When I looked at the painting in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder, why is the ancestral box of the Sibal family engraved with such a painting?
Sibal said to me: "What's so strange about this? It means my ancestors wanted to record this honor."
"Then let me ask you," I looked back at Sibal and asked about the strangest thing I found: "Since we want to record this honor, why is it that the painting is not about making weapons for King Arthur, but about the Round Table for his men?
What about knights forging weapons? Is there any greater honor than forging King Arthur’s weapons?”
"Yes, it is indeed a bit strange for you to say that."
"There's something even weirder. Look here, the box behind your ancestor is open, and there seems to be a sword in it."
Sibal asked me strangely: "What's the problem?"
I said: "This kind of carving is very labor-intensive. If it is not necessary, there is no need to carve it. This box and the characters are very rough, but these two swords are much finer in comparison. Sibal, you
See what’s strange about these two swords.”
Sibal took the oil lamp and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Mr. Henmo! These two swords should be the same!"
"The same one? You can't get it wrong, right?"
Sibal nodded: "Yes, it should be the same one."
According to the speculation in the painting, there is a dagger similar to the Sword of Mordred in the box. However, according to the existing clues, although the ore in Metmont Mountain is of high quality, it is difficult to mine and expensive.
Why do you need to make another identical sword at the same time? Wouldn't this be time-consuming, laborious, and expensive? And from the picture, this sword is hidden in the box and has never been seen by Arthur or anyone else.
, since you have created a weapon, why don't you let others use it, but keep it locked in the box? What makes me most surprised is why should this be engraved on the box in an inconspicuous way?
It seems that these series of questions can only be answered by opening the box.
With a lot of banging and some help from Sibal's homemade lock-picking "gadget", the box was finally opened.
There was a burst of dust, and the contents of the box were revealed. A handful of dust that had been transformed from something unknown at some time was piled at the bottom of the box.
Sibal and I overturned the box, and a large amount of dust flew up into the air, making us both cough.
I covered my face and continued to fiddle with it. With a "bang" sound, a handful of black things fell to the ground.
Sibal came up curiously, we took the oil lamp, lay down on the ground, and took out the dagger simply wrapped in animal skin from a pile of floating soil.
The size is right and the shape is similar. My heart beat in my throat.
Sibal took the dagger, peeled off the animal skin, and an identical dagger without a scabbard appeared in front of us.
I looked at the sword, and my heart beat like a drum. Sibal checked it carefully and said to me: "Mr. Henmo, look, this dagger is exactly the same as the one you were holding at that time, except that there is a sword missing."
Sheath. And you can see that the sword body is simply wrapped in animal skin, and the whole sword is covered with tung oil. It seems that my ancestors must have hurriedly adopted the crudest and most effective way to preserve this sword."
The blade of the sword was dripping with oil, and tung oil was not easy to dry. For safety reasons, Sibal and I took the sword to the river in the village. He went back to his room and brought a set of tools. After struggling with it until the middle of the night, he finally cleaned it.
It was clean, and the sword also flashed a little cold light in the moonlight.
Sibal was yawning non-stop, so he went back to sleep first, and I returned to my room with the sword. As soon as I returned to the room, Gaines appeared. When he saw the sword in my hand, he asked strangely:
"Henmo, didn't you say you didn't bring this sword?"
I put the sword on the table, and Gaines came and sat next to me. The two heads, one big and one small, were muttering to the sword.
"It's true that I didn't bring Mordred's sword. This one was left behind by Sivar's ancestors. And his ancestors also carved clues on the box. Look, that's it." I put the rubbing on the box.
Show the resulting painting to Gaines.
He looked at the painting, then at the sword, and muttered: "Strange. It's really strange."
Without waiting for me to ask questions, he stood up and pointed his right hand to the sky, and then clasped his hands on his chest to form a ring: "Transform the element into a god, turn the wind into a guide, and use my power to summon your true nature."
This ancient spell was a little different from what he taught me. I watched quietly as a ball of pure magical energy gradually appeared in the ring formed by Gaines' hands. Gaines picked up the ball of energy and took it to
Above the dagger, as his hands were released, energy slowly fell to the dagger like light feathers.
"Watch carefully." Gaines' originally cheerful expression turned serious at some point.
As the pure energy completely enveloped the dagger, the blade gradually changed. A cloud of gray smoke-like gas floated around the dagger.
Gaines' lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the dagger. Under the light of blue magic energy, Gaines' face could not tell whether he was excited or scared.
"What's wrong?" I was also a little worried.
Gaines turned his head and looked at me, and there was a little sparkle in his eyes. Was that tears? He tried hard to suppress his excitement and said slowly: "Henmo, this sword has the power of a dragon."
"Dragon? Didn't you say that dragons were dead in your time?"
"Yes! He is already dead, so why does he still have the power of a dragon? Could it be that there is another dragon alive and hidden? And the ancestors of the Abros family must have been in contact with this dragon, otherwise this sword
There will be no dragon power."
"Could someone seal the dragon's power on the sword?"
Gaines shook his head: "Impossible, this sword is made of dragon's breath. According to my speculation, this sword should be forged with dragon's breath. It has the power of black magic or summoned objects such as hellfire phoenix.
The difference is that dragons are ancient creatures, and these powers come from the dragon itself. Therefore, in the past, only dragon masters could do it if they wanted to subdue dragons."
The moment I picked up the sword, I felt a huge power from distant ancient times, but it flowed into my body like spring breeze and rain. Gaines saw all this and nodded with satisfaction: "Sure enough, it's like that.
I think, Henmo, put this sword away, it will definitely come in handy in the future."
At night, I put this sword next to my pillow and slept very soundly.
At three o'clock in the morning the next day, I was awakened by a knock on the door. After opening the door, Sibal pointed breathlessly in the direction of the village hall and said: "Mr. Henmer, something happened in the village."
I quickly put on my clothes and arrived at the door of the village hall. Many villagers had already surrounded the outside and peered in. When they saw me coming, they dispersed consciously. After I entered the hall, I found a person standing in the hall.
, heard me enter the room, turned around, it was the secretary!
When I saw the secretary, I felt relieved. He looked me up and down, but there was no trace of happiness on his face. After he winked, Sibal dispersed all the villagers watching outside, leaving only him and
I also have three secretaries.
The clerk took out a kraft bag, opened it, and handed a piece of kraft paper to me. I took the kraft paper and found that it was an explanatory document distributed to various places.
The document reads: To the Kingdom of Camerie, the Kingdom of Tachik, the Kingdom of Fandral, the Kingdom of Locke, Merlin Academy and the various lords, directly affiliated guards, garrison defense forces and knights and other institutions under their jurisdiction - the current first-level freshman of Merlin Academy,
The trainee magic apprentice and current head of the Cullinan family, Hummo Cullinan, recently deliberately attacked with the intention of killing Dale Hurley, the co-member of the Magicians Association, the second greatest magician, and the current head of the Hurley family, and was suspected of stealing the magician.
Internal documents of the Association's Operations and Intelligence Office (OIO), the incident failed. The important person is now informed of the situation. The Magician's Association has issued a nationwide wanted order for the apprentice magic apprentice Henmo Cullinan. The OIO and MMO will do their best on behalf of the Magician's Association.
Pursue, cooperate with the letter upon seeing, and in case of resistance, execute on the spot.--Joint Council of the Magicians Association.