Caster wasn’t the only one who benefited from the expedition. Everyone in the party had collected many mana stones and gained lots of experience from killing monsters. Felix had the biggest level jump, going from tier 1 level 10 to level 23. In only a short while, he could gain another tier 1 class and be in the steel adventurer ranks.Caster gained two levels during the encounter. He may have reached the top of his class if it wasn’t a crafting profession. The magic mastery skill he had was unusual for his class. He hoped it would unlock better job options in the future, maybe not just other tier 1 classes.“Thanks for pulling me out,” Caster said to his party members, who were arguing about women’s busts again. He needed to thank them for getting him out of there; he wouldn’t have survived otherwise. The guys laughed a bit. The elf stayed quiet, looking outside the carriage. Felix blushed slightly, not used to being thanked.They returned to Winterfell safely. The journey back

The profits from the magic scrolls were good, but at most, Caster worked like five regular mana scribes. He wasn’t a magicsmith yet, and the real money was in making reusable gear for adventurers or soldiers. Getting a good commission from the noble lords to outfit their armies could make more money than selling to adventurers.“Aye, the brat is working hard. He even asked me for smithing books…”The demon said while the elf man smiled.“He’s going to change classes again already…”The two were surprised by Caster's progress. They figured he couldn’t be an ordinary person since he already had his second class at eleven. There were ways to increase experience besides killing monsters and crafting.“Do you think he used blood crystals, manager? He doesn’t seem like the type.”“He didn’t show any signs of using them, probably not.”The demon replied while lighting his pipe. The elven man cringed, not being a fan of smokers.“We have him for another two years, so we can watch him closely

Caster put the crafting instructions aside. He had learned how to make a magesmith’s ladle used in forging. He didn't expect this to be his first project. He also needed to inscribe magic on the metal tool before it could be considered finished.He looked at the tool rack and started picking out the tools and resources needed for the task. He didn't come unprepared; he had studied many crafting textbooks. He had also watched other smiths in the city.He even tried to pay a few for lessons, but they weren’t willing to share their secrets, thinking he was a spy from another smithy. Not wanting to ask the Manager for help, he settled for watching from afar, but was soon removed after being spotted a few days later.Nodding to himself, he began placing the items and tools needed to forge the ladle. First came the magesmith's hammers, essential for the craft. Next were shears for cutting thinner pieces of metal, a punch to make holes for attaching the round ladle end with rivets, and so

The sand kept running out, and Caster began to feel dizzy. Even after resting and regaining some mana, he was reaching his limit.Caster had to reach for his reserves even now. His face turned pale, and it felt like nails were being driven into his ears, but he kept hammering.**Ladle of Lesser Fire Resistance [Lesser: Lowest, High]**He managed to finish without passing out and got a strange rating for his item. Within it was both the higher and lower grade. The lesser part likely referred to the rank of the item, which was low because it was just a plain iron ladle. The high part was probably because the magic he forged was of high quality, but the ladle itself was barely passable.He was transported back to his room after passing his second tier 1 class change. He was now a magical magesmith. Before he could celebrate, he had to grab his waste bin and vomit his supper into it. His mana had dropped to 1%.He swiftly moved over to his spatial bag and pulled out a mana potion, whic

This wasn't a regular house; it was probably a small warehouse. It had a two-story storage area and a small office, which would be his living quarters.Just outside the warehouse stood this loading platform to help load and unload goods from carts and wagons. For heavier items, there should have been a simple hoist above the warehouse door, but there was none. There might have been a crane operated from the catwalk, but that wasn't there anymore either.Most of the building's space was for storage, giving plenty of room for various smithing tools. Right in the middle was a large anvil, which looked quite old and heavy to lift.By the wall was the heart of the smithy: the forge, with a bellows connected to it to allow him to pump more air into the fire. The forge made use of coal as fuel and was in working mode.He looked at the iron tools on the other side of the room. After going through them, he noticed some were even rusty.First, he sorted them out, bringing all the hammers to on