"Noah, you really don’t need to make a promise."
After leaving Ironforge, Tidel, who had been called over, had entered a state of endless chatter, making the Golden Dragon feel extremely annoyed.
"Everything has been discussed and settled, what use is telling me these things again? If you’re really upset about it, you could go and snatch back my Dragon Scale from those old dwarves. I’ve said it, in the future, I’ll only fulfill my promise when I see the Dragon Scale."
"Who knows what might happen in the future? If those gentlemen’s descendants are incredibly stupid and provoke some ancient evil, will you still keep your promise and fight those troublesome monsters?"
Tidel, almost 46 years old, was deeply worried. Noah glanced at him,
"Do I look as foolish as you? If they really provoke some ancient evil, wouldn’t it be enough for me to just save their lives? Why would I insist on fighting an unbeatable opponent?"
With that, Noah added angrily,
"Do you think you’ll have many more chances in your life to see the Gnome Divine Craftsman in person? To have the Dwarf King personally come and forge weapons — that only happens because of uncle.
In general, even if a Legend could get them to lend a hand, they’d have to humble themselves, not to mention having to go to their territory. Just getting them to gather and discuss a forging plan, do you know how rare an opportunity that is? You might only encounter it once in your lifetime."
Precisely because of this, knowing the inside story, Noah put his pride aside, as the opportunity was indeed too rare. The Augustus family was now at a peak that might not be surpassed for several centuries.
For a long time to come, the Augustus family would be on a decline. Noah saw this very clearly because his adoptive father, Casius, had to remove the Titan Bloodline from his body, and who knows how long it would take for him to recover the lost power.
Considering the worst-case scenario, the adoptive father might not even regain his current strength, and the future is bound to be relatively worse than the present.
After the Gnome Divine Craftsman and the Dwarf King finish repaying their favor, they might not give any more face in the future. In this world, strength is fundamental. They came over this time both to repay a favor and to make connections. Once the unparalleled power is lost, the change in attitude of these legends might occur in an instant.
"Tidel, Noah has his own decisions, and besides, this is already something hundreds of years in the future. By then, if I am still alive, I should have already broken through and become a Legend; I can fulfill the promise on behalf of Noah."
Edith spoke, also unable to stand her husband’s rambling.
"See, look at Edith’s enlightenment. Rather than wasting time here, you might as well train diligently and break through earlier to become Extreme Intent.
In the future, when they come looking for me with the scale, if there really is some evil thing, you can stand in for me, which is better than wasting your breath here with me."
Hearing the Half-Elf’s statement, Noah was greatly pleased and took the chance to jab at the inept Tidel,
"When will you break through?"
"I will definitely become Extreme Intent before fifty."
Tidel’s voice was steady, and although his realm lagged behind his wife’s, he stood firm and was not swayed by Noah’s teasing, slightly mocking tone.
"Fifty? That’s a bit late. If it really doesn’t work, and you feel you can’t break through, you can come to me."
"Can you guarantee I’ll break through to Extreme Intent?"
"If you had asked me before today, I wouldn’t have been confident, but after today, helping you break through mere Extreme Intent shouldn’t be hard for me to do."
Noah said somewhat smugly.
"How will you do it?"
Tidel looked surprised. It could be said that he, more than anyone in the family, understood how difficult it was to break through to the realm of Extreme Intent.
"Ask me when you come to me later, it’s too early now."
Noah refused to answer.
"Do you know that saying half but not the whole thing is really annoying?"
"Is it? I don’t think so."
The Golden Dragon laughed indulgently.
Forging the weapon didn’t take long, especially when the caster wielded immense power, and with the massive formation using mountains as nodes, the speed of forging weapons was very fast.
Tidel and Edith waited for less than a month before they received their custom-made weapon sets.
Tidel’s armament was mainly comprised of mountain copper and pure gold, supplemented by other rare metals of good quality. As a Sword Mage, Edith’s equipment was primarily made of Mithril, as it needed very high elemental affinity and compatibility, and nothing was more suitable than Mithril.
Noah’s and adoptive father Casius’s armament took a little longer to forge, taking nearly a year in total to complete.
Especially the Meteorite Gold from the Sun, which indeed troubled the Dwarf Kings considerably, they went through a lot of effort to successfully smelt it and cast it into the ring shape Noah wanted.
The armament Noah received, when in an unactivated state, appeared as a divine wheel with three paths gathered together, resembling obsidian with simple golden yellow patterns adorning it, exuding a mysterious ancient rustic beauty.
But once the Golden Dragon activated it, carrying it on his back, the golden yellow patterns that seemed merely decorative would burst out with unparalleled brilliance, lighting up the entire divine wheel and transforming into a sun suspended behind Noah.