The First Legendary Beast Master

Their reputation as a quality magical goods supplier seemed to have spread quickly through the city, and while Karl was busy working to make replacements for the items which had been purchased that day, Wendy was busily making Commander Rank wooden Rings with mana storage and skill power.

She brought them in towards the end of the day, and Karl made a space in one of the taller display cases near the back of the room, where the potions were.

That was the unofficial spot for items with extremely high sales volumes. Directly in front of customers when they entered, but at the far end of the room, so they had to pass everything else.

The next customer in, one of the Guardsmen, saw them setting up the wooden rings and stopped to wait for them to finish working.

"Oh, you sell lower grade items as well? I was afraid that anything I found might be overkill. While the rings are incredibly tempting, and I will ask about them later, I would like to ask if you have any scar reduction creams?

I heard that there is a Nature Cleric in your group, and they are known to have skills in the healing arts that can help with cursed scars." He asked. Read exclusive adventures at

Karl frowned. "Is that for you or as a gift?"

The Guard motioned towards his back. "It’s for me. I’ve got a cursed scar all down my back that limits my range of movement, and I’m worried I’ll fail the standard aptitude tests next time.

I got it on the last deployment, and even our Shamans couldn’t deal with it."

"Can you take your shirt off? Once the specialists see what they’re working with, they can make a better recommendation."

The Guard wasn’t sure who the specialist was supposed to be here, but he pulled his shirt off unquestioningly, revealing a scar from his upper shoulder to his belt.

It was still faintly glowing with power, and an angry red of damaged flesh, which was fighting the continual damage with his regenerative speed.

Karl tried the obvious first, and placed his hand on the guard’s shoulder to extend [Trollish Regeneration] over the man’s body.

That helped, and the wound mostly closed in seconds, but the curse remained as strong as ever, and an angry red line remained, waiting for its chance to expand again.

Remi poured a healing potion over it, and the curse began to dim for a moment, then returned to full strength.

"What exactly gave you that wound?" Karl asked as the angry line began to overcome Monarch Rank Trollish Regeneration.

"I was attacked by a Totem Rank Nether Beast. Well, I was hit by an attack of one. Fortunately, it wasn’t targeting me alone, or I would not be here. The wounds it inflicts are cursed, and even at the same Rank, they’re considered quite difficult to purge.

I am receiving treatment from the Shamans in the unit, but they aren’t sure how long it will take to completely eliminate it."

Cara watched in fascination as all the healing methods were tried and failed. Then, she went for old faithful.

[Nullify]

The red line instantly vanished, leaving a ball of curse energy in the air that aimed back at the Guard’s body.

[Nullify]

[Nullify]

[Nullify]

[Stick it in a jar and put it in Sister Rae’s space]

{Problem solved.}

Karl wasn’t completely convinced that stuffing a damaged curse in a jar and tossing it in a mental space, especially one linked to his own mind, was a great idea.

However, once the curse was in the space, it seemed to vanish, dissipated by something related to the power of the spaces.

That was unexpected. At least to Karl. But the wound on the Guard’s back was completely gone, and even after Karl deactivated [Trollish Regeneration] it showed no signs of returning.

"It looks like that is gone. It was a pretty nasty curse, and you were lucky this time. Cara’s ability to remove curses doesn’t extend to the Totem Rank yet, so if this one was full and complete, you could have been in real trouble." Karl warned.

The Guard gave him a knowing smile. "Oh, I remember. The Shamans have been reminding me every day how lucky I am to be alive. But if the curse is gone, like truly gone, I am finally free of trips to the infirmary every afternoon."

Karl inspected the wound, as did Cara. The joint decision was that there was nothing left to see, so the Guardsman should be good to go.

With their decision, the Guard turned to the rack of wooden rings.

"Are these made in house?" He asked, admiring the carvings.

"Yes. Those are made by one of our Apprentice Runesmith. They’re new to the art, but an exceptional sculptor. The simplicity helps them focus the design on the desired effects." Karl explained.

Actually, it just saved time so they could make more of them to practice on, but it wasn’t really a lie.

"How much mana does this ring store?" The guard asked, mentally calculating if the posted 55 Gold Coin price was worth it. That was well under half of what it cost to buy a Royal Rank ring with a similar effect, but a Commander Rank ring would not necessarily be even half the effect.

Karl thought about it. There wasn’t really an accepted standard for measuring mana storage. Use, sure. But storage was a grey area.

"Six seconds at peak Commander Rank Spell Power." Karl offered.

"So, twelve [Cleave] attacks at peak Commander? That’s about two at Overlord, or six at Monarch, I would guess. Not a huge amount of storage, but if I reserved that for my defensive abilities..." The Guard trailed off.

"I will take the ring. Please commend your apprentice on their fine craftsmanship." He decided a few seconds later.

Wendy had made her first sale, and Karl watched as the Guard went out and showed it off to all his friends at the Gate.

They might not all be willing to buy such an expensive ring, but for an Overlord, the extra Skill Power would be worth the cost, even if the mana storage was more of a life-saving effect than a regular use mana pool.

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