The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 727  A Blade For Othello

Othello stared down at the glimmering silver blade, with its blood-red runes and golden hilt. It was beautiful, and the runic inscription scrolled down the blade like a Gordian knot of power.

The moment her hand touched the blade, Karl could see it bond with her, and a smile slowly spread across her face.

[Blade of the Avenging Angel] Adds 20% Skill Damage. Adds 40% Physical Strength. Deals 150% additional weapon damage as Holy Damage. Deals double damage to targets with impure intentions toward the wielder. Not usable by {Unholy} or {Male} wielders.

Granite stared in shock as he inspected the weapon.

”I canʼt believe that worked. And it worked well. Double damage to targets with impure intentions? That has to be an Epic Grade bonus. The others might not make the Epic standard, but that one for certain should, even if itʼs limited.” The Dwarf announced.

”Is it a random effect? Or did you specifically try for an effect that would keep a female Paladin safe from unwanted attention?” Othello asked Karl, who put on his best innocent expression while Granite sat down on the floor, holding his belly as he laughed and tears rolled into his beard.

”Aye, lass. A very specific inscription. The bottom half of the inscription is a poem about how nice your arse is.” The Dwarf crowed.

”You didnʼt” Othello gasped.

Karl shrugged. ”It is the outcomes that matter, right? Besides, there are fewer than ten people in the country who can read those Runes, and even fewer who will have the chance.

The Holy Damage should stack on all of your attacks, the same as Ghostfire does when I use the Haint Claw. So, thatʼs a significant damage increase, or the equivalent of a moderate powered Overlord Ranked skill without expending any of your own energy.

When it is endurance that matters, that much extra damage will make a real difference in your expenditure.”

Mabel, one of the blue dragon acolytes, raised her hand. ”Overlord, might we ask for a favour?” She inquired politely.

Othello nodded, and the cleric smiled.

”Can you turn around? Uhm, it would seem that the shape of your posterior is relevant to our notes on the effectiveness of targeted poetry in inscriptions.”

Othello turned to face Karl, inadvertently doing what the Cleric asked.

”See what you have started? You have a whole team of ladies at the Palace, are you so affection starved that you need to be fantasizing about other women?” She demanded.

”See what you have started? You have a whole team of ladies at the Palace, are you so affection starved that you need to be fantasizing about other women?” She demanded.

Karl held up his hands defensively. ”Itʼs not like that. You see, if you put a rant about how bad human craftsmanship is on a human made weapon, with the rune to strengthen it, the effect is amplified.

So my logic was that if I put a cheeky poem about the virtues of a female Paladin on a weapon specifically for you, it should increase the other effects. I didnʼt know that it was going to add a whole other spell effect. The intent was to increase the other three effects.”

Then Karl gestured at her shield. ”Can you hand me that for a moment? I can see that itʼs just a Commander Rank Holy Item, but I think that it can be improved if youʼre fond of it. I promise, no weird inscriptions on this one.”

Overlord Othelloʼs trust in Karlʼs Runecrafting, not in his skill but in his intentions, was evidently low. But she handed over the shield, and Karl quickly sketched a set of runes on the back, not going for a full coverage runic inscription.

”There you go. More durable and better at channelling skills like shield bash.”

Othello smiled as she picked up the shield, then giggled when she saw that Karl had added {Property of Othello} in at the top. It was all in Runic, but the translation for the name tag appeared before her eyes, thanks to the System.

Forgemaster Granite came over to inspect the shield, now that he had mostly stopped laughing, and grunted in approval.

”Thatʼs a fine piece of armour. It should be able to take a proper hit, even if you donʼt have a skill on it. That will save you some energy in battle. I donʼt recommend that you just let the shield take everything, but if you canʼt get a skill up in time, one hit shouldnʼt destroy it.” The Dwarf decided.

Unfortunately for Karl, he didnʼt know a rune combination that would actually lead to a self repairing piece of armour, which would limit the value and longevity of defensive items much more than a magical weapon was limited. Returning them to storage in your inventory often repaired small damages on items, though. So, there was some hope that stronger magical items would be able to ignore small amounts of wear and tear without needing to go to a forge regularly.

The rest of Opheliaʼs group stared at the weapon in envy. ”If she gets something that excessive, I can only imagine what the consolation prizes are going to look like.” One of the warriors joked.

Karl chuckled and gestured to the weapons that the other smiths had been making. ”Pick your favourite style and I will enchant it for you. Those blades will all handle Royal Rank power, and with a standard inscription on them, they will be quick to upgrade. It might not be as glamorous as what the Overlords get, but I can do the work for all four of you in under an hour.”

The mage looked concerned for a moment, but the Nature Cleric had him covered, and there were freshly made compound bows assembled from spare parts that the Ranged Weapons team was now working to upgrade.

The Ranger in the team looked torn. His class often needed both, but asking for two weapons to everyone elseʼs single gift seemed like it would be pushing his luck.

His blade was a strong Commander Rank one with Life Steal on it, so he kept that one, and went for a new bow. He had no idea what Karl could do for archers, but a Royal Rank bow could be enough to swing many battles.