"All right, it's finished, though it's a little ugly."
Old Saman puffed on his pipe as he looked at the coffin before him.
This coffin... if it could even be called a coffin, had an uneven exterior, with many runes and formation patterns exposed like tangled wires in a slum.
The joints between the coffin's panels were also very roughly finished. There was nothing refined about it; instead, signs of slapdash work were everywhere.
Alfred reached out and stroked the coffin, recalling the day and night they had spent rushing to finish it. He could not help being impressed by Old Saman's spatial forging skills. In this field, the old man truly was an expert.
Previously, he had never ventured into the old man's field, so he had not felt it very deeply. But once he actually entered it, he could see the man's towering stature within it.
"Follow this process when you make coffins in the future. Of course, you certainly won't need to rush the way I did this time, so you'll be able to make them look beautiful."
"Once I make a new coffin, I'll move you into it."
"No, no, absolutely not. This one might not look good, but at least I made it myself, so I feel secure. It's ugly, but it definitely works.
"I don't want to lie in a coffin that hasn't passed inspection. Imagine coming to see me a few years later and finding that what little spiritual power I had left had long since dissipated, and I really had become a puddle of minced flesh. I wouldn't even be able to cry."
"You should have confidence in me."
"Yes, indeed. Aside from being a little mystical, you really are a fast learner. Where did you learn your knowledge of formations?"
"Elder