A Gunslinger’s System in a World of Magic

Chapter 180: Virtutis

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Henry could have spent an hour in the bath. He could have spent more. Really, he just did not care.

After days of sleeping in a cage and navigating the minefield that was the control cuffs, he was just glad to be able to relax. He let his eyes close and tried not to be too bothered by thoughts of the future and the things he now had to do.

When he stepped out of the bath eventually, it was thick with the steam of the warm, almost hot, water that had been renewing itself every few minutes for his benefit.

Everything he needed was already provided and as he dabbed his head with a towel, he seemed to realize for the first time that his hair was getting longer. It was getting close to his shoulder now and he still didn't quite consider a haircut.

Dressed in one of the many bathrobes he had found in the bath, he turned toward the large mirror in the room and gave himself a critical review.

It seemed like so long ago that he came into this body. This familiar yet strange body. Long gone were the almost-childish innocence that had been evidenced in his face and somewhat cute cheeks.

He looked more manly now and that was besides the abs that were very indented into his abdomen. His black eyes looked aged like he had grown a lot in a short amount of time which was true.

His cheeks were a bit sunken but not in the malnourished kind of way, not really; More in the matured sort of way. His skin seemed more in contact with the bones underneath now.

He was handsome.

"Ugh, get over yourself," He mumbled with first a mockingly disgusted expression and then a small smile, just as he made the assessment and shook his head.

Of course, even if he wanted to deny it, he really couldn't. He

was

handsome just as he was always going to be. Just as he had been in his past life even if he had done very little with it.

And that seemed to be a trend he was going to continue here. Unless something changed soon, of course.

When Henry turned away from the Mirror, he found a wardrobe in the room stocked with clothes. Complimentary with the room, he assumed, and he wasted no time putting on a shirt and a pair of fresh pants because he certainly wasn't going to wear his discarded ruined leather armor stained with blood or the pants with all the holes in it that were also stained with blood.

Dressed, he stood in place in front of the mirror again to see just how the clothes looked on him. They were fine. Not quite the perfect size but close enough to be manageable.

"Alright then," he said, "Time to go."

Elminster's brand glowed in his palm and the oval portal arrived to whisk him into the Grumpy Old's Man's workshop.

"You owe me 3660 Gold," Elminster said immediately as though he had been waiting for Henry with his debt calculated and ready to be demanded.

Henry paused at first and blinked and then, with a smile playing at the corner of his lips, he stepped forward,

"Hello to you too."

Elminster scoffed, but looked at Henry more critically before he said with just a bit of concern,

"You look well."

"I feel well," Henry said.

"Seemed like you were in a bit of trouble before," Elminster pressed.

"You know how it is with dangerous adventures," Henry said and waved him off.

Elminster grunted,

"Yes. Yes, I suppose I do. So do you have my gold?"

"I'm hoping for a trade," Henry said and passed his hand over the slab to unleash all the weapons and equipment he had made away with within the Dungeon. There was quite a bit of them enough for Elminster's eyes to widen a bit.

And then, his eyes returned to their normal size as he picked one of the weapons up and studied it more closely. He scoffed a few times mumbling 'Shoddy work' over and over in his head.

"You want to trade with this?" Elminster asked, now eyeing Henry over one of the weapons.

"You can't?" Henry asked, noticing the reluctance.

Elminster searched his eyes for a while and then sighed as he dropped the weapon he had been studying back onto the pile,

"Listen, Kid, these are not up to a standard I'd even display as prototypes. The best use I could think of is to use them as materials to tinker with and create mediocre prototypes to be used as bases for far better creations.

And since I don't value them even as materials, I won't value them enough to satisfy your needs. Take them outside and find somewhere to sell them off.

Those on the outside are used to mediocrity so they'll want to use them. They'll value them more and pay you more.

Return here with the gold you get and pay your debt."

Henry was not disheartened. If anything, he wondered why he had thought to batter and not thought to sell the weapons and equipment from the Dungeon for a profit. A profit he really needed.

"Alright," he said, and in a second, he had it all back in his Inventory.

"You'll have to wait till I can pay you back though," He pointed out to the craftsman who rolled his eyes.

"What else is new?"

Henry grinned at that and then he became thoughtful,

"Alright then. What about this?"

With a wave of his hand, Henry retrieved the orange orb he had gotten from the Sarcophagus in the Dungeon. It still pulsed with energy and did so at a regular rhythm like a heartbeat. Again, Henry noted its similarity with the Vinculum.

"I'm not sure what it is," he said slowly.

He wanted to sell the orb but his instinct told him not to say that out loud just yet. This was so clearly different from the weapons he had brought out earlier and he would be foolish to jump the gun by showing his intentions of sale.

"Hmm," Elminster let out and lifted the Orb to peer harder into it,

"Okay,

this

is a good find. This is a 'Virtutis'. It's a Power Source created through a stringent and laboring process and can be worked to power all manner of items. It can also be imbued with varying enchantments. It's quite valuable for crafting.

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You see, because they're too time-consuming to create, craftsmen have made workarounds. Some workarounds better than others but working with a Virtutis, a ready-made masterpiece —if done well, I mean— is far better."

Henry thought about that. The purple gem on the Vinculum must have been a Virtutis, he realized.

"Is it possible for a Virtutis to have sentience?" He asked as he could still remember the Vinculum trying to influence his decisions.

Elminster nodded,

"Of course," he said, "The best ones do. It's caused by their creators. They give more of themselves into the creation and end up giving it an ego. Egos can be good but they can also be pushy. It's all about balance."

That confirmed Henry's thoughts about the Vinculum so he pressed on.

"Does this one have a sentience?" He asked.

He had not sensed it when he held it but who knew if it had been hiding it. Anything was possible when dealing with magic like this.

Elminster shook his head,

"No. It's a good Virtutis but not

that

good," he said and then his expression changed as he said in a slower voice,

"So, how much do you want for it?"