with a layer of magical alloy—adamantite, which provides a certain degree of defense. Of course, there are also some necessary enchanted runes on it, mainly for enhancing the defense, which is the most insignificant part of the ingenious design of this entire enchanted item."

Tyne exclaimed excitedly, "I tried it before, hitting it with a 0.3-level spell, and it didn't do anything at all."

“It can even let a 0.8-level spell hit you, leaving you with only a minor injury. Of course, that would make it easy to break,” Tyne said. “Then you can ask me to fix it.”

"My principle is that maintenance services are provided within one year, and I can give you a 50% discount on repair costs."

Locke looked at the Nightcrawler's Feather Robe in Tyne's hand. This robe was said to be able to protect him from magic, but it was actually not heavy at all. On the contrary, it was very light, like a thin piece of underwear that could be worn under an outer garment.

That's the skill of alchemists.

They enhance and modify materials, and the enchanted items in their hands often combine performance with convenience.

Locke nodded in satisfaction and paid five hundred magic stones. "Good, I'll buy it."

The wizard war is currently very intense, so I naturally need to buy some things as a means of survival.

A defensive enchanted item can be a great help in this regard.

Locke took off his white wizard robe and put on the Nightcrawler's Feather Robe, then put on his own wizard robe.

Locke said, "Besides that, sell me an agility armlet as well."

"I remember it was about 300 magic stones. How about you give me three more free recharges?"

Tyne hesitated for a moment, but nodded and said, "Okay, you bought my Magic Alloy last time, and you bought my new Nightwalker's Garment this time. I'll sell this to you at a loss and give you three free charging opportunities."

Locke smiled with satisfaction; he had saved a little money again.

Agility armbands are also common alchemical items. These are actually consumables, and they contain a hidden 0.7 level Enchantment spell called "Lightness of the Wind," but they can only be activated once.

If you want to use it again next time, you'll have to ask an alchemist to recharge it.

The enchantment Lightness of the Wind can alter a wizard's body structure, making them lighter and more agile. Within 30 seconds, their skeleton becomes similar to that of a magical bird, gaining the blessing of wind and a momentary speed boost.

Locke bought the Agility Armlet primarily to save his life.

In a crisis, the most important thing is not defensive items that increase defense, but the ability to escape quickly.

This agility armband is, to some extent, a popular product among alchemists, so it is sold in various alchemy workshops.

Tyne enthusiastically promoted his work, wiping away sweat again with a towel, leaving a long, black, charred mark on his face. "Looks like you've struck it rich lately, Augustine."

"Would you like to buy another Kirin Tor Wizard Sword from me? This is a weapon I forged using a Triadic Transmutation Array and a High-Temperature Furnace Transmutation Array. The design was created by my teacher during his first-class wizard apprenticeship..."

"If you want to buy it, I can give you a discount. It's extremely useful; once it strikes an enemy, the wound will never heal... The blade is indestructible and cannot be damaged..."

Locke shook his head, decisively paid three hundred magic stones, and received the agility armband before preparing to leave the shop.

He didn't need the Wizard's Sword at all; the magical plant was his best weapon.

Wizard swords are for wizard apprentices who excel at mid- to long-range spell attacks but are not good at melee combat, such as those from the Evocation, Conjuration, Illusion, and Enchanting schools.

However, as a wizard specializing in plant magic within the life sciences, I have absolutely no need to use a wizard's sword.

Besides, I don't have much money, so I need to spend it wisely and not buy unnecessary things.

Even if you buy it, it'll just gather dust in your astral ring. Locke bid farewell to Tyne, who was still loudly introducing his products at the door, but Locke had already headed towards the slave trading post.

He found his previous trader, the dark elf Benny, and immediately offered him a large deal, saying, "This deal is quite big. I need 80 minotaur noble slaves."

"Is the price still 10 magic stones per person?"

The dark elf Benny froze, his mind reeling as if struck by a hammer, muttering to himself, "Eighty? Eighty!"

"This is a large transaction. I might not be qualified enough..."

He glanced in awe at the badges Locke wore—the dazzling badges of a first-class wizard apprentice and potion master assistant—making it difficult for him to speak.

But not long ago, the wizard in front of me was clearly only a second-class wizard apprentice.

Locke said coldly, "Then find me someone immediately who can carry out this deal. Benny."

The dark elf Benny bowed tremblingly to Locke, the cold words sending a shiver down his spine. He quickly apologized to Locke, saying, "Yes, Your Excellency Augustine, the Potion Master."

He turned and hurriedly went into the shop, and soon he followed a tall, fair-skinned male blood elf dressed in elaborate and expensive clothes.

This male blood elf was a first-class wizard apprentice.

He glanced at Locke briefly, then smiled and said, "I am Sherley, the manager of the slave trading post."

"Dear guest, are you planning to expand your plantation on a large scale, or add a new mass production line for pharmaceuticals?"

“The minotaurs are indeed relatively honest slaves with clean backgrounds. However, recently, due to the large number of buyers, the price of minotaur noble slaves has increased from 10 magic stones per person to 15 magic stones per person.”

Locke frowned in displeasure upon hearing this.

For a single purchase, the price increase doesn't make a big difference, but when the quantity is large, the difference can be as much as four hundred magic stones.

However, in order to fulfill the orders, he could not possibly purchase inferior slaves; that would only lead to his own demise.

If something happens to those inferior slaves, it could very likely delay the plantation's production schedule.

The blood elf Shelley secretly observed Locke's expression, and then immediately decided to lower the price.

Just kidding, we can't just let a customer who buys 80 slaves at once turn around and walk away.

That would be an absolute dereliction of duty on his part.

What if the customer feels it's too expensive and doesn't want to buy?
Then let's just lower the price.

Even with price reductions, such large-volume transactions can generate substantial profits through high volume and low margins, so there's no need to get bogged down in this matter.

The blood elf Shelley chuckled, "But since you're buying such a large quantity at once, we'll keep the price at 10 magic stones per tauren noble slave. That means 80 tauren slaves will cost you a total of 800 magic stones."

"If we increase sales volume, we can still make a profit."

Locke nodded slightly in agreement, indicating that he could accept the price.

If it's still at that price, I might as well buy a different kind of slave.

Locke said, "Then let's sign the contract. But I need to inspect these slaves first. Do you have any in stock right now?"

The blood elf Shelley said, "Of course. Although we don't have much stock in the store, I can immediately transfer a batch from the surrounding area's inventory, and you can even choose from it. Don't worry about that. It will be transferred to you tomorrow, and you can choose whatever you like."

"Since we dare to sell these mortal slaves at such high prices, we will naturally provide attentive service. These slaves have all been enchanted and transformed into perfect slaves."

The blood elf Shelley proudly stated, "This is our professional conduct. As you know, Augustine, the potion master, there are always many people in this society who have many unnecessary misunderstandings about those of us in this line of work."

"But those are all stereotypes."

“We are conscientious, moral, and principled slave traders.”

(End of this chapter)