Novel & Cerita Swords & Potions

Each long sword costs 500 gold coins. As legal professions are rare, magical equipment is particularly expensive in this world. A ring that can cast the first level spell 'Mage Armour' costs 500 coins, a second level spell costs 2,000 coins and a third level spell costs 6,000 coins. From the third level, it cannot be replenished automatically and must be replenished by a caster of the appropriate level. Even if ordinary magical equipment is not used, it will reach the end of its life in about a hundred years, so it is simply not affordable for ordinary nobles.

The glowing fountain bubbled and soon, Luke leaned around a rack. He eyed Duke for a moment. “You look like you can at least stay awake. We’re brewing your first potion today!” Duke huffed and we walked round the shelf to see the table that he’d set up to brew potions. We took our places around a large table where various ingredients and tools were laid out. I didn’t recognize most of it, but I listened as Luke started to explain what the ingredients were and introduced the basics behind brewing potions. “You’ll find that anything you buy from a supernatural seller, like hair products, was made by a potioneer. The school uses a lot of potions all the time, so look forward to brewing gigantic

Now, she seemed more like the store keeper, and Scarlett, a buyer. "Yes, yes. Morning. What can I do for you? I have a lot of amazing potions, made with wisdom from three goddesses. I have a fine drink that can make your face even more beautiful and glow radiantly, as well as one that can make your body features more pronounced." Leaning towards Scarlett, she added in a whisper: "I also have one that can make your... you know, cunt so delicious, your lover will want you and no one else." She giggled with excitement.

The shelves jumped out of the way as he approached. The long table was littered with all sorts of things–potion ingredients (owl feathers, hairs from cat tail, nail of a cougar, bat wings, rattlesnake fangs, and a myriad other things he couldn’t identify), funny looking powder, a pewter cauldron on a gas stove with a ladle beside it, an athame, a wand, a mortar and pestle with what looked like shriveled frogs inside it, a pair of gleaming golden weighing scales, a small broom, a box full of glass bottles, an assortments of herbs, other odds and ends, and a stuffed cat. Or at least, Aaron thought it was a stuffed cat until it jumped down the table, startling Aaron. Keyah let out a yelp.

“The Shadow Sword can break through the veil, can it not?” “It can,” I reply. “But I have to use my full powers to charge it first.” He motions for me to lay it on the table. I cast Westfall a reluctant glance before unsheathing the sword and setting it before the old man. He picks up the bowl and dumps out the contents–a few drops of the tears–onto the sword. The tears sink into the black metal and send a soft ripple of light down the length of the sword. “Like calls to like,” Arthur says.

I replied, still chuckling at being found out. As he handed the sword back to me, I felt a swell of emotion in my chest. "Well, I named this black beauty Umbra because it carries a sense of mystery and darkness," I explained, feeling a newfound confidence in sharing my thoughts with him. "Meanwhile, I named the white one 'Dawn' because it represents light, hope, and new beginnings. Together, they create a compelling contrast, reflecting the dual nature of the swords and the balance between light and shadow. It's a fitting combination for two powerful and complementary weapons, isn't it?" I asked, eager for his approval. Father nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "A wonderful name indeed," h

Master Saber advised her once. Carysse brought out the box that her master had gathered himself. Inside were rare medicinal herbs for different kinds of poison, bandages, blades, some silver and gold coins, a wooden pounder, spoons, and small bowls for mixing. In this case, it was nature that was attempting to weaken him.

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.