Dying In The Middle Of A Class Summoning 35 Weapon

The sound of clas.h.i.+ng metal resounded throughout the forge as Amadeus sneaked a glance at Varrulir hard at work. The short dwarf hadn't even taken a break from the work but had continuously been working for three months. That was what Amadeus had estimated. For the past three months Amadeus had been training his illusionary technique accompanied by his control of the elements.

This place wasn't exactly a training ground so there weren't many things he can train with. Apart from continuous repet.i.tion of shadow fighting and going over the curriculum he had been brought up with, there was still a limit he could do. Getting bored was quite easy so he wasn't focusing on one thing entirely, he would run for one moment and training his control of the elements in the next.

It was all over the place. Currently, Amadeus was sitting cross legged with his whole body covered in ice crystals. From the tips of his hair to the bottom of his feet were covered in ice making him look like a beautiful ice sculpture. Surprisingly, there wasn't much change to the floor around him, no puddle of water nothing. He was now finally able to control his main elements and contain their effects to the surroundings.

'Should've left when I had the chance to.'

Amadeus got up slowly and stretched, causing a lot of ice crystals to disappear from his body. Sending mana into his ring, a gla.s.s of water and a sandwich appeared in his hands which he munched down not a second later. He now knew why his mother made sure he packed enough food that would last him a considerable amount of time.

With a light shuffle, the rabbit that was laying on his head opened its eyes groggily. With a small yawn it shook his head before getting up. Amadeus felt this and grabbed the critter and bought it to his chest petting its head. A short while later the three-legged crow also landed on his shoulder flapping its wings happily.

The two creatures would take turns laying on his head, when Amadeus was training his fire then the crow would be perched on top of Amadeus and the opposite with Luna. Luna was the name Amadeus had given the rabbit while he gave the crow the name Solaris.

The pile of materials next to the forge had considerably dropped resulting in there only being half the amount of materials left. Suddenly with one last strike, a solemn atmosphere fell within the forge,

"Brat! Come here and give me your blood."

Shocked by the sudden shout, Amadeus tarried no longer and rushed towards the forge. All he saw was the outline of a red-hot spear like weapon resting in front of the dwarf. Amadeus then cut his wrist and let out a copious amount of blood onto the blade. Seeing a large amount of blood pour itself on the weapon, Varrulir quickly shouted, Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

"Enough! Enough!"

Hearing the shout, Amadeus pulled his hand back and quickened his regeneration resulting in the wound to close. Amadeus looked back up and saw Varrulir put the blade into some box like object before slumping down to the side, breathing heavily.

Amadeus didn't say anything and walked next to the dwarf offering him a bottle of water. The dwarf shook his head and once more returned to the box and take out the weapon. Before Amadeus could even speak, the latter got working once more on the weapon. Amadeus just shrugged before returning to do some meditation. It wasn't until a couple of hours later did something attract his attention. He could feel the uneasiness within the two animals causing him to open his eyes and watch how Varrulir finished his blade.

With a sudden chime, the Hsu Quandao started hovering while letting out resplendent light. Varrulir covered his eyes while Amadeus watched the crow and rabbit appear next to the weapon. Astonished by their speed, he was even more surprised when the two animals spat out a liquid onto the blade. While the golden three-legged crow spat out a golden liquid that made the atmosphere even hotter, it was balanced by the silver liquid spat out from the white rabbit that brought with it a rare iciness.

With the sudden addition, the light got even brighter until the whole room became white. Amadeus felt a sudden tug in his heart as if something was calling out to him. Raising his hand, the light flew to his hand causing Amadeus to clench his fist. The blinding light instantly disappeared along with a resounding explosion in their souls. Wind appeared out of nowhere causing Amadeus' hair to fly up as he held the weapon and, without knowing why, started to pour his energy into it.

It wasn't until he was almost empty did Amadeus felt that the weapon could take no more. Breathing out slightly, Amadeus got a clearer look at the beauty that was in his hands. A sleek black spear pole with ancient runes fading in and out of the weapon. It was a simple and felt familiar in Amadeus' hand. The silvery white crescent blade at the head had a notch protruding from the back of the blade and the carving of a golden dragon on top. A ta.s.sel was attached to the blade and another pointed blade was located at the opposite end of the pole.

