Chapter 46 Guntar II (1)

Guntar Kavalek stared at the flame of the candle on the bedside table, feeling shattered.

"It's just one eye, kid. You still have your left eye to provide you with light." Uncle Beldan said.

"Now I can't even notice the enemy appearing on my right, uncle!" Guntar said excitedly, "I am a knight, an Amber Knight! I can't lose my eyes!"

The doctor had no way to save his eye, so he used a knife to dig out the damaged part, and then repaired it with wool soaked in egg white.

Even after taking poisonous nightshade ginseng powder and poppy powder, it still took five assistants to hold him down in severe pain.

His amber eyes, Guntar thought to himself. He was born different, he is the hope of his parents. He is only twenty-two years old, and he just wants to start his own adventure and fight for his own glory.

Why was fate so cruel? He protected the weak. Instead of rewarding him, the gods took away his right eye.

"I can feel your sorrow, child." Uncle Beldan put his calloused hand on his, "But what is lost can never be regained. The sooner you accept this fact, the better."

Guntar's eyes were sore, "I know, uncle, but I...I'm not willing to accept it!"

He knew it would be useless to complain to his uncle, but he didn't want to keep this feeling inside.

Uncle Beldan held him in his arms, patted his back gently, and said softly: "The gods have their own plans for you. They let you survive. Your life story is far from over."

After that, his uncle slowly let go of him and picked up a long stick wrapped in cloth from the bedside.

"What is this?" Guntar asked.

"Remember when I asked you to wait for me in the square?" Uncle Bertin unwrapped the package, "This is the gift I prepared for you, child."

"A sword?"

Guntar looked at the long sword in front of him, which was about four and a half feet long. The blade of the sword shone dark orange-red under the candlelight. The blade was sharp, and the silver-plated hilt was covered with black and red silk threads.

amber gemstone.

"This is my sword," Uncle Beldan replied, "I had the blacksmith in the city polish it again, and now it is yours."

"I cannot accept this gift," said Guntar, "this is your sword."

Uncle Beldan chuckled and said: "Don't worry about me, I haven't used it for many years, and I probably won't use it again in this life."

"But……"

"Take it." Uncle Beldan insisted, "The sword you had before is not as good as mine."

Guntar took the sword and held it in his hand. It was heavier than expected.

"This is a really good sword. Does it have a name?" Guntar asked.

"No, I won't give my sword a name. But now it's yours, you can give it the first name." Uncle said.

"I've thought about it." Guntar said, stroking the blade of the sword.

"So fast?"

Guntar nodded, "'eyes'."

Uncle Beldan was stunned for a while and then asked: "Can I ask why you chose this name?"

"First of all, I lost my right eye," Guntar replied, "but you gave me your sword, and I wanted to commemorate what I lost and what I gained in this way.

Secondly, this sword has witnessed your heroic appearance on the battlefield, and if the gods bless you, it will also witness my battle on the battlefield."

"It really has a good meaning," Uncle Bertin said, "I almost regret not giving it a name."

"If it were you, what name would you give?" Guntar asked.

"Hmm..." Uncle Beldan touched his black and white beard, "I don't know, maybe it's called 'Big Sword'."

After saying that, both of them laughed.

"Tell me again the story of the southern expedition to Mussol, uncle." Guntar said.

"Well, where are there so many stories to tell? What do you want to hear about?" the uncle said, pretending to be reluctant.

"Who is the toughest enemy you have ever encountered on dry land?" Guntar asked.

Uncle Beldan looked at the bedside and thought about it, and said slowly: "The Musol people are good at fighting. When people mention them, they usually think of the champion warriors under each prince.

They have all kinds of weapons, including melee weapons such as spears, scimitars, whips, and tridents, as well as fancy throwing objects. Some of the things they throw can make a loud noise to scare you, and some can be released to make you jump.

Disgusting smoke, some can explode...

But the toughest opponent I ever faced was not their champion warrior, but a prince of the city."

"A prince?" Guntar asked.

"Elton Redmore." The uncle replied, "He was the prince of Aki City at the time. Although in the Kingdom of Musol, the princes from city to city usually ignored each other, but when we went south, all the princes in the city paid no attention to each other.

The princes are united against the armies of Atagenu the Hammer."

"Did you win?" Guntar was not interested in the empire going south. He only wanted to know whether his uncle had defeated the prince named Elton Redmore.

"I won, but only by a very small advantage." Uncle Beldan nodded, "He used a trident that was more than five feet tall. At the beginning of the battle, he suppressed me so much that I couldn't even fight.

There is also a hook on the tip of his halberd. If you accidentally get hooked on his sword, he will kill you.

But the one disadvantage of this weapon is that it has to be held with two hands. Although my sword is shorter, I can control it with one hand.

So I deliberately used a flaw to get him closer to me, held his halberd handle with my left hand, and then cut his neck open with the sword in my right hand. I was really strong at that time."

"It's amazing." Seeing the uncontrollable joy on his uncle's face, Guntar's gloomy mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Master Beldan."

Guntar looked toward the door, and Lord Alowin, who had stopped the guards before, was standing at the door. He was wearing a gorgeous green silk gown, and a silver key hung on his chest.

No wonder the guard Gozoron called him "the beardless one", he really didn't even have a beard on his face.

"Lord Alowin." Seeing Alowin, Uncle Beldan stood up and greeted him.

"I asked the attendant boy before I came in. He said you were in the room. I hope I didn't disturb you," Alowin said.

"Not at all. Thank you for your help in the square." Uncle Beldan thanked him.

"Gozoron Clotar is a dog that needs discipline, Master Beldan," Allowyn said. "I just did what I was supposed to do."

Seeing Guntar struggling to get out of bed and stand up to thank himself, Alowin said: "Young man, there is no need to force yourself."
Chapter completed!