Asimelech tried to pick up an iron sword and waved it a few times. A dark force ran down his arm into the iron sword. A second ago the iron sword was bright as new, and a second later it was a useless pile of rust lying around Asimelech's feet.
Asimelech looked so distressed that Arthur and his colleagues, who were watching, laughed.
"Ha ha! Just give up, boss, this is the third one." Ernest was laughing his last breath.
In a few days they had become acquainted with Asimelech and Kanaya; After the day when they had hidden themselves in the woods and watched the duel between Azimelech and Kanaya and Drew and Geshur, they almost adored Azimelech and Kanaya. He shouted at Asimelech, one after another. Kanaya was spared because she was the youngest in the line, and even Euphimia was a few months older than her.
"There is no use in trying, Asimelech, for the Andimehran will not allow you to use any other weapon," said the idle Kanaya, who was packing her meagre luggage with the help of Euphimia. She carried most of her belongings in a dimensional bag anyway, with only a change of clothes, a few sundry items and some loose change in her backpack.
"But I can't summon Andi Mellan every time I fight?" That was the trouble for Asimelech, for it would be too ostentatious to call upon Andimelan every time.
"What did you do?" He looked at Kanaya, who, after all, was as much the master of the sword as he was. Posines, the sword of Water, would not have allowed Kanaya to use any other weapon. How the hell did she deal with it?
"I am a mage." Kanaya answered rightly. In fact, her relationship with Poseines was far less close than that between Asimelech and Andimelan, and Poseines would not have interfered with her if she had used other weapons. Her relationship with Posines was more fitting as a friend than a servant, since it was not through normal means that she got Posines to acknowledge her.
But her answer got everyone's eyes rolling. She's a mage? Ha! She's not a mage!
"My teacher is a mage, and I have been educated by a mage since I was a child." Kanaya explained it weakly. But she was telling the truth.
"Never mind that." Asimelech did not want to discuss the question any further. "How did you solve the problem of Posines?" That's what he wants to know.
"This." Kanaya pulled out the crystal dagger, the summoning object of Poseines, "I use this when I need to use a weapon."
This time Asimelech was really speechless.
Looking at Asimelech's helpless look, Kanaya felt like laughing, really laughing! Forget it. Don't play tricks on him.
"It's actually quite easy to fix." Kanaya's words attracted everyone's attention, "Since no other weapon can be used, then always use the Andhimelan." Once you've summoned Andi Mellan, don't take it back, just keep it with you all the time. When you get to town later, put on a plain scabbard, and make Antimelan restrain himself a little - you cannot control Antimelan completely now, but communicate with him well, and he will obey. It should look just like an ordinary magic sword, and it shouldn't be seen through unless it comes across someone who is particularly sensitive to magical energy."
It seems to be the only way. Asimelech had no choice but to accept it.
Just then, the motorcade stopped. Soon they heard that Uncle Singh seemed to be arguing with someone.
'Is something wrong? Euphimia was worried.
Then Uncle Singh poked his head in and shouted, "Children, get out of the car. Hurry up!" I can tell he's not in a good mood.
What the hell is going on? Several people looked at each other, and no one could understand what had happened.
Kanaya wanted to search through divine thought, but she gave up. A few days ago, she was using it so much that she kept it out of her mind almost from the beginning until the end of the duel. At the time, it did not feel much, but the side effects later showed that as long as she put out the divine thoughts, she would have a headache and could not concentrate at all. Although she has been much better these two days, she still has not fully recovered, so she has to give up the intention of using divine thoughts.
Getting out of the car, they saw that the motorcade had arrived at the city gate of New York City. But there seemed to be something wrong. All the children were taken off the bus, a small group of soldiers were watching them closely, a few mercenaries were gathered on the other side, and Uncle Singh was arguing with a man dressed as a little captain.
Without saying a few words, Uncle Singh angrily stepped aside, a very unconvinced look.
The little captain raised his voice so that everyone could hear him. "The Lord of the city has ordered that from this day on no one is allowed to enter the city carrying weapons!"
