Chapter 761: Preparing for Battle in the Shadow (3)
Chapter 761: Preparing for war against the shadow (3)
After dinner, Bediwell practiced using the [Holy Tree Seed] outside the hotel courtyard under the guidance of Olin.
Albert also tidied up and planned to return to the room to continue counting money.
Old man Senezel was waiting in front of the door, obviously he had something to do with Albert.
"What do you want to say?" Albert looked at the old man with hostility: "Did Bedi ask you to come to me?"
"To tell you the truth, exactly." The old man sneered sinisterly: "I made an agreement with that wolf. Although I don't want to, at least let me help you."
"I don't need---"
"I can't help you if you don't want to accept his kindness." Landlord Senezel retorted: "But I'm just fulfilling my promise and doing what needs to be done. Next I will show [that thing] to
You see, it’s up to you to decide whether you want to accept that power or not. Is that okay?”
Albert frowned. He was stubborn and unwilling to accept help from others, but old man Senezel was very cunning and deliberately spoke in a misleading way.
Driven by curiosity, Albert wanted to know what magic weapon the old man could come up with.
"Okay, I'll just take a look. Although I will definitely refuse." The big cat pretended not to show any emotion.
"Are you sure you want to see it? Maybe curiosity killed the cat?" Senezel's landlord began to evade.
"Do you want me to go see it or not?" The tiger was angry.
"Pfft...come with me." The old man sneered and turned around and left.
As Tiger followed, he was still cursing secretly. He thought the landlord was taking him to some kind of remote treasure room or basement. At first, old man Senezel only took a few steps.
He stopped in front of the door of a room at the end of the second floor.
"Hey, are you kidding me?" Albert said in disappointment. The room in front of him was obviously just an ordinary-looking guest room, just like the room he and Bediwell lived in. How could such a place be hidden?
Holding a treasure?
"Haha, you will know soon if this is a joke or not." Senezel did not push the door open, but turned around and asked Albert: "What weapons do you have in your hands?"
"arms?"
"Stop being wordy, take it out and let me see it." the landlord urged.
Albert became more and more confused, not knowing what kind of medicine the landlord was selling in his gourd. But he decided to do what the landlord said first, and maybe there would be an explanation later.
Tiger took out two long swords from his backpack. These two swords were the second of the treasures stolen by the werewolf from the Twilight Cult's treasure room. The weapons themselves did not have particularly powerful enchantments, only a little bit to increase the hardness and sharpness of the weapons.
effect.
However, their workmanship is very exquisite and can be described as meticulously crafted. Moreover, they are a perfect pair. The swords look both symmetrical and fit together. There is also a specially constructed tenon in the middle of the swords to allow them to be merged together.
Swing it like a double-edged sword.
Albert loved them so much that when dividing the treasures, he would rather not have other weapons with stronger enchantments and keep them specially.
This can be said to be a kind of vase weapon. They are rarely used in combat, but they are highly praised by weapon collectors. Some enthusiasts will even pay exorbitant prices to buy such exquisite weapons.
When taking out this weapon, Albert also expected to be laughed at by the old man. Because this thing is not very usable, most people don't know how to appreciate it, and will only treat the owner of the weapon as a layman who doesn't know how to fight.
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However, old man Senezel's expression suddenly changed. From the funny smile before, he suddenly became serious, as if he was seriously thinking about a certain issue.
"That's it. What an idea." He actually said something, which seemed to be a compliment to Albert.
"Huh, what?" The tiger was even more confused.
"Huhu, this weapon is still an antique from thousands of years ago, and the smell is very clean, not bad." The old man ignored Albert and kept saying a lot of words that the tiger could not understand.
"Well, can you say something humanly?" Albert couldn't bear it anymore and urged the old man to explain everything clearly.
"Huhu, let's talk after you come in." Landlady Senezel took out the key and opened the door to the room.
Tiger glanced into the room through the crack of the open door. It was not a room for people to live in at all, but more like some kind of workshop.
A workshop for repairing weapons.
The landlord calmly turned on the light and walked in. At the same time, he put down Albert's swords in front of a machine: "Let me ask you first, in order to carry out a certain ceremony better, I plan to use these two swords."
Remove the enchantment completely. Is this okay?"
Al was even more confused. It should be said that he was about to be overwhelmed by a lot of questions, and he was too lazy to think about the problem again, so he casually replied: "Do it. It is not a very important enchantment, and it is not a pity to get rid of it. But
...Do you have a way to remove the enchantment on the weapon?"
Tiger only knows that the enchantment on the weapon is added when the weapon is made. It is usually fixed the moment the weapon is completed and cannot be changed again.
"Of course." The old man said confidently. He had already started the machine and placed the two swords in the huge container of the machine.
"Let me ask you a question first, kid." He operated the machine, and some kind of light blue light emitted from the huge container, and these lights began to form a vortex.
"How much do you know about [enchantment]?" Senezel asked casually.
"Well, enchantment is... enchantment." Albert explained with difficulty with his poor knowledge: "It is to inject photons into the weapon to make the weapon harder, sharper, and so on."
The old man chuckled disapprovingly: "Although my understanding is rough, it is not wrong to say so."
Albert was immediately unhappy.
"There are actually two types of enchantment. One is the spiritual energy (photons) injected by the craftsman who makes the weapon when the weapon is made. Let's call it [permanent enchantment].
This kind of enchantment determines the natural ability of the weapon. As you said, it makes the weapon harder and sharper, and even makes the weapon have fire, freezing and other effects.
However, there is another kind of enchantment. Or perhaps it is [temporary enchantment].
This is a combat technique that is not usually attached to the weapon, but is a technique that the user chooses to activate during combat to add additional effects to the weapon."
