Due to the rarity of materials, even if successfully obtained, the forging can only rely on the ancient method.
Nowadays, only a few people master the related skills, so few can process them into Space Equipment. And the few remnants from ancient times have a price but no market.
Therefore, there is almost no Space Equipment circulating in the Kingdom's market.
Note: Space Equipment cannot be obtained through normal means. Even my brother goes out for training carrying a backpack.
Awakening from recollection, the Hero instinctively hugged his small backpack tighter.
"Hero, is the gift from your parents for your coming-of-age ceremony in the bag? You treasure it so much."
In the carriage, sitting opposite the Hero, the Fourteenth Princess finally couldn't resist speaking up, curiously asking.
Lately, besides traveling outside with the Hero, the Fourteenth Princess has been mostly busy with social engagements in the City Lord Mansion, meeting the city's Nobles, and thus hasn't visited the Viscount Mansion again.
When she visited here again, the Viscount Mansion had already become a level ground.
Initially daring to confront the Hero's father, the Fourteenth Princess was naturally familiar with the Hero's family situation.
Although she had been staying in the City Lord Mansion, she also sensed the change in the Heroic Family's atmosphere from the Hero's attitude.
Despite the Viscount Mansion now being almost reduced to ashes, the relationship between the Hero and his family, instead, has somewhat eased — at least, now when the Hero mentions his parents, he no longer shows a low mood.
Since the Hero himself considers this good, she has no intention of delving into the Viscount's House secrets further, but seeing the Hero's priceless demeanor, her curiosity still got aroused.
"Yes, it was given to me by my father and mother together... it's like a secret weapon, so I need to carefully guard it." The Hero swallowed.
"The secret weapon handed over by the Pantheon Mage... sounds really promising." The Fourteenth Princess nodded thoughtfully.
"Ahaha..." The Hero tried his best to make his smile look less forced.
'Father, what are you usually researching after all...' ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire.net
She secretly complained in her heart, recalling the brief conversation with her father before departure.
Although satisfied with her performance in the coming-of-age ceremony, that father naturally wouldn't care much about his daughter's travels.
Thus, after the Hero was discharged from the hospital, she actively went to say goodbye to him as he was commanding on the Viscount Mansion construction site and received the true usage of this bottle of Magic Potion.
"You are a Beast Spirit Mage, right? Do you know about the Arcane Surge? If not, go read books yourself."
Her father's words were concise, without impatience, but obviously without meaning to elaborate.
"When the Arcane Surge descends, a nearby Magic Creature will become the core leader, growing fiercely at an incredible speed, advancing, and eventually transforming into a Demon King Level or even higher being, then rampaging around with a large group of equally fierce beasts.
"The effect of this bottle of Magic Potion is simple: it makes the consumed Demon Beast become the center of the Arcane Surge, growing fiercely and rapidly, while the Magic Power it emanates affects the surrounding Magic Creatures, thereby creating an artificial Arcane Surge."
Then, her father shook his head regrettably.
"Originally, I wanted to try using it myself, but it seems to be a bit overdone; this bottle has become completely unsuitable for human use, drinking it only leads to death."
"Keeping it stored feels a bit wasteful, but if dumped outdoors, whatever the species, the result will be mountains of corpses piled up, be it Magic Creatures or Humankind, which is somewhat troublesome."
Seeing the Hero's eyes widening, her father's expression was half-smiling.
"However, you can turn into Magic Creatures, so when cornered, or outright wanting to destroy something, just drink it."
After saying these words, her father showed no intention of continuing to talk with the Hero, turning around and walking towards the direction of the construction site.
'Hopefully, I won't hear news of father being wanted one day...'
Looking at his departing figure, the Hero could only pray in her heart.
Then, now, she glanced outside the carriage window, suddenly froze slightly, her gaze fixed on a place in the distance.
"Princess, can we stop for a moment?"
"Of course, but what's wrong?" The Fourteenth Princess gave an order to the Demon Hunter and then asked in confusion.
The convoy slowed down.
"There's a place I want to go," The Hero pursed her lips, turned to her, "Princess, care to join?"
The convoy followed the Hero's direction to steer, the girl's gaze again cast outside the window.
...Almost a year now.
"There, is it a cemetery...?" Realizing something, the Fourteenth Princess covered her mouth in surprise.
Looking at the church building not far away, and the rows of white tombstones behind it, the Hero showed a somewhat lonely smile.
"Yes, my friend should be buried there."
[Are there other people present?]
Led by the Tomb Guardian, the Hero and Fourteenth Princess walked among the white tombstones neatly arranged.
Not far behind, were the Gleaming Scale Serpent serving as a guard and the Demon Hunter, which were the usual companions when the two girls traveled.
The Hero hadn't attended her dear friend's funeral, so naturally, she didn't know specifically where her friend's tombstone was.
But after stating her identity, the church-affiliated Tomb Guardian readily agreed to her request and led her personally to her dear friend's resting place.