As soon as this came out, although the mercenaries were very unhappy, they did not have much reaction, anyway, they had already arrived in Xinnuo City, and they would not enter the city if they did not enter the city, which would not make their commission less than a copper coin, and they did not need to conflict with the soldiers for such things.
Compared with them, the reaction of the children who came to take the entrance exam was quite different, because most of them were going to take the martial arts exam, so almost all of them carried their usual weapons, hoping to do well in the exam. Now to tell them they can't enter the city with weapons is...
Seeing the children's reaction, the little captain also felt that the order was a bit excessive. It was admissions day at the college, and the children who had come to take the exams were mostly armed, and it was a little unreasonable to keep them out of town. But the order was given by the Lord of the city, and he had no choice but to carry it out. Who let these two days there have been assassins, there have been several nobles assassinated in the city: "Well, I won't be too hard for you." The squad sighed. "All you have to do is hand over your weapons and you can go into the city." This is the greatest concession he can make in his power.
Hand over your weapons? As soon as this was said, the children went into chaos. There are those who are at a loss, those who protest loudly, those who discuss fiercely with several people, and those who hold the little captain and beg for mercy pathetically... Two dozen kids in their mid-teens are making a scene bigger than a free market.
Asimelech noticed that all the soldiers had a look of "Here we go again, I can't stand it." It seemed that they were definitely not the first group to be stopped for the entrance exam. He was not worried, for if the dark sword, Andimeran, had not been summoned, no one would have known he was armed: Kanaya, too, looked laid back. She carried a great deal of what could be called weapons, but they were not swords, spears, swords, halberds, but the finished products of alchemy, such as fire Charms, ice Charms, flares, and thunder stones, and they were all well stored in her dimensional bag. As for the only "legitimate weapon" she carries on her body is the crystal stone dagger, the summons of the sword of water Posines. She didn't worry about that, either. She kept the dagger close to her chest, and you wouldn't know it from the outside unless you searched it.
The little captain, annoyed by the children, tried to speak several times, but every time he had not said a few words, he was drowned out by the noise of the children. Uncle Singh also knows that he will not do anything to the children, and is happy to watch. His players looked like they couldn't help.
'Shut up, everybody! The squad growled and roared above the noise of the children.
The startled children, indeed, quieted down as he wished.
"Those who wish to enter the city, leave your weapons here, and you can take them back when you leave the city, or when you are admitted to the academy, your teachers will take them back for you." We will not enter the city unless we hand over our weapons!"
Uncle Singh, who had been standing beside him, came over, and at first he glared at the little captain with dissatisfaction, and then said: "Children, it seems that there is no other way, everyone give me their weapons." He whispered a spell and, through spatial magic, transferred a large box in his car to him. Watching him perform his magic, the members of the City Guard were startled. No wonder, mages are rare in the first place, and Uncle Singh does not wear a mage's robe, nor does he wear a star in a prominent place to signify his sorcerer status, and if he does not perform magic, it is really hard to tell that he is a mage.
Uncle Singh opened the box -- it was supposed to contain food, but now it was empty.
'Arthur, give me your sword!
Reluctantly, Arthur took the two-handed great sword off his back and handed it to Uncle Singer.
"Uncle..." "He pleaded, trying to make a last struggle before handing over his sword.
'Well, Arthur, what kind of look! Uncle Singh took the sword from his hand and put it in the box. "Ernest, your turn."
Ernest reluctantly gave up his two short swords.
Now that someone had taken the lead, the children walked up to Uncle Singh one by one and obediently put their weapons into the box.
"Uncle, this..." Isaiah held the scepter hesitantly.
"Oh, you don't have to hand this in." "Said Uncle Singh.
But the little captain obviously didn't think so, "Well, I think I'd better hand it over..."
Unfortunately, he was interrupted by Uncle Singh.
