Chapter 101b: Sights to See
Here you go, Edwin tossed Rih a small apparatite box, a pastry visible albeit steam-obscured inside. She snagged it from the air before it could slip past her fingers and fall to the bottom of the tower.
Ooh, thanks. Oh wow, Thats good. Whered you get it, and how much was it? I need to stop by there sometime.
Oh? I would have thought no, actually you wouldnt know every bakery in the city would you? Anyway, it was just down the street and he gave quick directions as he joined her on the towers roof, gratefully releasing his mana tether. Rih nodded, And it was pretty cheap, just a couple ager for everything in total.
She choked on her food, coughing and spluttering to the point Edwin wasnt sure if he should do something.
Right. Give me your pouch. You clearly cant be trusted with anything beyond a few ves.
What? Why? Im perfectly capable of managing my own money, thank you very much.
Not if youre spending more than an ager on two things from a bakery!
Well, I did get some other stuff... he protested.
Nuh-uh. Doesnt matter. If you didnt buy nearly the entire shop, nothing you got should have been valued in more than a couple ves.
What are you talking about? he protested.
Edwin, she pped her hands on her leg, You just spent about a weeks worth of wages for aborer on <em>two pastries</em>, and you thought that was a <em>good</em> deal. Carrying around all that money with that disconnect is probably alerting everyone with Value Assessment in the <em>city</em> they can charge you at least twelve times what they normally would.
Now, <em>give me your pouch.</em>
I met you <em>yesterday</em>. Ill buy you a pastry- and put my life in your hands- but Im not about to just hand you all my money! Doubly so after you just <em>dropped </em>me. Ill lock it up or something.
Hey! I said I was sorry. Anyway, <em>no!</em> Coin-Scent is <em>way</em> toomon for thieves here, itll lead them right there.
You live in a <em>tower!</em> How is that not safe? Dont you have a vault or whatever?
Gimme!
No!
In the end, they concealed his coins in at least a hundredyers of apparatite and locked in the vault-like safe alongside <em>Rihs</em> money- a revtion which Edwin felt extremely vindicated to discover. He did keep a single half-grai in his boot as insurance, but bleh. Otherwise, he only had half an ager and thirty ves in his belt pouch.
Honestly, why did everyone treat him as a child? He was responsible
He <em>could</em> be responsible!
Hey, hey. Its alright, Edwin tried to pacify Inion, It was an ident, theres no reason to go so apoplectic.
She dropped you! Was it his imagination, or was the lighting on her face starting to shift?
Look, it was kind of my fault too, okay? I probably could have prevented the whole thing if I was more careful.
You trusted her and then she <em>literally</em> dropped you! I <em>will</em> hurt her.
<em>Thats hardly new- shut up, me.</em>
Look, you guys got along great before! Just think about that? Like yes, she dropped me. But then she caught me! She even apologized of her own volition! Look, its totally fine. Completely and totally fine. I promise.
Edwin gave a big smile to try and persuade her, but was only met with a t re, only slightly spoiled by a lock of her hair drifting in front of her eyes.
Fine, she conceded, But Im keeping Identify close with her.
Edwin took a deep breath. He could do this, no matter how painful it was. Hed faced down giant bears and spiders, this was nowhere <em>close</em> to the scariest thing he did on a regr basis anymore.
Hey, sorry for storming out on you earlier.
Lefi looked at him in surprise, Oh? Ah, but you neednt worry about such things! Frustration is understandable.
Yeah, but I lost control of my emotions and I <em>really</em> shouldnt have snapped at you. I just was frustrated, because it felt like I wasnt improving at all. Oh, I uh also brought you this.
He pulled out an apology sk of ale from his belt. It was apparently about the size of a barrel on the inside, and hed traded two whole healing potions for it- he was probably being ripped off again, but what else was new?
It is perfectly alright, my friend! Lefiughed, All would be forgiven even without the gift! Do you wish to have some yourself?
Ah, thanks, but I dont drink, Edwin declined.
Your loss! Ah, Rih shall be so envious! She does love this.
Edwin raised an eyebrow at that as the adventurer took a quick drink, Ah! Absolutely wonderful.
d you like it, he said, It was the only thing I could think of.
You thought marvelously! I hope you were not overcharged too severely!
Edwin sighed, How did you hear about that <em>already</em>? But yeah, I might be absolutely awful at this people stuff, but I still like to <em>try</em>.
Lefiughed, then broached the question Edwin had been waiting for, Do you wish to continue your training?
