The Legendary Artisan took out a magical crucible.
"Put the Godfall Flowing Gold in here. I might need some time."
Following the dwarven craftsman's instructions, Mel arranged the items in place. This legendary forging material did not corrode the crucible.
Mel also placed the bone dragon's remains to one side.
Before leaving the World's Tongue, he still had some questions to clarify with the Legendary Artisan.
"May I ask, is the mage living in that tower the legendary sage?"
"You mean the Elf Sage?"
"Yes. I'd like to visit that powerful mage, but I don't know whether he would mind being disturbed by an outsider."
"Go ahead. That mage is quite amiable, and he does not like meddling in the disputes of the outside world."
Having learned about the Elf Sage's temperament from the Legendary Artisan, Mel decided to go see him in person.
Enemy or not, they would have to make contact sooner or later. If he were the sort who wanted to kill Mel on sight, he probably would have been discovered the moment he climbed the World's Tongue.
Mel arrived before the tower and slowly knocked on its wooden door. Moss seemed to have grown over the door panels.
"Excuse me, may I come in?"
The tower remained silent, but the mana inside did not reveal itself. A damp smell seeped through the crack beneath the door.
Just as Mel gathered his courage to open the door, a surge of mana rushed out and flung it open.
Light streamed through the doorway into the tower. An elf male with pointed ears sat in a chair, faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Was this the legendary Great Sage? He was somewhat different from what Mel had imagined, but his level could not be faked.
Even those