"The boy is a magical apprentice, not a warrior! Did you know that the power of a magician comes from the spirit, not the body, and that the power of magic is given by God. The magician's weapon is the earth, the water, the breeze, the fire! Can you keep all these things outside the city? Or can you stop the power of the gods from working in the city? Then why don't you put up a sign at the gate saying, 'No Wizards allowed! '?"
The poor little captain was said by Uncle Singh to be stunned, and could not find any words to refute. After all, he knew almost nothing about magic.
"Well, Sir Magician..." After knowing Uncle Singer's sorcerer identity, the team leader's tone became respectful. After all, magicians have a very high status and are highly respected in all countries.
"Well, stop talking, all the weapons are here. I want you to keep it safe." Uncle Singh closed the box. "Can we go in now? Or do we practitioners have to stay outside?"
"No, no. Of course you can go into town, My Lord Magician." The little captain said quickly. He didn't want to offend a magician. That would be unwise.
"Hum! Uncle Singh gave a cold, displeased snort, and then he turned to all the children and called, "Kids, hurry up and get in the car."
Then something happened...
One, probably unwilling to give up his weapon, and insisting on bringing others along with him, pointed to Kanaya and Asimelech and shouted: "Uncle! Why didn't they hand over their weapons?" His voice was loud enough for all to hear and naturally attracted the attention of the City Guard.
'What nonsense are you talking! "Snapped Uncle Singh. He wanted to knock the petty fellow out and stop him from talking.
"I'm not talking nonsense. They both have very good swords." He hadn't seen it with his own eyes, but that's what the whole team said.
Uncle Singh wished he hadn't confused him. Those two swords cannot easily appear in front of people, as Uncle Singh knows very well. The value of the two swords is definitely not measured by money, if some evil people know that the two swords are in these two children, then the lives of these two children will be in danger. Both of these kids are amazing, but they're still young. He had not forgotten the duel a few days earlier, and although he did not know much about martial arts, he could see that although the two sides were able to draw in the end, the two children largely depended on seamless cooperation and the power of the sword.
Uncle Singh put the heart of a cross, determined not to admit, deny to the end, anyway, now neither of the two people have summoned the holy sword, in order to prevent the petty guy from talking again, Uncle Singh a "sleep" sent him to the Duke of Zhou, and then he calmly prepared to accept the interrogation of the city Guard squad commander, Kanaya and Asimirah were calm, Put on a very innocent look at the small captain of the city Guard, there is no sign of guilt.
The captain of the garrison looked up and down at Asimelech and Kanaya. He looked left and right and saw no sign that the boys were armed. Both men had empty hands, and there was no place on their bodies where they could hide two swords. But being careful, he said to Uncle Singh, "Master Magician, my men need to search the car." If they didn't have it on them, they probably left it in the car.
"Go ahead." Uncle Singh shrugged with indifference, the two holy swords were not in the car anyway, "but please don't go through my things." Aych! Children talk nonsense, you believe, really..." Uncle Singh started nagging again.
Of course, the Citadel didn't find any weapons. Just as the little captain was about to find a step down, the sound of fighting came from the other side.
'What's the matter? The captain rushed over.
However, before he had taken two steps, there were several wind blades oncoming, and he had no time to avoid them, and was hit by the wind blades. Fortunately, the person who fired the wind blade did not mean to hurt anyone, he was only cut his clothes and suffered a small flesh wound.
Originally, because Uncle Singh's convoy was relatively large and there were mercenaries, he brought five people to check, and the rest of the team stayed in place and continued to check other passers-by. Now, he saw at least three people knocked to the ground.
"Who are you? Dare to make trouble in New York City?" Small captain while commanding the city guards surrounded up, while drinking asked.
Surrounded was a girl of eleven or twelve years of age, dressed in emerald green robes, with bright red curls, riding on a tall black horse, with a short sword hanging from her waist, a bridle in one hand, and a riding whip in the other, which at every stroke was accompanied by a windblade.
"Am I making trouble?" "Said the girl, pointing to her nose and blinking innocently," Are you mistaken? It was they who first attacked me, a poor, innocent, weak, pretty girl!"
