I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 114 Dual Wielding

"Ten gold coins?!"

Wilder exclaimed, "That's enough to buy an oak staff!"

Baggins shook his head dismissively: "What's the point of comparing those broken sticks?"

Wilder's lips twitched.

Good guy.

It turns out that the staff he had been carefully using was just a broken wooden stick?

"This is absolutely the fairest price in the entire Ironweave Town."

Baggins leaned closer, "Let's not even talk about whether we dare to modify other places for you; just the price alone will be over thirty gold coins!"

Wilder did not doubt his words.

This old man may be a bit long-winded, but his prices are definitely reasonable.

but----

It really hurts to spend ten gold coins just to cover up the truth.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Wilder decided to put the modifications on hold for now, and pulled another package out of his bag. "Take a look at this, how much is it worth?"

Unwrapping the coarse linen revealed a dark red crystal.

Compared to the crimson obsidian from before, this crystal is clearly much rougher.

It is not as transparent as a crystal, and you can even see the impurities and blood vessel-like flocculents inside.

Moreover, it wasn't handled carefully when it was taken from the chest of the kobold priest; it was still stained with congealed blood and emitted a pungent, bloody, and foul odor.

However, Baggins' eyes lit up.

Without any hesitation, he took the crystal in his hand, brought it close to his eyes to examine it carefully, and even smelled it a few times.

"Last time it was a tree spirit—"

He exclaimed in surprise, "You've killed another kobold priest this time?"

"You could even tell that?"

"Back in the day, we encountered a group of people in the underground city of Delamos—"

"Wait a minute!"

Wilder immediately interrupted Baggins, who was about to reminisce, and asked directly, "How much is this crystal worth?"

"Oh, ten gold coins."

Baggins snapped out of his reverie and said confidently, "Absolutely fair price. Those guys at the association will only give you five gold coins at most, and that's after you've cleaned it thoroughly."

"Then let's use this to pay for the staff's modification fee," Wilder said without hesitation.

"Sure, but you're not planning to attach this to your staff?" Baggins asked.

"what?"

Wilder hadn't considered this. "This crystal, like obsidian, can be charged three times for a spell?"

"Ten gold coins? What a windfall!"

Baggins shook his head. "But this crystal can enhance control spells, which is a rare effect, since kobold priests are not common."

Wilder pulled the oak stick that Baggins had been holding in his mouth from his waist and placed it on the counter.

He pointed to the emerald crystal on the top of the staff: "Isn't this crystal also a buff/control spell?"

"There is a difference."

Baggins placed the priest crystal next to the tree spirit crystal and explained, "The tree spirit crystal provides an overall boost, which seems comprehensive, but in reality, there's not much of a noticeable effect."

"But the priest crystal is different; it only increases the duration of control spells in one aspect, but the effect is obvious."

Wilder asked, "How long will the improvement last?"

"That's not necessarily true; it's usually based on proportions."

Baggins said, "What used to be a minute of control time might be improved by a few seconds, and what used to be an hour might be improved by a few minutes, about a tenth."

Wilder recalled his battle with the kobold priest; the beast had indeed controlled Cyrion and his companions for longer than a normal spell.

It makes sense that its crystals have this property.

It seems that this crystal is quite useful to him.

As Mentor Hollen once said, every second a mage spends is precious and can change the course of a battle.

Controlling the enemy for an extra second is equivalent to giving the mage an extra second to prepare a spell.

But compared to the hazelwood staff that can be charged three times —

It's still not as direct as casting three consecutive Fireballs.

"I still—"

"Young man, don't be so narrow-minded."

Baggins interrupted his hesitation, "Life isn't a choice between two options. Why don't you just take both staffs?"

"What?"

Wilder was taken aback. "You can do that?"

"What's wrong with that?"

Baggins grasped at the air with both hands, gesturing like a mischievous old man. "Back in my day, I used to carry two battle axes, those things were much heavier than a staff!"

"You have a point—"

"You monks are just trying to look cool, always thinking you're driving a horse-drawn carriage with a staff in each hand. What's so special about that?"

When Baggins spoke of battle, his voice became bolder, "Adventure is about combat ability, not showing off. Back in my day, I—"

"Wait a moment!"

Wilder stopped him again from reminiscing about the past, "How about this, replace the tree spirit crystal on the oak staff with a priest's crystal."

"Okay!"

Baggins seemed pleased that Wilder was listening to his advice.

"Then you can keep the tree spirit crystal as payment for the modification," Wilder said casually.

"What?!"

This time it was Baggins' turn to shout, "Tree spirit crystals aren't worth ten gold coins!"

"They're both crystals, what difference could there be?"

Wilder waved his hand and then asked, "What did you say happened in the Delamos Underground City when you were young? Tell me about it."

"You little rascal! I lose money every time you come!"

Old Baggins grinned. "But since you're interested, I'll tell you about the Delamos Underground City—"

As he spoke, he rummaged through the cabinet behind him for materials and began modifying the two staffs.

It must be said that Baggins' story is quite fascinating.

At least in terms of putting people to sleep, it is in no way inferior to the world-famous children's book "365 Adventure Stories".

Three hours have passed.

Get up!

Baggins patted Wilder on the shoulder. "He said he was interested in the dungeons, but he fell asleep in less than fifteen minutes."

"Oh, sorry."

Wilder rubbed his bloodshot eyes. "I practiced fireball all night last night, I'm so tired."

Baggins was taken aback.

Fireball?

That's a level three spell.

-

Isn't this kid just a low-level mage?

"Mr. Baggins, could you repeat that?"

Wilder smiled and said, "This time I promise to hold on a little longer."

"Never mind, maybe next time."

Baggins pointed to the two staffs on the counter. "Take your staff and go back to get some sleep. A good night's sleep is very important for adventurers."

"Is it all done?"

Wilder looked at the counter this time.

A fairly familiar white oak stick, except the head of the staff has been replaced with a dark red priest's crystal.

The other one was completely unfamiliar.

The staff is pure white with fine, natural patterns on its surface, and is smooth and lustrous.

The crystal on the staff tip emitted a faint purple light, giving it a mysterious and elegant appearance.

"This is----"

"Your hazelwood obsidian staff."

Baggins said with a hint of smugness.