Pan was slowly melting the gold with his mana. The campfire had not been enough to melt the gold elements.
Brandon was pouting next to him.
He had gone from the richest man in the world to someone who might buy a small region.
One where the main export was wool.
"Darn him!" Pan yelled, as he finally managed to get the gold to melt. He looked into the pot where the gold rested. Brandon spared the liquid a glance but decided not to tell Pan what he had created.
The wedding clothes had been a gift. There was no way that Brandon was going to demand that Pan give him the precious new metal.
"Ok! Here goes!" Pan said, as he poured even more mana inside the gold.
Soon, the molten gold was a mana crystal!
Level 9999 on the scale!
"Hah!" Pan had always known that there had been something to Elmar's legend. It wasn't just that the man had been the resurrecting son of a deity, but also that enchanting had come naturally to him!
