Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 18 The Dark Elf's Dagger

"Hey, Ronan."

Not long after Ronan entered Diagon Alley, Paul arrived as well.

So the two of them walked slowly together in the alley.

"Wizard, come over here and take a look. This is a second-tier amplification ring. Although it's somewhat damaged, its effectiveness hasn't decreased much!"

"My lords, look at this! A hallucinogenic wand! Using it to cast hallucinogenic spells will provide a 10% boost!"

"Gentlemen, here is an invisibility cloak!"

As Ronan and Paul walked past the stalls, some of the vendors began to hawk their wares.

Ronan looked at the items displayed on the stall and asked Paul:

"These witchcraft tools all have specific functions. Why not just try them out here and see what kind of stuff they are?"

Paul smiled and said, "Most of these items are defective. Although they are effective, they may have hidden side effects."

"For example, that second-tier amplification ring. You might not find any problems when you try it out on the spot, but who knows, it might suddenly explode after you use it a few times."

"And that hallucinogenic wand, it may not cause any problems when you try it, but after using it a few times, it may cause side effects."

"The side effects could be insomnia, drowsiness, nightmares, or a combination of multiple side effects."

"And that invisibility cloak, that's an even more dangerous item."

"Some defective invisibility cloaks, once used, will teleport the user to an unknown alternate dimension, from which the user can never return."

"Then how do you guarantee that the wand you bought isn't defective?" Ronan asked.

Paul chuckled: "After I bought it, I immediately spent some money to find a professor at the academy who was an expert in wand making to take a look, and he said there was no problem."

"This amount of money, plus the cost of buying a wand, won't be more than the cost of buying a wand with the same effect."

"I still made a profit."

“However, you don’t need to worry,” Paul continued.

"You bought a weapon. As long as it's not an enchanted weapon, there's little chance of any major danger."

"What we should be worried about is the durability of the weapons."

"Most of these weapons have relatively low durability."

"Perhaps a decent-looking cross-shaped sword will break after a few swings against someone else's sword."

As he spoke, Paul pointed to a fine steel longsword on a nearby stall:
"This longsword is engraved with elven runes."

"Elven runes contain elven magic, which can make a sword sharper and more durable."

"This sword looks new, and the runes are clearly visible."

"But in fact, the durability of this sword is already low, and the original elven runes have been worn away."

"Later generations recarved the runes according to their original appearance."

"That person must not have studied elven runic literature. The runes he carved have damaged the original structure in the smallest details."

"Instead of repairing the sword, it greatly reduced its durability."

"Hey! You don't have to buy it, but don't talk nonsense."

As Paul was speaking, the stall owner shouted.

Paul ignored him and turned with Ronan toward another stall.

The stall owner was left behind, angrily blowing his beard.

Ronan listened to Paul's incessant chatter the whole way and learned some of the ins and outs of the black market.

'Durability, huh... HarmonyOS!'

Ronan immediately gave HarmonyOS the following instructions:
'Analyze weapon durability.'

Ronan's gaze swept over a hammer on the stall.

This hammer is about the size of two palms, heavy and thick, with sharp nails and spirals, giving it a very imposing look.

Just as Ronan looked at the hammer, a thin ring of blue light, invisible to others, swept across it. Immediately afterward, a stream of information appeared in Ronan's mind.

Analysis complete. Weapon durability at 26%.

"Next, all we need to do is test the weapon's sharpness and hardness, and then obtain its durability information."

After having an idea, Ronan wandered around to each of the stalls on his own.

"Hey, wait for me! Why are you walking so fast? I haven't even seen the runes on the weapon properly yet!"

Paul said as he caught up with Ronan.

"Sir, come this way!"

Seeing Ronan approach, a vendor wearing a turban and sporting a black, curly beard immediately called out:
"Here is a dagger belonging to a dark elf assassin, which has pierced the heart of a formal wizard. Although it has been used many times, it is still sharp!"

Dark elves, in a time of ancient times, were a term used to refer to elves who were stranded outside the elven kingdom and had not been illuminated by the holy light of the Elven Tree.

Because the holy light of the elven tree can infuse the elves with power.

Elves that have been illuminated by holy light are more powerful than those that have not.

The Holy Light is to the elves what the sun is to all things.

Later, a corrupt elf appeared in the elven kingdom.

They enjoy killing and having sex, and are skilled in making killing tools and dark elf magic.

This corrupted elf tribe not only wreaked havoc on the elven kingdom, but also on the human empire.

From that time onward, humans began to call these corrupted elves dark elves.

It is said that there are still some dark elves skilled in killing who serve as assassins in the Kingdom of Valant.

After boasting about the elven dagger, the vendor plucked a curled beard tuft from his chin and placed it on top of the dagger.

The beard was severed in two the moment it touched the blade of the elven dagger.

Ronan immediately recalled a phrase from his past life—"cutting a hair in half with a breath!"
Then, the vendor released the dagger.

The dagger's blade moved downwards, landing on the bluestone bricks, and then disappeared as if it had hit a block of tofu.

"This dagger is a good thing!"

Paul, who caught up with Ronan, saw the vendor's demonstration.

"Let me see how well the elven runes on this dagger are preserved."

"Look, sir, this is the real deal. I got it from a legitimate wizard, I'm not lying to you!"

As the vendor spoke, he generously handed the dagger to Paul to examine.

The elven runes on the dagger were extremely intricate, and Paul stared wide-eyed as he examined them closely.

Ronan then gave instructions to HarmonyOS.

'Hongmeng, analyze weapon durability.'

In Ronan's eyes, a fine blue light flashed around the dagger in Paul's hand.

Analysis complete. Weapon durability at 82%.

'The durability is alright.'

"How much is this dagger?" Ronan asked immediately.

“Wait!” Paul said.

He was still staring at the dagger, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

The complexity of the elven runes on this dagger exceeded what he had learned.

He was dazzled by the sight and still couldn't determine whether the elven runes on the dagger had been haphazardly repaired.

“Ten Valant gold coins,” the vendor said.

Ten valant gold coins were roughly equivalent to six months' rent for the small attic where Ronan lived.

(End of this chapter)