A tender, pretty girl? What a hell! She takes out three city guards in one laugh, and she calls herself weak? !
That's what all the Citadel players have in mind.
"Get out of the way and stay out of Miss Ben's way. The lady is going to town!" In a twinkling of an eye, the girl showed her true nature.
"I'm sorry, but the Lord has ordered that no one is allowed to enter the city with weapons!" The small captain of the city guard said in a formal manner.
"That's your business, and this lady is going to town with her sword, so what do you care?" Get out of the way if you don't want to get hurt!" The young girl is ready to force her way.
"Bow team ready!" "Cried the little captain of the City Guard.
The people on the wall had already noticed the commotion at the gate, and heard the shouts of the captain of the garrison, and the archers immediately pointed their bows at the maiden on horseback.
Just then, a cry came from a distance.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
A luxurious carriage and a large number of mounted guards were speeding towards the gate.
In a moment, laden with a great deal of dust, the carriage stopped in front of the city Guard.
'It's Duke Barrett's carriage! A eagle-eyed member of the team recognized the family crest on the carriage door as belonging to the Barrett family.
The Barretts are the first family in the Duchy of Law. This is definitely a person who can not afford to offend! It is important to know that one of the three marshals of the Duchy of Xiu Law is the Barrett family, not to mention the large number of Barrett family members among the civil and military officials in the court, and the most important thing is that the city of Sinnol is the territory of the Duchy of Xiu Law.
The door of the carriage opened, and an old man over sixty years old stepped down from the carriage. Judging from the dress, the old man should be a housekeeper.
The old man stepped out of the carriage, ignoring the respectful guards, and went straight to the wicked maiden's horse.
"The third lady! You have to spare me this old bone! You rode away without even saying hello, without taking your guards with you, if something happened to you, how can I tell your master?" He looked nervously at the young girl on horseback, fearing that a young lady who did not pay attention to this lively lady would run away without a trace.
When the guards heard that the young girl they had just stopped was a lady from Duke Barrett's family, they suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. God knows what this wicked lady would do to them! Although the people on the wall could not hear the following dialogue, they could guess that it was almost certain that the captain of the archers immediately ordered his men to put away their bows.
But it seems the young lady ignored their plans.
"I see." The lady waved her hand impatiently. "It is very stuffy to sit in the carriage, I only came out for a breath. You're too fussy, chief steward. This is New York City. Where am I supposed to go? Has the Yerba Buena Academy changed places?"
"Now, third lady, please go back to the carriage. We should have visited the Lord first." The director also knew that the young lady was not interested in such a political visit.
Sure enough, the young lady suddenly became listless. But she got off the horse and got back into the carriage. As the carriage passed through the city gate, the young lady suddenly put her head out and said to the small captain of the city Guard who was standing respectfully by the roadside: "This young lady will not be difficult for you, and this sword will be given to you. Oh, this lady is a mage, the sword is useless, you must make good use of it!"
The dagger that had been wearing on the lady's waist was thrown out of the window, and was thrown impartially into the arms of the captain of the City Guard, who quickly reached out to catch it.
When the carriage and the brigade of guards had gone away, he looked at the sword in his hand. It was a short sword, richly decorated, with a rose gauntlet, and apparently intended for a girl. Slowly pulling out the dagger, he stared intently at the blade as blue as a pool of autumn water. What a good sword! He could not help but be puzzled. Why did the lady give him the sword?
Although it did not go well, Uncle Singh and his party still entered the New York City before noon. Because the weapons had been collected, everyone was not in a good mood, and there was not much talk along the way. In this dreary atmosphere, everyone went to the hotel which Uncle Singh had booked early in the morning.
The environment of the hotel is not good, but in such a college enrollment month, all the hotels are full, can find a place to stay should be smirked, Uncle Singh arranged for all the room - it is easy, he only booked two large rooms, one for boys, one for girls, easy to arrange. He did not live here himself, and a hotel like this, which was close to the Guild of Magicians, would probably have rooms that the Guild had long reserved. Uncle Singh was going to register at the Guild of Magicians first, and he missed its luxurious lounge. This is where resident Guild wizards spend the most time outside of their own LABS. In fact, some of the magicians were happy to stay there all day, enjoying the generous stipends that the court gave them.
