Chapter 107: Garrick

Several blacksmiths had already started moving closer to Grandmaster Doran. They were clearly hoping to get one of the Production Orbs.

One of them finally stepped forward.

"Grandmaster Doran, would you be willing to give me one of the Orbs?"

Doran glanced at him before looking at the three Orbs floating around him.

He seemed to already know why everyone had gathered there. Without saying much, he reached out and took the Orb with the 20% bonus. He then placed it on a nearby table.

After that, he picked up the two remaining Orbs, both of which had a 10% bonus.

"Here. You two can have these."

He randomly handed them to two blacksmiths standing closest to him.

The two men were clearly delighted. They quickly thanked Doran and carefully received the Orbs.

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

"Thank you very much!"

Doran simply waved his hand as if it wasn’t a big deal.

The two blacksmiths immediately thanked Doran and left the workshop with their Production Orbs.

They had good reasons to hurry.

Just like Essence Buffs, Production Buffs didn’t last forever. Once they appeared, they would disappear after twenty-four hours if they weren’t absorbed.

There were also restrictions on how they could be used.

A Production Buff could only be used once, and its effect would only apply to a single production process. Once the item was completed, the buff would disappear. It couldn’t be used again when creating another item, and absorbing several Production Buffs wouldn’t allow someone to stack their effects.

This meant that anyone who received one had to make proper use of it before it disappeared.

The remaining blacksmiths watched the two lucky men leave. Some looked disappointed, while others continued waiting.

They were hoping Grandmaster Doran would start working on another piece of equipment. If he successfully finished another one, more Production Orbs might appear.

However, Doran had other plans.

He looked at the people gathered around him and spoke.

"That’s the last one for today. I won’t be forging anything else."

The blacksmiths were immediately disappointed.

"Already?"

"Grandmaster, can’t you make just one more?"

"Please, I’ll be satisfied with even a 10% Production Orb!"

Doran shook his head.

"I’ve done enough for today. If you want to come back, you can try again tomorrow."

After hearing his answer, the blacksmiths could only give up.

Some of them sighed and slowly left the workshop. Others looked reluctant to leave, but they eventually followed.

"Let’s come again tomorrow. Maybe we’ll be luckier then."

"That’s right. We might get another chance."

Before long, most of the people who had gathered around Doran began leaving the workshop.

Ethan and the others were about to approach him when Kael suddenly noticed someone near the pile of equipment.

"Uncle Garrick!"

A middle-aged man who was standing beside the equipment turned around after hearing his name.

He had just stored several pieces of equipment, making the pile beside him disappear with a wave of his hand.

When he saw Kael, his face immediately brightened.

"Young Guild Leader Kael!"

He walked towards them with a smile.

"When did you arrive? Why didn’t you inform me beforehand?"

"We just arrived in Ironhaven," Kael replied. "I came here with some students from the academy. We have an assignment in the city."

Garrick looked at the people behind Kael, then nodded.

"So that’s why you’re here. I see."

He then turned towards Doran.

"Come, let me introduce you to Grandmaster Doran. He’s the one your father commissioned to produce the next batch of equipment for our guild members. He’s been working on them since he arrived in Ironhaven."

Kael nodded before following Garrick towards the goblin.

"Grandmaster Doran, this is Kael Silvercrest, the son of our guild leader and the young guild leader of Silvercrest Guild."

Doran turned his head towards Kael.

"Oh, so you’re the young guild leader. I’ve heard about you."

He gave a small nod.

Kael also nodded politely.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Grandmaster Doran."

Doran didn’t say much more. He simply nodded again before looking away.

Meanwhile, Garrick was about to say something else when a voice suddenly came from behind Kael.

"Can we hurry this up? We still have somewhere to go."

Garrick turned towards the person who had spoken.

Until then, he hadn’t paid much attention to the people standing behind Kael. He had been focused on greeting the young guild leader and introducing him to Grandmaster Doran.

However, the moment his eyes landed on Ethan, his expression changed.

His eyes widened, and he stared at him for a moment as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

"It’s you!"

He remembered Ethan very clearly. During the trip to the Verdant Secret Realm, Ethan had taken the Thornheart Flower right under his nose. He had also managed to obtain a variant spirit essence that Garrick had nearly risked his life to acquire.

But that wasn’t all.

Ethan had also put Garrick’s life in danger during their time in the secret realm. Looking back, Garrick couldn’t help feeling that the young man had played him from beginning to end.

He hadn’t forgotten any of it.

And now, the person responsible was standing right in front of him.

Garrick’s face twisted with anger as he remembered that humiliating past.

He didn’t bother asking Ethan why he was here or even giving him a chance to explain himself.

A faint spiritual fluctuation suddenly spread from his body.

Before anyone could react, a small, transparent dagger emerged from the middle of his forehead. It was almost invisible, but everyone nearby could feel the strange pressure coming from it.

The dagger pointed directly at Ethan.

A terrifying killing intent filled the workshop.

Garrick was a Spirit Executioner. His attacks weren’t limited to the physical body. He could target another person’s spirit and soul, making his attacks extremely difficult to defend against.

And this dagger was one of his most dangerous skills.

It was an attack that even Garrick couldn’t use carelessly. The skill placed a heavy burden on his own spirit, and using it could leave him feeling weak for a short period of time.

But at that moment, he didn’t care.

He wanted Ethan dead.

"Uncle Garrick, stop!"

Kael’s voice rang out as he finally understood what was happening.

Unfortunately, Garrick didn’t even look at him.

The transparent dagger had already left his forehead and shot towards Ethan.

It happened too quickly.

By the time Kael shouted, the attack was already on its way.