Do you think itll actually help? Edwin asked, Like genuinely, actually help. Because I can certainly try, but I would like a bit more feedback on what Im doing wrong.
Lefi smiled, I can certainly try myself.
A few ager- not spent by him, but by Rih, who knew the city best- had gotten Edwin a pauldron made to his specifications almost impressively well. The metal cuff fit snugly around his shoulder, and the line of pinholes were perfectly aligned with where hed found them to be most effective- that had been a very long, very painful day of testing but he had a local maximum at the very least. But best of all, it articted perfectly with his joint, barely impeding his range of motion. It still <em>slightly</em> harmed how much he could stretch, of course, but that just came with the territory of level 74 Flexibility. Random pieces of loose clothing impeded his mobility.
For some reason, his semi-generic tunics, let alone his pants, didnt seem to anticipate his ability to put his knees behind his head for extended periods of time. Honestly, though, they should. Sure, Attributes may not have been <em>that</em>mon, but apparently it wasmon enough for artisans to get the Dexterity attribute so shouldnt they be able to make clothing that amodated for that?
The answer to that was no, because Dexterity didnt actually improve your flexibility or range of motion, just let you have greater control over your body, and it was generally focused on the fingers for the people who used it anyway.
He should probably try and get the Artisan path, though. Dexterity sounded like a good attribute for him to have, and it would at least help him with his current task. As it stood, it took an impressive amount of focus to keep his fingers from trembling and ruining all his progress.
Alchemical Dismantling helped <em>somewhat</em>, but not overmuch. It made the entire procedure possible, but there was still a certain amount of finesse that was required with cutting the quill out of a feather- or more urately, the feathery parts away from the stem.
Hed found in his Refining that the quill in the lybirds feather wasnt helpful in his refinement of the obscuring-illusion dust. It seemed to have more to do with fear and darkness. If he were to guess, it served as some sort of control function, helping the rest of the magic to be aimed properly.
Whatever the case, all he needed were the iridescent vanes, glittering ck and green. How you could have ck iridescence he wasnt entirely sure, but it looked <em>really</em> cool. His initial experiments had shown that the final result was just as potent, producedparable amounts of dust, and most importantly was <em>way</em> easier to Refine. The only hitch was that he had to cut <em>right</em> at the base of the barbs. Hed found out the hard way that just trying to shave off a bit of the feather didnt work for some reason. It was either the entire de of the feather or nothing.
The minced feathers probably still had <em>some</em> use, sure, but they were far less effective for his goals at the moment, and he couldnt get distracted trying to find out everything about them.
Just by omitting the shaft whatever it was called, he could cut his time almost in half, which given how much harder the process got the longer he took was huge. Sure, the bulk of the time he spent Refining was trying to get his mana into a Refined state, and that was taking less and less time as he got better and better at the process, but after about the first hour spent actually Refining an object, his mana got unruly.
Given how he could practically double his output each additional ten minutes- five minutes, now- he took Refining things, cutting the time it took to get the first feather properly Refined from half an hour to fifteen minutes was absolutely massive.
Heck, if he wasnt careful he would have to start rationing his use of the feathers in case he found something else that he wanted to use them for in the future. That was a problem for future-Edwin, though.
Right now, it was just him, his knife, and his sample. Onest deft swipe with his de- that Knives skill was starting to look rather tempting- and the feather was done, the dismantled parts going in their respective jars.
<em>Two thousand lybird feathers in the jar, two thousand lybird feathers. Take one out, slice it up, one thousand nine hundred and ny-nine feathers in the jar</em>
Edwin had asked for and been assigned a small stone workshop in the tower to perform histest experiments in, as he didnt want to identally burn down his carriage with his current project.
Simply put, he was seriously overdue for in, no-frills explosives. Hed made shbangs, smoke bombs, fire cocktails, and more. But he hadnt made a single concussive bomb since either the dwarves or blowing up his kiln, depending on what he decided to count.
And that was just far, far too long. He highly doubted that many people would have shockwave resistance via Skills, and while Health would help put a damper on the sorts of internal damage that could be caused nobody would be very well-off from having a bomb detonate right in front of their face. He could probably even manage that with Throwing Weapons and Firestarting, which was a truly terrifying prospect.
Sure, there were lots of problems with the idea, and lots of danger to be had.
But when it came to making things blow up Edwin surveyed his tools and materials eagerly.
He could put aside his concerns.
It was time to make things go <em>boom</em>.