Return of The 8th Class Mage Chapter 134:

EP 46 The Dragon’s Heart (1)

“What do you mean, the dragon’s heart?” Ian asked as he landed gently on the ground .

The question was for all the five artisans who had gathered on the island .

“This is the first time we’ve experienced something like this… . ”

Just then, Berthold, the oldest of the artisans, stepped forward .

He took the heart and turned it around in his hands .

“Mmmmm…” he murmured .

The other artisans did the same, looking at the heart carefully in their own way, perhaps because it was an object they had only heard of .

They were all cautious as if holding a newborn .

“It’s really the heart . Don’t you think so?”

“Mmmmhmmmm . Although we can’t be sure . ”

“Look at this . It holds the power of mana on its own . ”

The artisans seemed to be looking at the heart forever .

They each gave their opinion, and the majority of them commented it was phenomenal and shocking .

All except one .

“Step aside, all of you . Let me try something . ” She requested .

Halia, the head artisan, was a step away from the circle of artisans looking at the heart .

Before anyone noticed, she had reappeared with her prized possession – a sword .

“Halia, what are you trying to do…?”

“I need to check something . ”

“Check what?”

Halia didn’t respond .

Instead, she lifted her sword over her head .

“If it really is the dragon heart…” She brought her sword down on the dragon’s heart with full strength . “… this wouldn’t be a problem!” It was a silly but fair reason .

Halia’s sword rang with a loud KANG! and bounced off the heart, which was surprising but an expected result .

The sword hadn’t even left a mark on the heart .

“Uggh!” Halia stumbled back at the aftereffect . She wasn’t concerned about the heart at all and looked at her sword carefully .

“Perfect . ” She said and nodded as if she were satisfied . No wonder . Halia’s sword was her masterpiece .

“Well, that’s the dragon’s heart alright . ”

“What makes you so sure?” Berthold asked .

“My sword didn’t even make a scratch on it . ”

“Mmmm…”

“If we were to talk about the density, it’s higher than that of adamant . ”

Adamant . It was the type of mineral any artisan dreamed of working on . It was often called the ‘perfect mineral of no crevice’ . According to Halia, the heart was denser than adamant .

“I can break adamant with this sword you know . ” Halia said proudly, and everyone’s attention turned to the sword .

A sword that could break adamant?

“What a treasure you’ve made there . ” Berthold complimented .

“This is nothing . ” Halia replied with a snort .

Just then, the jeweler Dennis spoke up . “The heck with density,” he murmured . He had been stroking the heart in his hands for a while now .

He was clearly impressed .

“You’re all missing the point here . ”

 

The artisans all frowned at his words .

Were they all not at their zenith of their skills as artisans? But he was saying they were all missing the point now .

“What are you talking about?” Berthold asked, sensing the atmosphere immediately and took the initiative to ask Dennis to ease the tension .

“Look at this, if you’ve got eyes . ”

“Well… all of us have been looking at it all this time . ”

“Can’t you sense it’s physical beauty?”

“Well clearly, it holds mana . . ”

“No, no no . Not the useless stuff like that . ”

“Then…”

“I’m talking about its shape – exactly the way you see it . ”

“Hmm… I’m not sure . ”

The object, which was guessed to be the dragon’s heart, was in shape of a large sphere .

It was capable of creating and saving mana on its own .

It was even perfectly black, without the slightest mark .

It was most definitely a great and godly object .

However, there wasn’t anything else to see .

“I’m not sure…”

“Look at how black it is!”

“Black?”

“It doesn’t even glitter!”

Berthold, who had been listening intently, grew silent .

Halia and Zerbio also shook their heads .

Clevan was the only one who blinked in confusion .

“Look at how perfectly black the heart is and doesn’t even glitter!” The jeweler Dennis exclaimed . He had a preference for dense minerals .

“Would it be even possible to carve with this?”

The artisans continued to examine the heart . First Clevan took a hammer and chisel and started pounding the heart . Of course, there was no possibility of the heart being used for carving . After all, wasn’t it denser than adamant? Not only be difficult to carve, but difficult to manufacture .

“Unless it was made of wood…” the carpenter Zerbio shook his head doubtfully . In his eyes, the heart was simply a black substance . He had no idea where it could be used . All he knew was that it would never be used for woodwork .

“What do you think?” Zerbio asked Berthold .

“I’m thinking the same thing . ”

Berthold was only a seamstress . He was clueless unless it came to a thread, needle, and cloth . It was his first time seeing a dragon heart .

“I haven’t the slightest clue . ”

They were aware the object created mana . They even understood mana accumulated within the heart . They had also found out that it was sturdier than adamant . It was a tremendous object for sure, but the issue was its ‘efficacy’, as it was large and heavy .

“Here’s what I think…” Berthold slowly spoke up, “I think we need the help of that fellow . ” Apparently, he was referring to someone among the three artisans who had not arrived yet .

“He can definitely help us . . ”

“He’s not an artisan! He’s just a mechanic!” Dennis protested .

“Are you talking about Siram?” the others asked .

“Did you say Siram?” Cleven asked . It was a name familiar to Ian as well .

“Huh? Ah, yes! Siram . Mr . Siram . ”

Mr . Siram . The master of the greatest technical workshop in all of Greenriver . The ‘Siram Workshop’ was where Ian had bought his cable tunnel . Wasn’t the owner’s name ‘Siram’?

‘Now that I think of it…’ Ian remembered the first impression he’d had of Siram .

He was a dark-haired man, just like these artisans of Knocking Island, which was not common in Greenriver .

Translations by AsianHobbyist Website .

‘I’m positive he used to age in my past life . ’

Not the present life, but the past life .

The Siram he remembered from then aged with time . An immortal man aging?

‘I suppose he could have disguised himself . ’

It wasn’t necessary to keep his mind into it . After all, they were all magicians in a way . Wouldn’t they have various ways to appear how ever they wanted?

“And… what exactly does Siram do…?”

“That fellow is a little different from the rest of us . ” Berthold answered .

“He isn’t limited to one field . We used to call him an inventor . ”

“He is not an inventor for crying out loud! He’s a mechanic! A mechanic!” Halia shouted .

Berthold ignored her

What he said next clarified Ian’s suspicions .

“Although… he did want to be called a technician . ”

“A technician?”

“Why yes . A mage technician . ”

The mage technician Siram .

Ian was positive who he could be .

Then, Ian spoke up, confident . “I happen to know – “

Just then, a small portal opened in the middle of the temple of Knocking Island, where all the masterpieces of the artisans were gathered .

VRRRRROOOOM

Everyone realized where the sound was coming from, thanks to its loud noise . Ian looked on warily, but the artisans didn’t look bothered at all .

“Oooh . ” They said as if this was usual sight . After all, they had arrived on this island the same way, except for Ian and Cleven .