What Uncle Singh misses is the fine wine provided by the royal family, and the fine food, the delicious snacks, and the wizards are definitely a group of people who know how to enjoy. As far as he's concerned, it's nice to enjoy himself once in a while. Uncle Singh decided to spend the whole afternoon at the Guild of Magicians, taking the children to register for their exams was tomorrow anyway.
Made up his mind, Uncle Singh repeatedly told not to run away, the best not to go out. Then he went to the Guild of Magicians to spend the afternoon at leisure.
Since Uncle Singh had ordered that it was best not to go out, and everyone was not in a good mood, naturally there was no intention of going out. After lunch, most of them went back to their rooms to play chess and chat with Zhou Gong. There were always exceptions, of course, and after lunch Arthur, who was too energetic and a little simple-minded, took a few of the men out for a stroll, ostensibly to help Asimelech find a sheath to match the dark sword, Andimelam. It is only natural that Asimelech, the master of the dark sword Andimelam, was among those whom he dragged out, and that Kanaya was forced out by Asimelech.
A line of people walking in the street, probably because of the assassins these days, the street patrol of the city Guard members are particularly many. Of course, because it is the water moon, there are many people in the street. People from all over the country came to take the entrance exam, filled the streets of Xinnuo City.
"It is truly the college city of the Water Moon!" Looking at the crowds on the street, Kanaya exclaimed. However, she was really not interested in the loitering among so many people.
"College City?" Arthur is puzzled. Isn't this New York City?
Seeing Arthur's reaction, Isaiah and his team made a "I can't stand you" look.
"Arthur, New York is also known as College City. Did you listen to Uncle Singh when he gave the basic lessons?"
Arthur's face went red at Isaiah's words. He skipped most of the basic lessons that Uncle Singh gave them.
"New Nuo City is most famous for its many colleges, including not only the Yerba Buena Magic Academy, one of the ten oldest colleges in the Azure Continent, but also the famous Hermel Business School, Leilisha Music Etiquette School, and Pansetar Alchemy School. As for some other less well-known small colleges more. It also has one of the largest libraries in the eastern part of the mainland, the Great Library of Biranga." Isaiah tried to instill some knowledge into Arthur's simple mind.
"There must be two more famous colleges? I think it was the Victory Military Academy and the Graduate School of Law and Theology." The old men had filled his head with useful and useless knowledge, but Asimelech now doubted whether this knowledge was really useful.
"The Victory Military Academy admits only noble students, who must also be active soldiers, and the Academy of Jurisprudence and Theology admits only those who are officially registered in the temples of the gods or priests." After a few days of contact, Kanaya also found that Asimelech's knowledge was indeed rich enough, but it was not mentioned in daily knowledge. So she seized almost every opportunity to teach Asimelech knowledge.
"Where are we going now?" Ernest asked a rather practical question. "To the weapons store, of course." Arthur answered very quickly.
"Then do you know where the arms shop is?" Earnest continued.
"Of course not." This kind of words he can actually say, "Just ask someone!"
"Don't ask anyone. I know where the Shop Street is." Kanaya did not intend to wander through so many people, she had been in the city more than a hundred years ago, and thought that the location of the shop street should not change.
Led by Kanaya, the party walked through the rolling crowd and finally came to the shop street, where Kanaya found with a headache that there were more people than anywhere else.
"There's a weapons shop over there." Euphimia noticed with sharp eyes.
"Yes! Target weapons store! Let's go!" 'shouted Arthur. His loud voice drew sidewalks. Isaiah, who stood around him, all of them took a step back involuntarily, all of them with a look of "I don't know him."
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It was a small shop, and there were only some very ordinary weapons on the display shelf. Behind the counter sat an old man who was dozing. It seemed that the old man was asleep, and even they did not know that they had entered the shop.
