After the holy sword is broken

Burgess was at the place where the blacksmiths were working, surrounded by a big blacksmith and several senior blacksmiths.

"An alchemy array can be added inside the high-temperature furnace to balance the elements and control the temperature more finely."

"Element of balance?" A senior blacksmith was a little puzzled and said, "Your Excellency Burgess, I don't quite understand.

"The concept of the four elements originated from classical philosophy. In practice, they generally only exist in magical rituals. Their symbolic meaning is always far greater than the real meaning.

"But as blacksmiths, what we lead is to change the nature of raw materials, not a magic ceremony. Should we also pay attention to the balance of elements?"

Burgess chuckled lightly: "Forging is the reshaping of matter, spiritual matter and destiny.

"Of course it is a ceremony, even more grand than an ordinary magic ceremony, and more traceable to the origin."

The blacksmiths around heard the words, showing thoughtful expressions, and took out their notes one after another, and wrote down word by word, thinking over and over again.

Someone came to find the big blacksmith in charge of weapon maintenance.

"My lord, a new batch of damaged weapons has been sent."

The big blacksmith waved his hand, and whispered impatiently: "Understood, it will be dealt with, you go to register first, and then send it to the second district, don't come here to make noise..."

He would also like to hear a few more words from your Excellency.

Turning around, I saw the legend walking towards the batch of damaged items, and pulled out an epee from it.

It is not so much an epee, or a half-handed sword, as it is more like a chopping sword.

Its sword body is very wide, even wider than many broadswords, and quite thick, but the lines are not as round as some broadswords.

Even though the sword body is so wide, it is still relatively slender overall, because its length is based on the cutting sword, which is close to five feet in length.

The reason why it is not simply called the Zhanjian is because its blade is too thick, so we have to use the relatively informal "epee" to call this sword that is even stranger than the "hybrid sword".

There is no doubt that this sword is not light in weight. Although Burgess can't lift it, it is a little difficult to hold it.

Fortunately, it is still in the sheath, otherwise, the big blacksmith is really worried that it will scratch this excellency.

This sword is not a standard weapon, it is placed separately in the batch of high-level weapons.

But as a great blacksmith, he could tell at a glance that although the sword was of high grade, the attached inscriptions and magic array were very simple, and it was not a special magic weapon. The attention of the legendary blacksmith.

"Your Excellency Borgins, you can just hand over the things here to the people in the second district. You don't need to worry about it." He suggested.

"No." Burgess had a faint smile on his face, looking at the epee with gentle eyes: "Give this sword to me. If you are worried about violating the regulations, you can first enter me in the list of the second district."

How does this work!

How could this treasure of the empire be allowed to do such trivial and tiring things? !

He wanted to stop it, but Burgess had already left with his epee in hand.

The blacksmiths standing behind them looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

There are notches on the blade of the epee, and the body of the sword also has marks of chopping and hammering.Many of the inscriptions and magic circles on it were also damaged, and the spiritual light was dimmed and grayed out, appearing foggy.

"There is still a part of the sword near the hilt that is not sharpened? Although it can reduce wear and tear, how did this guy cut off Chimera's head directly by chopping? Look at the inscription again, tenacity, tenacity, Reinforced..."

In the forging room, Burgess looked at the epee and muttered to himself.It was his habit when he was working, so involved that his whole body and mind were unconsciously involved in it.

After checking the inscription and the miniature magic circle engraved on it, Burgess smiled lightly and shook his head: "It turns out that all of them strengthen the sword body... The only special effect is [Strong Will]. The grade is so high , it all depends on the high level of the combination of inscriptions."

On Alger's body, there is [Magic Immunity] with an effect similar to [Eliminate Magic]. If the combination of the inscription on the weapon and the magic circle are too basic, it is easy to be eliminated by him.

Therefore, even if it is a very common tenacity effect, it must be achieved with a combination of high-level inscriptions.

After identifying the material of the epee, Burgess stuffed another firewood under the burning stove, pulled the bellows twice, picked out several pieces of metal materials, and threw them into the fire one by one.

When the metal material is reddened by the fire, it is taken out with iron clips, forged and fused...

Burgess's physique is not weak, but his smooth and powerful muscle lines are covered by his robes, coupled with his handsome face, people always underestimate his physique.

Although the body and muscles are not as exaggerated as most berserkers, they are still fully capable of supporting a physically demanding forging.

After repairing the sword body, it is time to start redrawing the inscription and the magic circle.The original inscription on the sword has ordinary effects, but the combination is very complicated.But for Burgess, it is not a problem, at most it is just a little troublesome.

"It's too simple." Burgess looked at the repaired epee, considering whether to add some new effects.

In the end, he decided to draw up a few plans first, and then go to Alger to make his own decision.

The combined and arranged inscriptions were activated one by one, and the power flowed in the miniature magic circle.

When the energy gathered from all over and connected together, a wonderful and subtle reaction was transmitted from the magical core of the weapon.

Burgess was slightly startled, and slowly frowned.

This sword... is not quite right.

Put your fingers on the blade, carefully feel the flow of energy, and keep rehearsing and calculating the possibility of the combination of inscriptions in your heart.

In the royal blue eyes, the black pupils suddenly tightened.

Burgess put his sword back into its scabbard and walked away quickly without closing the door.

He wanted to find Alger.

Tell him there is something wrong with this sword.

