Kadyn burned the coal inside the furnace and closed the surface except for a small portion. He brought the smallest container and placed it on the burning flames. Then he dumped Crimson Ore inside the glass container.

As the heat intensified the ore started to melt. Kadyn waited for around fifteen minutes. In this short time he drenched in sweat—his clothes sticking to his body as close as the skin, hot air smashing into his smooth handsome face. He wiped the beads from his temples and added a chemical when he saw the ore had transformed completely, turning as thin as water.

In that instant the entire container sizzled and even flames covered its surface, extinguishing after a breath—Kadyn examined inside and saw that the fluid inside had divided into two colours. One was red while another was black. The red material laid at the bottom—visible through the transparent screen of the container—while the black floated on the surface.

Kadyn held the beaker-sized container with a tong and sloshed the impurities in the pit near him. When the red liquid started to fall alongside the slag, Kadyn stopped—there were still impurities blended in the Blountine that only high-level artisans could purify, as it needed powerful spiritual energy. About which, he had no idea, so he stopped.

Afterwards he stirred the red liquid with a steel rod and opened one of the frames. It was not a sword, nor a dagger, nor any other weapon frame. It was a round orb, like a smaller version of the pokemon ball—a plug blocked a tiny gap at its bowed surface.

Kadyn pulled the stopper and put the funnel in the opening—he was amazed at the similarities in Potion Making and Artefact Making—then with the help of the tong he started to pour the liquified Blountine in the funnel. After filing the first scaffold, Kadyn brought another similar frame and filled it, too.

There was still little material left inside the container, but it was just too little and not enough to fill another pokemon frame. Then he dumped two scaffolds inside a bucket filled with water, producing bubbles inside because of the scorching heat.

He waited around half an hour before taking them out of the water—and when he opened, two red marbles fell out of them. Their surface was rough, not refined. Kadyn took them in his hands and murmured. “Not bad. Though the quality isn’t that good. After all I have used frames instead of using my own hands to form them. Not that I can make it with my hands, anyway.”

Placing the orbs on an anvil, Kadyn held a small hammer that he took out of many others. There were many tools available, of all sizes and shapes. After all artifacts weren’t just swords and lances and bows and hammers—artifacts could be a small needle to a colossal tanker, to a shoe in a foot, to the pin in the hair of a maiden. Artisans needed delicate apparatus to deal with tiny artifacts.

Tan, tan, tan. Kadyn used a hammer to deal with the uneven surface of the orbs. He adjusted the protruded exterior delicately. Two hours later the orbs that looked rough started to shine with a crimson lustre, laid in his hand like two precious pearls.

“I just need to finish the last step and it will be done. I wonder if Elora would like it?” a smile appeared on his face, thinking about his sister. “I will do it tomorrow. A lot of time has passed. Damn, it’s too hot here.”

He cursed when he realised his condition, drenched with sweat and reeking with smell and clothes tainted with soot that came out of the furnace. His face covered in dirt—shaking his head, Kadyn walked out of the Artisan Hall.

“Last time I gave you a warning that you can’t have any relation with Kadyn. But, see, you are standing here. Wasn’t I clear enough?”

Kadyn heard an arrogant voice as he exited the hall. He frowned and eyed in the distance.

“Do you think I’m afraid of you? Hmph!” Hicka snorted as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking indignant but fearless, at Fenon and his lackeys.

“Teach him a lesson, Big One.” Fenon curled his lips as he folded his arms in front of his chest proudly, standing with head high and chest out.

At Fenon’s command, the biggest fatty stumbled towards Hicka and punched with a nasty expression, chuckling disdainfully at the weakness of the kid in front of him. Hicka peered at the incoming punch with a cold but helpless expression. Though he had already awakened the fifth star, he had no star pattern.

After all he was an orphan. Even school didn’t provide him any, as he had no money to bribe teachers. For they had the right to allocate the star patterns to the students. Why would they provide a pattern to an orphan who could not give them any benefit?

“Stop right there!” Kadyn’s shout rumbled when the fist was about to smash Hicka.

Fatty halted at his sudden appearance. On the other hand, Fenon grinned evilly. “Do it!’ he said.

The hesitation washed away from Big On’s face, seeing Fenon’s conviction, and his fist smashed on Hicka’s chest, striking the poor kid over five meters away.

“How dare you!” Kadyn clenched his fist and roared and brought a small ball out of his pocket. “I’ll make you pay for this!”

He considered Hicka his friend, and it was because of him that Fenon bullied the kid last time. He swallowed his anger and indignation as he had suffered a backlash at that time. Who could have thought someone would take his silence for cowardice?

“I also want to see how you’ll make me pay!” Fenon sneered as a star pattern surrounded him. Nine stars appeared under his feet, indicating his rank! Nine Star Elementary Mage!

Kadyn cared little about his rank at this moment, as the rage had consumed his reasoning. Without uttering a single word, he tossed the [Throwing Bomb] at Fenon and his minions.

At first Fenon laughed mockingly at his action, but when the ball neared the sense of foreboding shrouded him. His heart tightened in fear and body trembled. “Noo!” he screamed.

“Boom!” and the bomb blasted.