All-in-One System: All I Need is Erotic Coins

Chapter 215 Enchantment Is Like Printing Money!

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A lady in a splendid long dress stepped into the shop. She surveyed the surroundings, appreciating the aesthetics and the ambiance. She was amazed by what she beheld.

The shop was more modest than the ones she frequented, but it was well-arranged, spotless, and had a serene vibe to it. She fancied it.

"Greetings, madam," Damian welcomed her as he came out of his private enchantment room, "how may I serve you today?"

Damian observed her lavish clothes and her manner. She was evidently someone of high rank.

"You have a lovely place here," she commented, caressing the furniture gently, "but are you adept in enchantment? There are no other shops like this in Lemoria because of how arduous it is."

Frederic had told Damian that he might have a knack for enchantment. Why did he think that? Well, one needed to know how to wield mana properly to start doing it, and Damian knew many spells.

But almost all humans who lived mainly in the dungeon knew how to cast spells. It was a common thing there, just like the abilities were on Earth. Some people from Earth were starting to use spells as well!

Yet there were no enchantment shops. It was scarce, even among those who could control mana, and Damian had no clue why that was the case.

"I have some inexpensive weapons with enchantments if you want to examine them," Damian proposed with a smile.

The lady's eyes sparkled, "oh?"

She consented to the proposal, sitting at a fine marble table Damian had set for his customers. He also poured her some tea before leaving to get the weapons.

"Thank you," she said.

Damian went to his private room where he performed the enchantments and kept his items. There were a few low-grade weapons Damian had enchanted, and the best one was a sword with a frost element imbued in it.

'Will she like this one? I mean, it's just for her to see that I can enchant things, right?' Damian pondered.

He wasn't too anxious if she would love the frost element sword or not. After all, Damian was the only enchanter around, so if people wanted their items enchanted, they would have to make do with what he had, and accept his terms and prices.

Damian returned to the main hall with a sword in his hands, "this is a sword imbued with frost. Do you want to try it out? There's a testing room right over there."

She grasped the sword, swinging it around a few times. It didn't look special, except for a faint blue glow around the blade and some runes carved on it.

The other door in the main hall led to a small arena with some training dummies made of slime. It was the best option Damian found, as that way, he wouldn't have to spend money for replacing the training dummies.

The lady looked at the training dummies with curious eyes, not knowing what they were made of, but said nothing. It was none of her concern. The only thing she was there for was to test the weapon.

She slashed it against one of the dummies, and the runic carvings shone in a bright light. An aura of frost emanated from the sword, and the dummy not only got cut in half, but also got frozen.

"This is extraordinary," she exclaimed, gazing at the sword, "what enchantments does it have?"

Damian proudly smiled, happy that someone acknowledged his work.

"It has a frost enchantment and a sharpness enchantment. That's why the blade, despite being cheap, is way better than any weapon you can buy around here."

He was not being cocky about it. It was the truth. Damian had used all of his time to focus on enchantment — it even made his mind think of something else rather than killing people to get their blood — so his skill in it was exceptional.

The lady seemed to be impressed by the sword, and she said, "I'll buy this sword, and I want you to enchant one for me. Would you do it?"

Of course Damian would. That was a lot of money right there.

"Of course. Come with me."

Damian took the sword again, putting it inside a fine-looking box to make it even more valuable. Then, he listened to what the lady wanted.

"For now, I want you to make this sword sharper and with fire element. The materials are much better, so it will be harder for you to make it sharper," she said, handing him a shiny silver blade with a golden handle.

That sword looked, felt, and smelled expensive. The lady's identity made Damian wonder who exactly she was.

Damian grabbed the sword with the utmost care, placing it inside a box.

"Alright. But it will take some time for me to complete it. You know, this is no easy task."

"No worries. Let me see…" she said, placing her hand on her chin, thinking.

"I can pay you three hundred gold coins for the frost sword, and depending on how good the fire sword is, I can pay you up to 1000. Is that fair?"

That was a lot of money. Damian was not expecting that amount. He stood there, speechless, and the lady got worried.

"Is it too little? I can pay you more."

'MORE?'

Damian's mind was spinning, and despite wanting more money, he did not want to scam her or make others think his shop was only for the rich among the rich.

"This is fair, no need to increase it. After I finish the sword, where should I deliver it?"

"I'll write you the address."

After she left, Damian sat down, thinking about the amount of money she would pay for his services. It was more than enough to cover his debt. According to his calculations, the remaining debt was around 500 gold coins, meaning he would have 800 gold coins for himself!

The money-making opportunities with enchantments were immense, but Damian did not know that his name and shop would become famous from day to night.