A few dayster,


    Mack opened the door of the hotel room and saw Lorin inside, talking with Hack, but once she noticed that Mack had entered, she gave a small bow to Hack and another one to Mack and walked out of the room, her walking was yet to improve, but she felt way better with her legs healed, and that could be seen on her serious but joyous expression.


    Once Lorin left the room, Mack closed the door while saying, "She seems to be recovering very fast" as a passingment, with no importance.


    "Indeed. Next time, don''t cut people''s legs off, or I will use your contributions to pay for the nano-imnt" Said Hack, but not feeling a bit of pain by using his contributions points to re-grow Lorin''s leg and fingers, for Hack she was indeed perfect for the n.


    Changing the subject, Mack asked, "So... why did you ask me toe here? You could have just said using the mind link."


    Hack looked at a silver metal box by his side, and pointing with his nose, said, "They are ready, I thought it would be a good surprise"


    Mack looked at the silver box, and indeed, surprise could be seen on his face as he said, "Already? .... but Bantay said it would take two weeks to finish..."


    "Just open!" said Hack, feeling apprehensive already. He had not opened the box and was eager to see the finished work, too.


    Mack didn''t make ceremony and quickly removed the locks of the metal box, revealing its contents, but before he could inspect in detail, a paper note caught his attention by the corner.


    Mack grabbed the note shook his head slightly and said, "I can''t read" and gave to Hack.


    "I did a few improvements based on your request. I hope you enjoy it. Also, the payment was already taken," said Hack, reading the words on the note.


    ''Right, the payment. I almost forgot about that, so he already took a small piece of iron from the swords.''


    Seeing that Hack stopped reading and put the note aside, Mack''s gaze went to the Itens inside the metal box, and there he could see a small breastte, dark red, almost indistinguishable from ck, the breastte color was the natural color of the warlock metal, but instead of slightly shiny like the swords, it was opaque.


    Grabbing the breastte, Mack felt the cold metal in his hands and he slowly passed the fingers over the scales that formed the breastte, and felt the small and minuscule thorns over each scale that were carver and said "That must have been a lot of work to do, he did as if the breastte is a huge snake"


    Mack put the hand inside the breastte and felt a softyer of something akin to leather, then he grabbed a knife a put between two scales and raised one of them, only than Mack noticed that each scale was thin as paper, Mack noticed how the scales connected to each other to form the breastte and felt that no gap existed between each other, only a direct hit that coulde from a odd angle aimed to pierce between them could pass the scales, but that, was no problem for him.


    "He did in this way to give you mobility. In old times, people used entire armors made of thousand of scales. It was one of the most impressive ways of doing armors, but took a lot of time to make them, to tell the true, I''m impressed Bantay made this so quickly." Said Hack.


    Once Hack said that, Mack nodded and said, "I will try using it", then he removed his typical warlock clothes but kept his ''shark skin like'' battle suit that covered his entire body, and said Indeed," while nodding when putting the breastte. The leather inside was good and didn''t cause difort, and once Mack put the breastte over his body, the rear of it connected by itself as if was maic.


    "Just for the breastte design and those maic buttons at my back, I can tell that Bantay is indeed very talented as a cksmith"


    But once the breastte covered around his torso, from the neck to his waist, Mack noticed something else going on, he felt the surrounding essence different but didn''t know what happened; he looked at Hack as if to ask for an exnation, but the old man kept a smile stered on his face as a child would when doing a mischief.


    "What?" asked Mack, a bit angry already but also a bit curious. He could tell that the old fogey had done something.


    To Mack''s frustration, the corners of the old man''s mouth curled up even more, but he didn''t say anything.


    "What? Tell me already!" Said Mack, shaking both arms in front of him as if not understanding what was happening and begging to know.


    "Look for yourself," said Hack, conjuring something akin to a mirror made of water from nowhere.


    Mack never saw the old man create ''a spell'' like this before, but his focus when to the image reflected on the water mirror, because there, Mack could see a red bloody ''V'' letter in the middle of the breastte.


    "The fuck? A V?" but then Mack remembered the oath he made to himself back when on the third floor of the tower. The cringe scene of him promising to be ''fear itself'' than cutting his own hand in a ''V'' for vengeance and dropping blood on the ground. "That! You remembered! Fuck! That was way to cringe! Even for me!" said Mack, pping his own face in shame.


    "The paint will fade in a few minutes, but your face! ohhhhh god! That was worthy! HAHAHAH"! Laughed Hack, almost losing bnce and falling on the ground.


    Mack sulked in shame and awkward, but didn''t say anything. He could only endure. Someday he would have his vengeance against this bald devil and his bald cksmith.


    ''Endure Mack, endure! This ''bald evil union'' will fall someday, just like the hair in their heads.''