Chapter 620: A Higher Chance Of Survival

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Gerald," a beautiful drow said with a smile.
"I'm sorry for inconveniencing you again, Lady Adira," Gerald replied.
No ordinary flame was strong enough to forge materials taken from Monsters that were Rank 9 and above.
In other words, he needed to use the Flames of Sylvanna, which belonged to the Order of Raziel.
Thirteen had a very good relationship with them, so the Branch Head, Lady Ouriel, agreed to let Gerald use the flame for his blacksmithing purposes.
Adira, who also had a good relationship with the teenage boy, guided Gerald to their headquarters while asking about Zion's latest exploits.
Gerald, who was more than happy to brag about the accomplishments of his son, told the Drow about Zion's latest adventure.NoÌv(el)B\\jnn
At first, the Drow was smiling. But when the story came to the summoning of the Majin King, the smile on her face stiffened.
"Y-You mean to say that you're here to craft equipment using the Scales and Fangs of a Majin King?!" Adira asked in disbelief.
"Yes?" Gerald blinked in confusion. "Didn't Zion tell you guys about it?"
"He did not."
"Uh... then now you know?"
Adira almost cursed out loud with Drow Language. This was the first time anyone was going to use the Flames of Sylvanna to craft something out of the body parts of a Majin King.
This was an unprecedented event, and she instantly thought that news of this must not spread to the other branches no matter what.
If this information were to reach certain people, chaos would definitely ensue within the Order of Raziel.
Mythical-Grade Equipment was already so rare that only the Kings of Solterra wielded them. However, there were Emperors, as well as other powerful individuals, who possessed Legendary Equipments, which had been used to thwart the First Jinn Invasion of their world. These weapons possessed incredible skills and abilities, and many factions would fight in order to possess one.
Although the possibility of Gerald crafting Mythical or Legendary Equipment was low, the possibility still existed, especially since he was using such a very high-grade material.
"Don't go to the smithy right now. Also, don't tell anyone about the materials you're going to use," Adira stated. "Let me talk to my Master first."
Gerald, who seemed to understand what the Drow was hinting at, nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry for troubling you, Lady Adira," Gerald replied. "My lips are sealed."
Adira nodded before leaving Gerald to talk to her Master.
In order to safeguard such a secret, they would need to ensure that Gerald would work in a place hidden from the eyes of others, preventing the greed of humans and the other races from finding his scent.
Thirteen had ordered the Trolls to not hold back, and fight Mikhail and Shasha seriously.
He knew that his siblings were no pushovers, and holding back against them would not help them in their training.
Just as Thirteen was planning to work on the second Attack Helicopter, his communicator
rang.
When he saw the name of the caller, he couldn't help but arch an eyebrow, not expecting that this person would contact him at this time.
"What's wrong, Renz?" Thirteen asked. "Is there a problem in the Cygni Continent?"
Renz Elrod was the strategist of the Dvalinn Federation and the brother of the Monarch of the
Elrod Clan.
He had a very high status in the alliance, but now, he was Thirteen's subordinate, though this arrangement was only known to the two of them.
"Do you have any more Scales of the Majin King in your possession?" Renz asked. "The Heirs of the Cygni Faction, who had witnessed your battle with the Majin King, had brought back a few scales for their clans to use.
"I was also informed that two other scales are currently up for auction, and if my guess is right, the Monarch Clans will definitely do their best to secure them. My brother is feeling worried that the blacksmiths of his rivals will succeed in crafting a Mythical Equipment. "If that happens, the balance of power will be broken. I had a feeling that you might have a scale or two lying around, so I decided to call you in order to negotiate for them." Thirteen pondered for a bit before giving his reply.
Since Renz was now one of his people, he wouldn't mind giving him some benefits if his conditions were met.
"I'll give you two scales, but I have a condition," Thirteen stated.
"I'm all ears," Renz replied.
He and Thirteen were now on the same side, so he was certain that the teenage boy wouldn't
ask for the impossible.
He wasn't disappointed, and happily agreed to the condition that Thirteen had asked for him.
"Since this is a very sensitive transaction, it will be best if your brother personally collects them here in the Aldebaran Continent," Thirteen added. "Make sure that he wears a disguise. We don't want to have rumors flying around, right?"
"Of course," Renz replied with a smile. "I'll make sure to pass that message to him." When the communication ended, Thirteen glanced towards the Southwest and smirked. Truth be told, he was hoping that the blacksmiths of the other Monarch Clans and the Prestigious Families would succeed in crafting a Mythical-Grade Equipment.
If that happens, the balance of power would indeed be broken. However, the Leventis Family wouldn't be too affected by the storm that would wash over the world.
"Soon," Thirteen muttered.
He hoped that the changes would happen soon so that the world of Pangea would have a
higher chance of survival.