fynovel Chapter 782 Beo (2)
Chapter 782 Beo (2)
782 Beo (2)
Armodeus looked at the man standing in front of him, hesitating for a few moments. But in the end, he just let out a loud, long laugh, "Good one. No, but really, tell me what ye're plannin' on slaying, and I-"
Before Armodeus could finish speaking, Beowulf threw the bag that he had over his shoulder onto the ground in front of the dwarf.
"Your payment's in there," he said, and Armodeus raised his brow. He squatted down and opened the bag. It was much larger on the inside than the outside; an ancient magical tool that Armodeus was barely able to comprehend. But that wasn't even the most shocking part. Inside of the bag were numerous large red scales and a crystalized heart the size of Armodeus' torso. Claws and teeth the size of daggers.
"Th-These are... You... you actually slayed a dragon?"
Beowulf nodded, "Yes."
"... Well, I'll be damned. I should be able to make somethin' rather good with these. Need anything else beside a sword? Yer armor looks a little tatters. I can use some of these scales ta fix it up."
With a slight frown, Beowulf looked around the shop. There were only weapons in here, and nothing resembling an armor. Realizing what his customer was thinking, Armodeus shrugged.
"While I'm not as good an armor smith as I am a weapon smith, I'll be the best you can find anywhere 'round here," Armodeus pointed out, and Beowulf let out a slight sigh through his nose.
"I can't pay you more than what is in the bag, even if you choose to use some of it for my armour," Beowulf explained, but the dwarf just scoffed.
"Ya think I'm stupid or somethin'? I know that! It just ain't every day I can make somethin' with parts from a dragon," Armodeus laughed, "So, what d'ya say?"
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"And so... I made him a sword, and fixed up his armour. To be totally honest with you, it was rather shabby work compared to what I could make now, but back then, I was proud of it. It was some of my finest work at that point," Armodeus explained, fiddling with his own fingers.
"What happened then? Did he manage to slay the dragon he was after?"
Armodeus nodded, "He did. And then he came back, asking me to improve his weapon, his armour, make him other items. I became his supplier. Somehow he always went out of his way to come and visit me after his work was done, no matter how far away he had travelled initially. But... he became more and more reckless."
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"Excuse me?" with a scoff, Beowulf turned around. He carefully touched his face, surprised that the scar was already feeling much better, "I can use the card's power just fine."
"Really, now? Alright, then here," Armodeus grabbed something from the counter and threw it over toward Beowulf. He caught it. It was a small wooden sphere with rotating segments. Ten lines for each axis, "Ye've seen me solve that plenty, so go ahead and give it a shot. You know what ya need to do, so just do it."
Grinning, something that Beowulf didn't do quite so often, he took Armodeus up on the challenge, "Sure. Prepare yourself to eat your own words."
Immediately, Beowulf started moving around the different rotating segments of the sphere. It wasn't hard to solve; the 'puzzle' simply required specific movements to be done in sequence. It was more of a practice tool to help improve stat growth than anything you needed to think about much. It took Beowulf exactly 45 seconds to solve the entire thing.
"Beat that," he said, giving Armodeus the sphere back. With a scoff, he nodded.
"I will," and with that, Armodeus started as well. He twisted and turned the ball, following through the movement patterns. And within 29 seconds, he was done, placing it down onto the counter next to him. Beowulf narrowed his eyes.
"How did you...?"
"What, ya think just because ye have the 'Ultimate Dexterity' or whatever, you're something special? As I said, ye're not usin' the card's power properly. And someone like a Master can help ye get there," Armodeus said bluntly. Beowulf thought about it for a few moments, though he clearly still wasn't fully convinced. The dwarf slowly stood up, "Listen, ya need to take a break. Practice. Relearn how to fight with just one of yer eyes. Please."
Grumbling quietly, Beowulf nodded his head, "Fine, I'll join you. So where are you going to meet them, anyway?"
"It's this small town on the coast," Armodeus explained, smiling broadly, "Don't worry, I'm sure ye're gonna like it."
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Eiro watched as Armodeus grew quiet for a few moments, "And this is the town that Shimour was convincing you to go back to?" the demon asked, and Armodeus nodded.
"Aye. We travelled down there. Stayed for a while. Weeks to turned to months, and months turned to years. It was our home. The others would come and go, and even Beo would head out every once in a while, but he hadn't hunted a dragon for years. This... this obsession that he had weakened over time. And then..." Armodeus looked down at his hands, "Well, I'm sure ye can guess. After all, I do have his card now."
The demon looked at the man in front of him, quietly making his guess, "His obsession returned? Was he killed in battle with a dragon?"
Armodeus scoffed, shaking his head, "Battle? Nah, it wasn't a glorious death like that, though Beo would have probably liked that. No, it's what happens to all people. He was already getting up there in his age when we met, but... he just got old. And with age, well... death becomes harder to outrun."