The black liquid immediately began boiling, bubbling up and splashing onto the floor. The once smooth surface of the ground was quickly corroded, leaving numerous small holes.
The next moment, Bellamy pulled the supreme spear out of the container, and a brilliant golden light instantly illuminated the underground forge. Along with it came Bellamy's excited laughter: "Hahaha, that little dwarf, if he knew I could succeed without his help, he'd be absolutely furious!"
"Charles, thank you for your help. From now on, you're my friend, Bellamy! I'll give you all the Gold Essence I promised you!" Bellamy eagerly waved the not yet completed golden quality long sword in his hand, overwhelmed with excitement.
Previously, due to Isolde's interference, Bellamy's forging attempt had failed, and the dwarf from the North District had heard about it and mocked him mercilessly. It had made Bellamy so upset that he couldn't eat for days.
