How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 39 Mission Log

The Death Apostle Ring was developed by the Mage Tower of the Nord Kingdom.

This is an alchemical artifact specifically developed for the Night's Watch to control the Dead Apostles.

Once the wearer disobeys orders or attempts to escape.

The poisonous barb inside the ring will then pop out instantly, injecting a deadly toxin.

Even the strongest warriors will die quickly after being poisoned.

Kane rubbed the cold metal ring on his fingertip.

I caught a glimpse of my teammates' expressions out of the corner of my eye.

The atmosphere, which had just begun to ease, was now shrouded in a new layer of estrangement and apprehension.

However, Kane didn't take it seriously.

"Oh, right."

Captain Reed's voice rang out.

"Your scimitar is already an enchanted weapon, and according to the Night's Watch supply regulations, we cannot provide any more enchanted equipment."

Kane suddenly looked up, his eyes flickering slightly.

His gaze swept over the items on the other three people.

Sienna's harp strings gleamed, Gavin's leather boots were engraved with runes, and Braden's armor looked very shiny.

"According to the Act of Atonement, Dead Apostles and regular members of the Night's Watch are entitled to the same treatment in combat."

Kane looked at Reed, his tone calm yet firm.

"That's right."

Reed nodded.

"However, this clause does not apply to professions that already possess enchanted equipment."

"If you need, you can exchange this benefit for gold coins, or make other reasonable requests."

Kane pondered for a moment, then asked:

"What if I want to learn a first-level spell?"

"A first-circle spell?"

Reed frowned upon hearing this, and the other three also showed strange expressions.

"No," Reed refused outright.

"The Night's Watch wouldn't hire a spellcaster specifically to train a Dead Apostle, and besides, what about the Mage Tower..."

He hesitated.

Kane had anticipated this and immediately added:

"What if I simply request access to the spellbooks held at the Night's Watch headquarters?"

"The kind that doesn't require instruction."

Reed tapped the table lightly, lost in thought.

If it were an ordinary assassin, he would have refused outright.

Although the Yom Kippur Act ostensibly calls for equal treatment of the dead, it is virtually impossible to implement in practice.

However, Kane is no ordinary Dead Apostle.

What's more, there was that "lady" behind him.

After careful consideration, Reed looked up at Kane, his tone solemn:

"If the next mission is successfully completed..."

"I will grant you access to read one first-circle spell, but only one."

"clear."

Kane got the answer he wanted and was satisfied.

Once the terms are agreed upon, the subsequent procedures are simple.

Because he wore the Ring of the Dead Apostle, he gained limited freedom of movement within the city.

However, they are still restricted from leaving the city of war and must remain at the Night's Watch headquarters during the day on standby.

He had no objection to this.

This is a good opportunity to continue studying the subtle manipulation of blood through water manipulation techniques.

He was somewhat expectant.

What surprises will come after "Water Manipulation" is upgraded to LV10?

After everything was arranged, he went alone with an outer guard to collect the equipment.

And his three new teammates.

Sienna, Gavin, and Braden looked at Reed with questions in their eyes.

Sienna couldn't help but speak up:

"Captain, why did you let a Dead Apostle join us?"

Gavin and Braden also looked puzzled.

Reed knew this in his heart, but looking at his teammates, he slowly said:

"Have you heard about the 'Blade of Vengeance' that's been circulating in the slums lately?"

"The Blade of Vengeance?! The unsung hero who vanquished the Rusty Hand and exposed the human trafficking ring."

Sienna exclaimed in surprise, instantly understanding the cause and effect.

Her hostility towards Kane vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of goodwill.

Gavin and Braden also looked enlightened, and their gazes toward the direction Kane had left now held a hint of approval.

Both were convicted, but "Vengeance Blade's" actions were for the sake of civilians, which is completely different from purely evil.

Sienna blinked her emerald eyes, then suddenly felt a pang of annoyance:

"Was our attitude towards him just now... too cold?"

"How about we prepare a gift to show our welcome?"

Her proposal was approved by Reed and others.

Kane didn't know.

His "legend" is bringing him an unexpected gift.

……

He followed the guards across the plaza of the Night's Watch headquarters.

There were many figures all around, including warriors in armor and wanderers.

But whenever they noticed the ring on his hand...

Their eyes revealed disdain, wariness, and rejection.

Kane didn't care.