Amadeus instantly fell in love with it and started swinging it around, slowly getting accustomed to the weapon. Although it did feel like an extension of his arm, the weight of the weapon was no joke. While he was admiring the Hsu Quandao the sound of metal clas.h.i.+ng once more reverberated within the forge.

Somewhere else, three weapons suddenly started reacting in their own ways, alerting their guardians. It was like they were calling out to another compet.i.tor. Within a dark room, a sword was embedded onto a crack on a wall. When Amadeus' weapon was created the crack deepened and a holy atmosphere was created. A pure light was emitted from it for a while before dying down. The room returned to normal until a few moments later when the smashed open. Two figures walked in with great strides, looking at the sword in the wall.

"What happened?!"

The one in the lead spoke up first. Shadows covered the man's face while only his plain white robe could be seen. The person next to him was fully clad in silver armour with a red cross on his torso.

"I don't know, the holy sword just started s.h.i.+ning before dying down."

The former didn't say anything as he carefully inspected the sword. Seeing no changes, he turned back round,

"I will report this to his highness, the pope, you continue to guard it and immediately report any different changes."

Similar things occurred in the Daemon kingdom and the Bestia kingdom but the one responsible was too busy being swung about by an eight-year-old kid.

Another month went by when Amadeus left the forge. A sour expression masked his face when Eriko and Velia saw him once more. Varrulir was next to him with a helpless yet tired expression on his face. The two were actually quite tired and immediately returned to their quarters to the sweet embrace of their respective beds.

The next day, Amadeus finally got his long-waited bath after four months before making his way to the dining room. Being someone of the modern world it was new to him not going for a bath in four months. He would have to have one at least every day. When Amadeus entered the dining room, he looked up only to see the head seat filled and food on the table.

Amadeus sat down and dug in while ignoring Varrulir. The chief dwarf hesitantly opened his mouth,

"You do know that I had to give it to them…"

"Hmph…"

With a pout, Amadeus turned his head to the side but continued to eat his food. Sighing in defeat, Varrulir looked lost for a second before his eyes started s.h.i.+ning in realisation. Turning to see Amadeus, he saw the latter turn his head away just like he expected.

"What about this, I'll let you choose any weapon from within this castle."

Varrulir could see Amadeus' pointy ears twitch slightly before the latter turned around, his vertical eyes focusing on the dwarf.

"Any weapon."

With that declaration, a smile formed on Amadeus's face,

"Then I will not hold back."

With on last gulp of water, Amadeus got up and left the dining room. Varrulir just sat their mouth agape,

'Wasn't that change a bit too quick?'

Shaking his head, Varrulir chugged down a mug of beer and chased after Amadeus. When he caught up to the little boy, the latter was going through all the weapons, picking them up and throwing them down to the side, heavily scrutinizing each one. No one knew what he was looking for, but it seemed that none of the weapons fit his criteria.

This went on for quite a while until Amadeus reached a storage area where all the 'low quality' sword stored. Upon entering his attention was suddenly grabbed by an una.s.suming longsword placed on the side. The sword was covered in dust and the smell of rust was heavily emitted from it. All in all, it was a sword that wouldn't attract any attention, but it was one that attracted Amadeus. He didn't know what it was that attracted him, but he just went straight in and grabbed it.

As soon as he grabbed it, the dust was swept away, and the smell of rust disappeared. What appeared one was an elegant black scabbard and black handle. Unsheathing the sword, what appeared was a sleek double-edged red blade covered in runes.

Instantly a voice appeared,

"Hahaha, I'm finally free. Young warrior, you have awak-mmfmmf!"

As soon as the sword started talking, Amadeus instantly sheathed it and nodded while speaking,

"Good this will suit Arius."

Hearing this the sword seemed to protest,

"Mmf m mmmff mff…"

Translation: "But I chose you…"

The sword's protest was cut short with Amadeus' hand heating up slightly, only slightly.