When the strength of the sword body reaches a certain threshold, the nature of the combination of the inscription and the magic circle will change, becoming a seal, a seal for the user.

This restriction is wrapped in the core of the epee's built-in energy circuit, even if the outer inscription is completely destroyed, it can still take effect at the preset moment.

He didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he was suddenly betrayed by his own weapon and lost all his power during the battle.

Who is going to kill him?Who gave him this dangerous weapon?

A poem of truth.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

How logical the answer is.

This was the weapon assigned to him by the Verse of Truth, with the emblem of the Order on it, apparently cast for their priests.

No, no, the Verse of Truth does not have such a powerful blacksmith.If it's just the inscriptions with toughness effects, it's difficult for ordinary blacksmiths, but it's not impossible.

But if you count the damn effect of the reversal at that critical moment, the situation is completely different.

The footsteps moved again, but not as eagerly as before.

Poetry of Truth does not have such a high-level blacksmith.He can be sure of this.

However, if the poem of truth really loved Alger, why did he give him the task of recasting the holy sword, and asked him to bear the punishment of forging the sword alone.

[Sorry, Mr. Burgess, I have nothing to say on this point. 】

The day he saw the High Priest of the Poetry of Truth, he asked this question, but got no answer.This further increased his dissatisfaction with the poem of truth.

If you tell Alger, will that person believe him, or the poem of truth?

The answer is obvious.

A deep sense of powerlessness suddenly surged out and overwhelmed him.

I don't want to admit it, but it is irrefutable that the Poetry of Truth is the place where Alger was raised and grew up, and it is almost everything about him in the past and now.

But Burgess, to him, was just a...friend he had just met not long ago?acquaintance?

Don't say where Alger's feelings will lean when the evidence is solid. At present, everything is just speculation, and it may also include his own prejudice and selfishness.

After all, should I tell him?

If you tell him, will it affect his opinion of him?After all, no one likes others to slander their relatives and friends.

But if you don't tell him, you may miss a clue that can affect the fate.

Burgess was very conflicted until he saw Alger.

And the girl in his arms.

The girl's back was familiar, with a priest's white robe and long golden hair.

Ah, he looked over.

Burgess' eyes darkened.

Alger was very surprised, he didn't expect to run into Burgess here.

As soon as he came out of the headquarters, he saw Kalia.

The vicar girl had obviously come to see him.On the battlefield just now, the dirty white robe has been changed, and the long-handled warhammer is not in his hand, but there is still a little gray stain on the blond hair, and the sky-like light blue eyes are a little tired.

Seeing him coming out, he took two steps forward, coughed uncomfortably, and asked him to take a step to speak.

He said yes, but his tone was so bad that Alger almost suspected that she was here for a fight.

After confirming again with her eyes that she wasn't carrying any weapons, Alger nodded in agreement.

"Did you do it on purpose last time? Da, Jian, Sheng?!" Kalia lowered her voice and said viciously when she walked to the side where there were few people.

The last time... It should be the time when she proposed a competition.

If it was about losing the game, it was indeed intentional, but since Alger doesn't know how to communicate, he should know that he can't answer that way.So, I had to smile vaguely, trying to get away with it.

But Kalia didn't let him go down this step.

"Why do you let me on purpose?! Look down on me? I don't deserve you to use your real skills to deal with it? You think I am unreasonable and a childish brat, so you just want to be perfunctory and perfunctory?"

After the girl finished speaking in a fiery tone, she paused for a moment, and suddenly began to cry: "You just look down on me, you bully me!"

Tears swirled in the eye sockets, stubbornly refusing to shed them.

Alger panicked, he had never made a girl cry when he grew up.He looked left and right, then awkwardly began to comfort her.

"No, I don't. I respect you from the bottom of my heart. I don't have any thoughts of bullying you. Please don't think about it. It's just... I just want you to be happy."

At the end, Alger suddenly relaxed, with a relieved smile on his face: "I hope you can be a little happier, even if it's just not so sad."

"You... you bastard!"

Kalia cursed with tears in her eyes, and the tears in her eyes suddenly fell uncontrollably. She threw herself into Alger's arms, crying loudly.

"How could you do this! How could you do this? Why did you take the teacher away from me? What did we do wrong?

"We are devout, we follow the teachings of the gods, we fight against evil and defend the continent, what did we do wrong? Why should we be treated like this? How could they be like this..."

Every time the teacher went out, he brought back a gift for her and handed it to her with a smile.

The voice of reciting the scriptures in class every morning, and the kind smile.

When guiding the way forward and clearing the fog, profound teachings.

No more, no more.

The girl's words gradually became ambiguous, with vague meaning and difficult to distinguish logic, she just blindly vented the resentment, sadness and grievance in her heart.

Alger didn't know how to coax her, and didn't know whether he should hug her back, but in the end he just stroked her head lightly and put his arms around her shoulders that were twitching from crying.

Girls have small skeletons—compared to men's, which makes them particularly arousing emotions of pity.

Alger didn't push her away directly, but let her wipe tears and snot on his clothes indiscriminately.

Then he saw Burgess.

A few steps away, not too far, not too close, enough to see what happened here, the other party was holding an epee that he was familiar with in his arms.

He almost thought that that person was about to rush over, but he didn't expect that Burgess didn't say anything, and even his expression didn't change much, he just turned around and left quietly.