The impact of the earthquake on Palermo was limited. Except for a few unlucky ones who had their heads smashed by vases falling from the balcony due to the shaking, or whose center of gravity was unstable and fell into the water, there were no fatal casualties.
But when Woody came to the door of Wagner's blacksmith shop, his brows were still furrowed.
Apparently he was still troubled by the cause of the earthquake just now.
However, he did not forget the main purpose of his trip.
Witness the birth of his weapons.
Although Wagner said that if he is given another half month, he can master quenching more proficiently, and he is 90% sure that Woody's weapons can be developed to a higher degree and released in perfect condition.
But there was not much time left for him, especially on the way here, Woody also encountered a legendary earthquake, which strengthened his heart.
Don't wait any longer. Nothing in the world can wait for you. All you can do is seize that fleeting opportunity and never let go!
In terminology, it means giving full play to one's own subjective initiative.
Whether he should wait or not, he had already weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
Woody stepped into the blacksmith shop without hesitation, and Wagner, who was swinging a hammer to hit another anvil, saw Woody's arrival and understood his purpose, and immediately stopped what he was doing.
The middle-aged man greeted him respectfully. He had benefited a lot from Woody's supervision these days.
He turned around and entered the blacksmith shop, and carefully took out a curved long blade that was longer than an ordinary long sword. Compared to the rudimentary shape of the previous few days, this curved sword now had an open edge.
, has been installed with a hilt that is thick enough to be held with one hand, but there is no cross guard that is common on cavalry swords, only a slightly slanted and concave buckle, as the final stubbornness of its identity as a curved sword.
The blade mixed with various rare metals did not shine under the reflection of the flames. Instead, it seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, giving it a matte texture. It looked very simple and gave people a heavy feeling.
A sinking feeling.
But this time, before the final stage of quenching the blade, Wagner not only brought the scimitar with the blade and hilt installed, but also took out another thing that Woody was particularly familiar with.
A delicate and small enchanted seal is covered with a mysterious silver luster, just like the silver scales rising from a thousand sails under the sun.
Woody was slightly surprised.
This was a tool used to enchant sword blades. It was equivalent to half a supernatural weapon on the black market. However, he remembered that he had never given this to the blacksmith in front of him.
Wagner seemed to notice Woody's hesitation and smiled heartily.
"My grandfather left this to me, but you have taught me so wholeheartedly, how can I be reluctant to part with this small enchanted seal? This is yours, distinguished guest, please don't refuse it.
A request from Saruman."
After speaking, the tone of this blacksmith with a pair of piercing eyes became extremely sincere.
"In that case, fine!"
The arrogant nature of the Saruman people prevents them from incurring any debts. Therefore, in Asenland, if you see someone helping those who have helped him regardless of reward or sacrifice, then there is a high probability that he is a Saruman.
And even if Wagner talked to this extent, Woody would naturally not brush off his good intentions.
"Then let's begin!"
The materials required for quenching have been prepared. In order to improve the fault tolerance rate, Woody also asked Cromwell to get a small bottle of high-concentration holy water from the Temple of Dawn as an auxiliary during quenching.
Soon, under the high temperature of the stove, the matte blade of the long sword began to turn red.
The long quenching begins.
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The rain outside the window continued continuously. Although it was just noon, the sky was as gloomy as the evening. With Weilandu standing in front of the transparent glass, she could only see her own reflection.
If you want to see more clearly, you can only get closer to the glass, and then you can see the cold iron gate of the wine estate outside the window and the deserted scene in the wind and rain.
But she rarely does this. Only when she hears the creaking sound coming from the iron door outside, she will jump up and down like a little rabbit with her ears pricked up and look out the window until she can see clearly.
After leaving, he flopped down on the goose down-stuffed mattress in despair, as if he wanted to knead his little body into this soft "white dough".
Damn it! Why hasn’t Cousin Woody come back yet?
Weilanduo, who was lying on the bed, reluctantly blew away her long hair that blocked her view. She clenched her little hands tightly and punched the cotton-like bed beneath her.