The dead are to the kingdom.

Essentially, it is an existence that "would be a pity to kill, but should be used to its fullest potential while alive."

I don't know how long I walked.

He was taken to a giant forging workshop buried deep underground.

The moment you step inside, a deafening banging sound hits you.

The red-hot stove was burning brightly, with sparks crackling and flying everywhere.

The artisans, shirtless, were sweating profusely.

With each swing of the hammer, the thunderous clang of metal clashing echoed throughout the workshop.

Dark-skinned dwarves wielded iron hammers, pointed-eared goblins polished intricate arrowheads, and short, stout halflings held rulers for calibrating armor.

Of course, the majority were human blacksmiths who toiled away, sweating profusely.

The weapon wall is lined up along the stone wall, displaying a dazzling array of swords, knives, axes, and halberds.

The polished armor was neatly stacked on a long wooden table to the side.

Kane was led to a workstation marked with the Nordic word "Forging Area".

A bearded dwarf craftsman glanced at the ring on his hand.

He glanced at the knife in his hand again, frowned, and said:

"Here to collect your new equipment?"

Before Kane could answer, he grabbed a chainmail from the shelf behind him and threw it over:

"This is the standard Night's Watch chainmail; it's very sturdy and I recommend you choose it."

Kane reached out and caught the chainmail; it felt heavy in his hand.

The chainmail is exquisitely crafted, with fine forging patterns and tightly packed chain links.

It would definitely fetch a high price if placed on the market.

But he just shook his head.

Excessive weight in chainmail can impair agility in close-quarters combat.

Moreover, he possesses the trait of "immortality," so defense is not his primary concern.

Seeing him shake his head, the dwarf was displeased:

"Are you a Death Apostle? What else do you want if you don't want survival gear?"

Kane nodded his thanks, understanding that the other party meant well, and then said:

"I need a custom-made weapon, one that's more suitable for me."

The dwarf paused for a moment, then snorted.

"You do have a chance to build it."

"But the workshop is fully booked and may not be able to meet your next assignment."

"It's alright."

Kane nodded and asked:

Do you have paper and pen?

The dwarf was puzzled, but still handed it over.

Kane took the paper and pen, hesitated for a moment, and then bent down to draw.

With just a few strokes, a uniquely shaped short blade leaps off the page.

The sword has a triangular blade with a sharp edge and an extremely fine tip.

It was the triangular thorn he was familiar with from his previous life.

The dwarf leaned closer for a look, and his rugged brows furrowed sharply.

Then a glint of light flashed in his eyes:

"By concentrating the piercing force at three points, it can not only break through armor but also create wounds that are difficult to heal..."

"What country designed this weapon?"

Seeing that Kane showed no intention of answering, he replied in a muffled voice:

"I'll create it for you in a week."

"I want two."

"OK."

Kane thanked the dwarf and glanced around the entire workshop.

Various high-quality standard weapons were piled up like mountains, and the iron ore next to the furnace was endless.

He immediately understood.

The reason why the Night Watchmen's combat power far surpasses that of ordinary adventurers.

Besides the treatment, the key lies in the monopoly on resources such as iron ore and forging.

Under this large-scale manufacturing system.

Their equipment level is far superior to the scattered pieces of equipment that adventurers obtain through life-and-death struggles.

He pondered for a moment, then turned and returned to the squad's camp.

……

As soon as I entered the room, the female bard Sienna greeted me with a smile:

As soon as I stepped into the room, I saw Sienna walking towards me with a shy smile on her face:

"Kane, this is a small gift we prepared for our new teammate. Please accept it."

Kane paused for a moment, then took the yellowed booklet she handed him.

Upon opening it, one finds detailed records of each task.

This turned out to be the mission log of the 13th squad.

Kane suppressed the warmth rising in his heart, nodded in acknowledgment, and then began to carefully peruse the book.

The first half of the booklet details the authority of the Night's Watch.

They have the authority to mobilize part of the military and require the sheriff to cooperate with reporting.

The enemies they deal with on a daily basis include cultists, underground forces, wanted criminals, black magicians, and spies from other countries.

He read intently until his gaze settled on a name on a certain page.

There was a name on it that he knew all too well:

"Stade".

He saw the name of the demon cult leader.

However, this name also belongs to the patriarch who once altered his memory.

At the very bottom, a line of cold text serves as a warning:

Extremely dangerous.