Single Spell Sorcerer-Chapter 102: A Dent

Jax found Zane not long after, spending his time writing something in the other room.

"Hey, are you busy?" he called out.

"What do you want?" the man asked.

"I was just wondering if the book you gave me is complete or not," Jax said. "There is some information missing from what I can tell."

The man turned around, his eyes narrowing. "That shouldn’t be possible. Are some pages torn away?" he asked.

"No, I don’t think there are," Jax said. "It’s just one flower I didn’t find any information about. It’s the flower that grows in the middle of the lake where the Lakeborn Monkey is found."

The man thought for a moment and sighed. "No, there’s no information missing. The book you got only records the regular plants that can be found in the forest. Special items like that flower are listed in another book."

"Oh, uhh... could I read that?" Jax asked.

The man glared openly.

"I just want to learn about the flower. Nothing else," Jax replied, but the man seemed adamant.

"If you want to learn about it, return tomorrow with another token, and I will let you read the book."

Jax sighed. "Fine, I get it. I’m leaving."

It was hard to tell if the man was just doing his job or not, but Jax had come to really dislike the man. Walking out of the Ink Hermit’s place, the only positive emotion he had was the happiness he felt at getting enough recorded about the different plants which he could gather and sell later.

Jax soon had another positive emotion bubbling up within him. It was an excited sort of emotion that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He was finally going to get his armor.

It was late in the day now, the sun far in the west. Any hour now, it would set.

Surely, his armor was ready by now.

Jax arrived at the smithy not long after and made his way to where Melayne would be working. The darker-skinned, light-brown-haired woman was sitting by the empty forge, seemingly lost in her thought.

"You actually look thoughtful," Jax said, bringing her back from her thoughts.

Melayne jerked her head toward him. "Oh, you’re finally here," she said, standing up. "It’s done."

"Great. Let me see what you’ve ended up making."

"Sure," Mel said. "But... there was a small issue."

Jax frowned. "What issue?"

Mel hesitated a little. "I hope you weren’t too attached to your axe," she said with a small smile.

Jax panicked. "What did you do to my axe?" he asked. "You better not have destroyed it, you crazy b—"

He stopped the moment he saw the fury in her eyes. He had nearly forgotten how angry she got when she was called a bitch.

"If you don’t want me to call you a bitch, then don’t do things like this that force one to," Jax said. "What is wrong with my axe? Did you break it somehow?"

Mel took a moment to calm herself and brought out Jax’s axe from her Inventory. Appearing there, Jax couldn’t see anything wrong with it at all. With the furnace no longer working, it was hard to tell if anything was bad at all.

He reached out and grabbed the axe.

The moment he took it, he could tell something was off. There was a change in weight, like it was top-heavy. The overall weight was also lower.

Jax quickly brought it out of the darkness and into some light that shined through the window and he finally saw the change in the axe.

It was no longer the axe that he had given her.

The bronze handle had been changed to an iron one. He only just noticed.

"What’s going on?" he asked, unable to understand. "Why did you change my handle?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"I hope you weren’t too attached to the handle," she said. "I tried to add a rune to it, but I ended up making a mistake, so that piece of metal is unusable now. The Iron Hermit knows some method to get rid of old runes from objects to make room for a new one, but I don’t know it."

"So my only option was to make you a new one. I tried finding the closest metal I could in weight, but it must feel off for you."

Jax felt anger bubble within him. He had come here so excited to get his items, only to find out that she had ruined his axe.

"Does it feel wrong?" she asked.

"Of course it feels wrong," Jax said. "The weight is heavier on the head now, so the balance of the axe is different. The handle feels somewhat slippery too. Not to mention, it isn’t even a well-made handle. There’s a dent on the side for god’s sake."

"Don’t shout at me," Mel said, pouting. "I did what I could, and it’s all worked out in the end. The balance of the axe is just your problem. Use it for a while and you’ll get used to it."

"It is also not slippery. You just think that because it’s a fresh metal. Use it enough and you’ll know. If you still think it’s slippery, just add some cloth strips to add grip."

"And lastly, there is no dent on the handle."

Jax’s brows furrowed. "What do you mean there’s no dent?" he asked. "It’s right here. I can feel it."

"There is no dent," the woman said stubbornly.

Jax felt furious. He placed the axe to the light of the window. "Look, I can see a dent. It’s right here."

"Look closely," Mel said. "That is no dent."

"What do you mean it’s not a—"

Jax looked back at the dent, suddenly realizing something. The ’dent’ was a weirdly symmetrical oval shape. Many etched lines came out of it, spreading around the handle.

Jax realized he had seen this before. This dent.

His eyes widened and he turned to look at the woman. "Is this..."

She nodded. "It’s not a dent. It’s a Spell Slot."

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