Crafting Another Unique Weapon

The dinner concluded quietly, Magnus's light teasing meeting Nioh's dry replies. Servants efficiently cleared the table, the clinking of plates and silverware a soft background noise. The lingering aroma of roasted meats and herbs began to dissipate, replaced by the faint, clean scent of polished wood. Magnus then led Nioh and X into a private room. The room was dimly lit, with plush velvet chairs arranged around a low, polished table. A single, ornate lamp cast long shadows, highlighting the intricate patterns on the thick, woven rug. The air was still, holding a faint, almost imperceptible scent of sandalwood.

In the room was the old man he had met the last time he came for the auction.

"Master, Young Master," he bowed, greeting both Nioh and Magnus.

Nioh acknowledged him with a nod and turned his gaze to the heavy canon gun sprawled on the workbench.

He moved quickly to its side and gently rubbed his hands against the weapon.