"I know. It's magic---"
"No, it's [spell], not magic." The old man corrected, "If I have to say it, it should be a kind of [enchantment]. From [fire enchantment] to [thunder enchantment], there are various forms of magic."
[With magic]().＂
Larger blue light vortices were generated at both ends of the container, and they also began to "suck" the photons in the two swords. The luminous particles flew out of the swords and were sucked away by the vortex.
"I still don't understand. What are you trying to explain to me?" Albert watched as the enchantments on his two swords were slowly erased and turned into ordinary iron. Only then did Tiger begin to regret it.
"I actually want to say that whether it is [permanent enchantment], in the final analysis, they are effects created by humans.
And the power of things made by [people] is always limited."
Whoosh. The machine began to become silent. It sucked out the enchantment in the two long swords, and completely restored the two swords to their original form without any enchantment, just like a piece of original iron.
"Okay, okay, so clean." The old man took out two swords and played with them in his hands. "They will definitely be happy with such clean antiques with a strong flavor of time."
"Them?" Albert looked at his sword with regret (it was no longer a sword), and asked with even more confusion and a little anger: "Stop being so pretentious! Just finish what you're saying!"
"Hey, don't worry, come with me." The old man left again, making Albert furious, but the big cat became more and more curious, so he had to hold back his anger and continue to follow.
Old man Senezel walked to another room on the opposite side, opened the door with a key, and said at the same time: "So, [enchantment] is just a man-made magic. Being human, there must be someone with the limit of their ability, and it is impossible for weapons to surpass it."
This limit."
He opened the door: "So, what if the thing attached to the weapon is a god?"
The moment the room was pushed open, Albert felt a chill all over his body and trembled involuntarily. This was a self-defense reaction that most people should have. Facing foreign objects in the world, they instinctively felt fear and rejection.
In the room in front of him, there was a group of white shadows, floating in the air like ghosts.
---No, it should be said that they are ghosts, right? Each of these spirits has a vaguely human face, but drags its long body, like a white meteor or a huge swimming fish.
"Oh, my God--" Al was so frightened that he almost wanted to run away.
Bedivere said this was a haunted hotel, and Albert didn't believe it at first. But now, the evidence was before him. What are these things floating around in front of him if they're not ghosts?!
"Come in." The old man walked in comfortably, as if he was not afraid of the ghosts at all: "The more afraid you are, the more the gods want to play tricks on you. Just look more comfortable."
Albert shivered again. He could clearly feel something touching his butt, but he was too scared to look back.
Even though he had fought against the spirits several times, Albert still subconsciously felt scared. The spirits made up of tangible objects did not look so scary, but the most terrifying thing was the thing that was floating like smoke.
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"Damn it, damn Bedivere, for bringing us to such a ghost place." Tiger kept cursing in a low voice: "I must make him look good tonight."
"You may not survive tonight." The old man chuckled and threatened with malice, "Don't say bad words and be honest. In this room full of gods, the price of offending the gods is death. ---
Stop dawdling and come in quickly."
"Yes, yes!" Al felt something tugging at his tail again. He became even more frightened, so he had to calm down and walk into the room cautiously.
Bump! As soon as the tiger came in, the door behind him slammed shut, as if to warn Albert to be more honest if he wanted to get out alive!
The old man Senezel also took out two long swords that had just been purified and had no enchantment at all.
He held these two "clean" artifacts high above his head as if they were paying tribute.
As he did so, the ghosts in the room gathered around the two swords like a school of curious fish, sniffing and touching them, testing the two ancient artifacts.
"Okay, come here and let the gods take a good look at you." The old man ordered.
"Could it be..." Albert had a bad feeling.
"Yes, take off your clothes and let them examine your whole body."
"Oh, that's--" Albert wanted to curse, but he quickly remembered the old man's instructions just now, not to use swear words.
Tiger reluctantly took off his shirt.
The ghosts began to gather around. Albert only felt dozens of cold hands touching his chest, lower abdomen, and back.
"Ouch...!" Tiger squinted his eyes, trying not to feel these weird things: "You said...does this really make sense?"
) Something of a higher level --- [animation]."
"Attachment, spirit enchantment?"
"It does not use artificial aura (photons), but a technique composed of auras attached to the weapons by the gods." The old man explained: "Weapons with gods will have unparalleled power, which is far more powerful than ordinary enchanted weapons."
Incomparable."
"Yes, it's meow?!"
"However, it depends on your own destiny." The old man sneered, "Whether they lend you power or whether they will inhabit the weapons is completely up to them. If you are lucky, there may be one or two gods willing to lend you.
Power to you; if you are unlucky and the gods don't like you, or don't like the weapons you offer as tribute - they might tear you apart."
"What? Wait---" Albert realized that he was afraid at this time, but old man Senezel had already rushed out of the room and turned off the lights in the room.
After turning off the lights, the dark room became even more terrifying. Countless ghosts flew out from the walls and ceiling of the room and began to circle around Albert. The tiger only felt that something was pulling on his tail and pulling his pants.
Pulling it off, countless hands groped all over his body.
"Ah---!" Albert made a strange sound: "What kind of hotel is this? It's so strange!"
"Hotel?" Old Senezel's voice came from outside the door: "This is not a hotel to begin with. It was my idiot brother who said he wanted to take you in, so I made a room for you to stay in."
The main function of my house is not a [hotel], but a [store]. A store that sells [gods to people], or [sells people to gods]."
"What?!" His whole body was touched by wonderful power, and Albert made an even stranger sound: "You sold me---?!"
"Well," the old man's voice became smaller and smaller, and he seemed to be gradually walking away: "I wish you a good time."
More ghosts (evil spirits) came from all directions and played with Albert's body wantonly. Amidst a burst of commotion and excitement, Al gradually became hot-headed and felt suffocated. He soon lost consciousness.