Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 161 Commissioned Creation

The reception area for the custom equipment crafting center is located in the mission lobby, but the actual crafting takes place elsewhere.

Ronan searched around the mission lobby and finally found the reception point in a rather inconspicuous location.

There seemed to be no one at the reception desk.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that a young man with brightly colored hair was lying back in a chair, squinting and pretending to be asleep.

"Hello there."

Ronan tentatively spoke up, but when he found no response, he tapped on the table and raised his voice, "Hello."

Perhaps Ronan used too much force, because the sudden sound startled the sleeping young man, who almost fell off his chair.

"What, what are you doing?!"

As soon as the young man stood up, he was holding a delicate little hammer in his hand, which seemed to be his weapon.

Do you accept custom orders?

Ronan asked expressionlessly, feeling that this person was inexplicably unreliable.

Upon hearing this, the young man realized that a guest had arrived.

His expression changed instantly, and with a flick of his wrist, the delicate little hammer disappeared from his palm.

He then said with a fawning expression, "What would you like to order? Our center has official guarantees, so both the quality and price are assured."

"How much will it cost?" Ronan asked cautiously.

He doesn't have many magic stones left. The seven hundred magic stones he borrowed earlier have already been squandered, and he needs to get reimbursed to make up for it.

As for crafting equipment, that is a personal activity and is not covered by the academy's reimbursement policy.

Therefore, Ronan spent his own money to manufacture the equipment.

Although he didn't have much money—

"Guest, it depends on what equipment you need to customize. If you provide precious materials as the main materials for the production, our center will only charge 10% of the material cost."

"If the materials are not provided, then the price will be calculated separately."

Ronan nodded, acknowledging the reasonableness of this fee.

Using materials as payment was originally his plan, and since that was the other party's original charging model, it couldn't be better.

"I have the materials." Ronan nodded. "I need to make two different pieces of equipment."

He then placed two storage bags in front of the other person and said, "The two sets of materials and equipment blueprints are here. Take a look at the required consumption."

The young man let out a soft exclamation, somewhat surprised that someone would prepare so much.

He picked up one of the storage bags and took out the flesh and blood of the four-legged creature inside.

The young man's eyes widened slightly as he weighed the flesh in his hand: "The flesh of some special creature, possessing a certain level of magic resistance and powerful sensory shielding—oh, so that's what it is."

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After pondering for a moment, the young man nodded slightly.

He clearly recognized what it was, but didn't say anything.

This is to protect customer information and prevent malicious individuals from overhearing and having other ideas.

"Customers are a rare sight. Let me see your specific needs."

The young man picked up Ronan's design drawings and examined them carefully. "Sir, your design drawings are the most detailed I've ever seen—I see, it's a magic robe, no problem."

The young man muttered to himself, without waiting for Ronan's response.

He carefully put away the flesh and the design drawings, then smiled at Ronan and said, "Guest, our center will charge ten percent of the production cost for this magic robe. Do you agree?"

"Okay." Ronan nodded, the fee was the same as before.

The young man nodded in satisfaction; this was a big deal.

He looked at another storage bag and took out its contents—this time, he only took out a design drawing.

"Huh?" The young man was somewhat surprised.

He then channeled his mental energy into the storage bag, somewhat incredulously exclaiming, "It's actually this?"

The young man checked it several times before recovering from his shock.

He picked up the design drawings, glanced at them, and shook his head. "Sir, this doesn't need to be built according to this plan."

"How so?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

His plan was to string these spirit fragments together to form a necklace, which would be able to resist curses multiple times.

But the young man clearly didn't think so: "Guest, this thing doesn't have any added benefits when it's scattered. It's better to remelt it into one, and the effect will be twice as strong as before."

"Of course, if we do it that way—"

The young man chuckled and rubbed his fingers together. "The fee will be another 50% higher."

Ronan thought for a moment and felt that the other party's proposal was obviously better, and the price was within his budget, so he nodded in agreement: "Okay. When can these two pieces of equipment be completed?"

"The estimated lead time is within 7 days. However, if you need it urgently, our center will dispatch a top-level craftsman, which is me, to expedite its production for you."

The young man couldn't help but rub his hands together again. "But as for the cost—"

Upon hearing this, Ronan hesitated for a moment.

It wasn't about increasing the cost, but rather that the other party said he would take action personally.

Although this young man is skilled in his work, his equipment-making abilities are questionable.

The other party seemed to have seen through this, "Guest, I am the only senior craftsman in this center, and also a certified equipment crafter from the Valley of the Dead. You can doubt everything, but you cannot doubt my crafting skills."

As he spoke, he pulled out a drawer and displayed his certificates.

Ronan glanced at it sideways, unable to tell if it was real or fake, but overall it seemed quite high-class.

"Alright, expedite its production for me, I need it urgently."

He was about to leave in a few days, so he really needed to speed things up.

"Alright, sir! Please trust the skill of our center's only senior craftsman. With the Mission Hall as your guarantee, we are honest and trustworthy."

Seeing his confident demeanor, Ronan's contempt lessened slightly.

The storage bag he provided did not contain all the materials.

He kept about 80% of the rotten, monstrous flesh.

Only half of the spirit fragments of the Death Curse Spirit were delivered.

Ronan dared not hand over everything at once.

Although, according to the young man, reforging all the fragments into one could enhance the ability to resist the curse—

However, firstly, this is only one side of the story, and the specific effects are unknown;

Secondly, he estimated that he was unlikely to be cursed in any serious way.

In reality, resisting curses relies less on anti-curse equipment and more on ensuring that you don't leave behind any information that could be cursed.

He had never seen anyone in the academy who could cast a curse without a medium.

Thinking of this, Ronan was taken aback.

This idea doesn't seem very rigorous either; I seem to have seen curse masters who can cast curses without a medium.

Ronan suddenly couldn't quite recall whether he had ever seen a curse master cast a curse without a medium, simply by using the curse eye.

Speaking of which, I wonder how that fragment of crystal I brought back from the Netherworld is doing—

It now seems to have been taken over by the Cursed Eye mentor under the guise of research experiments.

This is also why the free courses once came to a standstill.

In the past few days, after banishing the two skeletons to the realm of the dead, he has not encountered any similar fragments of crystals.

The skeletons didn't even appear on the battlefield, but in a desolate desert.

Ronan observed for a while and found that he had not encountered any enemies, so he simply let them fend for themselves.