Over the next few days, Nicole and her companions practically kept nine-to-five hours in Ang's camp, busy beyond measure. Everyone buried themselves in repairing leather Enchanted Armaments. Every cut of the blade and every rune they carved embodied countless repetitions and attempts.
"Finally finished!" Manning dropped into a seat beside the table, rubbing her aching shoulders with a bitter smile. "I swear, since becoming a mage, this is the first time I've done so much repair work. It's practically equal to my workload from the previous ten years!"
The people around her smiled, several of them looking equally exhausted. Nicole, on the other hand, remained as composed as ever, though her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
She neither agreed nor disagreed with Manning's complaint, merely pursing her lips. "Yeah. It was tiring, but I feel like my rune engraving ability has improved by at least a whole level during this time."
She picked up the newly completed leather armor from the table and carefully inspected several runes before saying proudly, "Before, it took me at least several hours to complete a rune. But now, as long as I hold the carving knife and my mental strength hasn't run out, I can finish it. That was something I simply couldn't do before!"
"Me too!" another female mage said with a smile. "I thought I was the only one who had improved, but everyone's the same! Still, honestly, I'm exhausted." She stood while holding her waist and stretched her stiff back. "Watching Ang carve runes is truly shocking. He must have experience making at least a thousand sets of Enchanted Armaments by himself!"
Ang merely smiled faintly when he heard that. He knew that his persistence over this period had let those around him see his hard work and