Besides, whether the Lucky Apostle was as immortal as the other Apostles was still something that needed to be considered.
"If I knew, there'd be no need for me to keep running, right, Mr. Mel?" The Lucky Apostle let Mel drag her along like a limp salted fish.
"I'll take you to see the Legendary Artisan. He has the proper enhancement furnace there. I'll find an iron sword first and let you try enhancing it."
Mel used teleportation again, this time bringing the Lucky Apostle directly to World's Tongue.
At such a high place in this world, there was always a faint sense that it did not belong to the world at all. It was as if this place had no distinction between the four seasons.
It was like a patch of land shrouded by an enormous magical barrier. At this altitude, it should have been a snowy mountain.
"It isn't time for the weapons to be finished yet. You came too early, didn't you?" The Legendary Artisan held a hammer and was currently hammering metal.
"No, I came this time to enhance a weapon. I just wanted to try it."
"You do it yourself. To be honest, I can't guarantee a 100% success rate with enhancement. If it fails, the weapon will be damaged."
"Not me. The person beside me will do it. I'm only responsible for providing the materials. I think... I should stand a little farther away." Mel decided to keep his distance so he would not affect her luck.
If the Lucky Apostle truly drew upon the luck of those around her to strengthen her own, then when she was lucky, he should be unlucky.
But when it came to enhancing a weapon, whose luck did it count toward—hers or his? That required careful thought.
After