This was already the seventeenth carriage that entered the manor since she got up in the morning. In addition to entering, she also saw ten carriages leaving the manor, but she still didn't see the familiar figure. Instead, she saw a group of people she didn't want to see.
The person who arrived.
The guy from my grandfather's side.
She generally divides the relatives of the Edith family except Woody into her grandfather's faction. The Becky Edith and Khalik Edith whom she met at the last harvest festival are the children of her two uncles.
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Since the last time the old man Carmo Edith came to the wine estate and had a big quarrel with Susan, it seemed that the old man had acquiesced in the connection between the two families, so his two uncles also began to subconsciously repair the original rift.
, after all, they know very well who is responsible for the current rise of the Edith family.
However, they knew far less of the inside story than Kamo knew. They thought it was Susan's own ability, along with their heirs, as well as the mage apprentices Bech Edith, Halik Edith, etc.
People treat their own aunt.
I have been extra diligent during this time.
After all, this is a legendary strong man, even more powerful than their mentor. If his aunt can really say a few words in front of that man, then they will be prosperous.
Therefore, Becky and Harry, along with others, came to the winery almost every day in the past few days to enhance their presence in front of Susan.
Others even invited Villando several times to attend aristocratic salons and balls in Palermo, saying that at her age, it was time for her to enter the aristocratic circle. Such overtures were naturally rejected by Villando.
Yes, she has never been interested in socializing.
After regaining her composure, Weilandu stepped on the fluffy rabbit slippers and walked to a pink desk not far from the bed. There were no dressing mirrors and jewelry boxes common to girls on the desk, but thick brown books.
They were neatly placed on the right side of the desk, and on the left was a bright magic desk lamp, which was a tenth birthday gift from her aunt who was a lecturer at St. Lawrence College as a gift from a businessman. The one in the middle was a
The statue of a gray cartoon rabbit is quite rough. However, due to the owner's love and care, it appears to be exceptionally clean without a trace of impurities. There is a crooked congratulatory message on the base below.
——"I wish Weilanduo a happy day every day..."
Every time she sat on the chair, Weilanduo could see the most conspicuous sentence and smile knowingly.
This rabbit statue with two large front teeth has accompanied her for countless days and nights, and she has been watching her read.
Sometimes she doesn't want to go out, and she can stare at this rabbit in a daze for a long time.
Because when she saw it, she could always think of that bright afternoon when she first arrived, when she was playing hide-and-seek with the servants in the manor, and happened to meet the rather shy boy who was following her mother and holding her finger.
Because of their respective families, the two soon became childhood playmates who talked about everything and stayed together all day long. They spent a very happy time together.
It's just that at some point, he became so strange, alert and panicked, like a beast caught in a trap, full of malice towards everyone who was kind to him, except for the evil witch who handed him the poison apple.
Rather loyal.
Until death do us part, but now... they are all back.
Weilanduo opened a book that she had not finished reading last time in a relaxed mood.
——"The Ten Unsolved Mysteries of Arsenland"
Except for the wardrobe where clothes are stored, the other cabinets in her room are filled with thick books. Reading books is her best companion to pass the boring time.
Although this hobby was once a casual comment from her cousin, she loved reading and wanted to be a writer like Elizabeth." She fell into this trap.
But now, books have become the things that accompany her the longest.
The knowledge in books will never leave her, and she also loves to absorb the new experiences that each book brings to her, such as the mysterious stories of spellcasters, the traditional fairy tales of princes and princesses, and the thrilling adventures of adventurers.
Regarding personal biographies, Weilando especially prefers books that explore decryption, more like One Hundred Thousand Whys.
She has a strong curiosity about everything, but her reason will drive her to restrain this desire in reality. However, reading a book can release this unspeakable impulse, and Weilanduo is soon immersed in this future book.
While solving the mystery, she began to follow the perspective of the protagonist in the book, Page, and explore the process of gradual analysis of the mystery of the spell caster under the name of mechanical craft. Although it was an illusory fabrication, she watched it with relish.
Most of the nobles in Asenland who are familiar with the history of the continent know some secrets about this land.
