Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1752

Chapter 1752 - Talent Borrows, Genius Steals (Part 2)

"Why do you assume I'm an expert about brothels?" Those words broke Lith's concentration, increasing Solus's burden.

"There's no need to be modest." The god of healing said. "We need strippers, dancers, and a lot of booze to throw a decent party. Or so I've heard, at least. You just point me in the right direction and I'll do the rest.

"I've already proven to you that I know how to keep a secret so your kinks are safe with me. I'm not one of those White Griffon gossipers who go around saying that you, Nalear, and Wanemyre had a thing that ended badly, leading to her rebellion."

Yet the long pause that followed as Manohar waited for some juicy details told Lith otherwise.

"This is going to be a damn long day." He sighed.

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Lith almost called Tulion, Phloria's philandering brother, for advice but after calling Vastor to make sure that he agreed with Manohar's idea for his bachelor party, there was no need to.

After a heated argument and Vastor swearing upon his name that he would flay Manohar alive if Zinya ever heard of it, the two Professors agreed on something less spicy and more friendly.

"I just want to have fun with my friends, not set the grounds for divorce even before the marriage!" Vastor said. "Just bring me to a place with good food and drinks as old as I am. But not too much, I need to fit my dress."

After solving the issue with Manohar, Lith and Solus spent the rest of the day in the tower. They needed time to decipher what they had just learned about memory crystals and compare it with their previous knowledge.

"We have everything we need to work on the first prototypes, yet after Faluel's lesson about how to preserve a corpse's mana channels, I'm having second thoughts." Lith said.

"We are not creating an undead so Necromancy might lower the quality of the materials and cripple the performance of the golems for good."

"Agreed, but the Balor and the Vagrash didn't die of a stroke in their sleep." Solus said. "Their bodies are broken and battered. If not repaired, they might fall apart during the Forgemastering process. Both choices are equally bad."

"I guess that my best option is to ask the opinion of an expert." Lith sighed.

They finished working on everything they could on their own before going to Faluel's lair.

The Hydra was in an excellent mood, humming while the complex spells she weaved moved heavy pieces of metal along the lines of a Forgemastering circle that encompassed most of the cave.

Faluel wore the Hands of Menadion on her human form, using them to channel the world energy coming from both the arrays in her lair and a huge pile of white crystals that lay in the middle of the circle.

The single pieces came close to each other slowly, assembling together to form what looked like part of an armor.

"What are you doing?" Solus asked.

"Crafting myself equipment. I'm testing the Hands' potential now that I've grasped how they work." Faluel replied.

"Without a mana geyser?" Lith was flabbergasted. "You are just wasting a lot of magical metal!"

"I'm not, silly." She tapped his nose with her gloved hand. "First, that's just Orichalcum. Not even the richest Dragon is mad enough to use Adamant for a prototype. Second, I Forgemastered every single piece while on top of a mana geyser.