Supreme Magus novel Chapter 672

"In their attempt to artificially create Davross and Adamant, the Odi siphoned life force from their subjects and forced it into common metals, in the hope that a mana flow would form as well.

"What actually happened, was the creation of cursed items that instead of giving power to their user, they would actually take it away. The weapons crafted this way turned out to have the flaws of both metals ad living beings.

"Like metals, they have no mana flow. Plus, like humans, they need to feed and sooner or later they die."

"You gave me a big scare." Jirni said. "Based on Phloria’s early reports and your assessment, the Odi look like just a bunch of incompetent tinkerers. Nothing they did actually worked. Then why do you look so worried?"

"Because you seem to forget that they managed to enslave a magical beast and it survived centuries. Also because the data comes from the hallways, where every craftsman would only exhibit prototypes and incomplete works.

"Those are things that prove the value of their crafter’s skill but are disposable. The real artifacts, if there is any, are bound to be inside the buildings and they have yet to explore them.

"It’s quite a terrifying perspective if you think about it. Also, I’m afraid because the Odi weren’t just tinkerers, they had mastered light magic to the point that they were able to try and expand its boundaries.

"If even one of their experiments succeeded and the expedition team faces it, we can only hope it’s a non sentient artifact. Anything that is still alive after so many centuries would have all the power and the skill needed to do a lot of damage."

Orion’s outline of the risks that Kulah posed made the rest of the lunch pass in worried silence. Even if Phloria contacted them, there wasn’t much besides a "be careful" they could tell her.

Orion had just speculations about the severity of their situation, but he couldn’t provide the expedition with anything useful at the moment. After the meal, Orion went back to study the data from Kulah, while Jirni and Kamila resumed their lessons.

Besides investigation techniques and the Constable’s protocols, Jirni was also teaching Kamila self-defense. Their sparring sessions were long, tiresome, and most of all, humiliating.

Kamila couldn’t understand how a woman smaller, lighter, and older than herself could effortlessly throw her around as if she weighed no more than a dirty rag. The only silver lining was that they didn’t spar often.

Usually, at the end of a work’s day, Kamila was too tired to do anything but sleep. After the Ernas’ family healer fixed all of the scrapes and bruises Kamila had sustained during training, she couldn’t wait to go home.

"Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner? It takes a minute to add another serving and the guest room is always ready." Jirni asked.

"Thanks Lady Ernas, but the Camellia needs to be recharged and I’ve yet to check the papers for Zinya’s divorce. She hasn’t learned how to read, let alone understand how the Kingdom’s law works.

"Without my input, her lawyer can’t proceed."

"You could bring the Camellia here and maybe our lawyer could help you." Jirni offered.

’Yeah, right. The only time I accepted, I spent the entire evening studying under your supervision. Then you woke me up before dawn for a sparring session that went on until breakfast and then we went straight to work.’ Kamila thought.