In addition to the ancient Kingdom of Kallia that was once glorious a thousand years ago, this land also gave birth to the ancient mechanical empire that once marched towards the stars and the sea, and the arcane empire that maximized the power of magic.
Complete ruins can prove this, and some kingdoms even made use of the products excavated from the ruins.
Therefore, with the use of imagination, there is always no shortage of market for stories about machinery and arcana.
The room was quiet, and with the patter of rain outside the window, Weilanduo quickly fell into the ocean of words. Only the sound of fingers running across the pages of the book appeared from time to time in the room, proving her existence.
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After hearing that Woody had returned half an hour later, Weilando was a little upset.
Not only was I regretful that I missed the afternoon tea because I was so absorbed in reading, but I also regretted not discovering it in the first place.
But her speed is undeniable.
She skillfully inserted the bookmark into the next page that had not yet been turned, then stood up and left her room.
The light rain outside the window had stopped at some point, and only the moist and cold air continued to penetrate into Weilanduo's thin body from bottom to top. However, she only felt hot all over and was not affected in any way.
While eating a piece of bread she had just taken from afternoon tea to satisfy her hunger, she hurried towards the hut behind the manor.
But Weilanduo had just turned the corner of the corridor, and she was going to look for Woody inside the cabin, when she saw a familiar figure standing in the open space in front of the house, and in his hand was a hand that she had never seen before.
The weird arc-shaped long blade was almost as long as hers.
One side is a blade, and the other side is a thick back. The blade and the handle are connected as one, as if they were made from nature. Moreover, the blade has a matte color. Finely curled white smoke slowly rises from the surface of the weapon, as if it is caused by the blade.
The scorching heat encounters cold air, resulting in a violent reaction.
Judging from the fact that the open space has been chopped into seven or eight sections, leaving only a bottom pile that can be climbed up with feet, the power of this weapon has obviously been tested on this dummy, which has been in service for less than two months.
It is sharp enough, and the integrity of each cross-section shows that it was dismembered happily, and the knife marks appear extremely smooth, as if it had been carefully polished by the most skilled craftsmen.
The back figure slowly turned his head when he heard the footsteps behind him, his golden eyes exuding an extremely hot light in the shadow of the dark clouds in the afternoon.
"Wow! So handsome! When did you have this knife? How come I haven't seen it before?" Weilanduo trotted to the open space without being affected by the weapon full of weird temperament. She gave Woody a series of blows.
output.
"I just got it. This is a custom-made weapon. It took me several days of work."
Woody held the extraordinary weapon he had just obtained and looked at the aristocratic girl standing in front of him who wanted to touch it. He felt helpless. He put it on his shoulder casually and looked at Weilanduo.
"So this is what you do when you go out these days? Wow! Cousin, your weapon is so cold, how can you hold it!"
Weilanduo stood up on tiptoes and touched the blade, and felt a biting coldness in her hand. Even though she was wearing several pieces of warm clothes, they were just decorations.
"It contains the power of magic. You are not a professional yet. It is best not to touch it. You will get sick."
Woody said noncommittally. He did not stop Weilanduo. After all, she had to let her try it herself before she would give up.
"Magic weapon? Does it have a name?"
Weilando looked surprised. She recalled that in the storybook she read in the afternoon, Page's magic sword had a name that belonged to it.
After hearing this, Woody said with a faint look in his eyes.
"Of course."
"Its name is..."
"Broken soul..."
And before his eyes, the data belonging to this curved sword was also displayed in his retina.
——"Item name: +1 Curved Sword "Enchanted"."
——"Item description: A large curved sword made of rare minerals such as mithril. Both damage and speed are far higher than ordinary long swords. The maker is a human blacksmith, but under the guidance of an expert, he made
The best creation yet.”
——"Equipment requirements: 15 points of strength."
——"Equipment enchantment: Netherworld characteristics, normal damage to incorporeal creatures, and ignores its bonus."
——"The wails of the dead disappeared as his sharp blade opened up, and this cursed land was redeemed—the inscription under the statue of Prosperous Town."