"Boss! We're going to buy something!"
Arthur's loud voice roused the old man from his sleep. The old man rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned and said, "Welcome. Please show me the permit of the City Guard. By the Lord's orders, I cannot sell you any weapons without a permit." Then the old man showed a look of "I know you don't have a permit, don't disturb my sleep, go out quickly."
Euphimia smiled sweetly: "Grandpa, we don't buy weapons, we buy scabbard."
"Scabbard?" Oh, this one does not require a permit. Since there is a business door, the old man somewhat refreshed, "What kind of scabbard do you want?"
"This..." Euphimiah looked at Asimelech. The sword was his, and of course it was his decision.
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's strong." Asimelech didn't care what the scabbard looked like.
He didn't care, but someone was there to help him.
"If you can, please bring me something of an easily binding material, preferably one with mithril encased in bipedal pterosaur skin or mixed with magic stone powder."
The old man narrowed his eyes at Kanaya and said, "Please don't make fun of this young lady, how can a small shop like mine have valuable things!" I'm kidding. Either mithril or a powder of magic stone are advanced materials for making weapons, and there are not many weapons made of these materials, let alone scabbard made of these things.
Kanaya, of course, knew that such a small shop would not carry such things, and she continued: "Boss, your shop is a front shop back factory?" The old man nodded. Yes, most of what he sells here is made in his own workshop.
"So can I order what I just said here?"
Before the old man answered, an old dwarf came out of the door behind him.
"Of course, but you have to prepare the materials yourself."
"The materials are fine! But I'm in a hurry, and I hope you can finish it soon." The craftsmanship of dwarves is too good to say, but Kanaya is also very clear about the habits of dwarves, always in the pursuit of perfect craft dwarves, the time used to complete a satisfactory work is really...
"Yes! Tell me what you want, and I'll give you a list of materials. But you must give me the materials before dark, or we shall not talk." Looks like he's trying to mess with Kanaya.
"Alloy sheath to seats tower, and I want to add two magic crystal powder. Don't tell me you can't do it, but only dwarves know the recipe for Shita alloy and the multiple compounding of magic stone powder. But the scabbard's appearance should be as simple and plain as possible."
Hearing Kanaya's request, the old man nearly fainted from fear. Although the old dwarves were frightened, Isaiah and the others did not respond. What shita alloy, what multiple adding technology, to them is just like listening to the sky. Although Asimelech knew what the shita alloy and the multiple addition technique referred to, his poor common sense led him to think that it was nothing new.
"Little boy, even if the king wanted to make a sword, he would not have dared to ask for it, but you..." The dwarves were astonished at Kanaya's demands.
After listening to what the old dwarves said, Isaiah, they also understood what kind of demands Kanaya made! What a king would not dare to ask...
Kanaya is still a calm expression, does not think that his request is too much, "I have said the request, the list of materials to me."
'Wait a minute! The old Dwarf began to walk round and round. "I'll give you the list at once, but first I want to see the sword." He wanted to see what kind of sword was worthy of such an expensive scabbard.
"This..." Kanaya gave a look to Asimelech, asking for his opinion, since the sword was his.
"It's not convenient here, can we go somewhere else?" Asimelech also knew that the dark sword of Andimelan was too shocking, and that the bustling storefront was not the right place to summon Andimelan.
"Come with me." The old dwarf led them to the blacksmith's workshop behind the shop, and threw out the two workers in the workshop, and even the old man who owned the shop locked the door and ran to the back to watch the excitement.
"May I take out my sword now?"
A glance was exchanged with Kanaya, who threw six crystal cloths over the barrier to prevent the dark breath of Asimelech summoning the sword from causing unnecessary trouble.
Asimelech took a breath and cried out, "From the darkness! Return to the darkness! Andi Mellan, come into my hands!"
Once again the power of darkness gathered in Asimelech's hand, and a long sword as black as midnight appeared in his hand.
"The dark sword, Andimelan!" 'cried the old Dwarf.
"I don't see anything, do I? The old Dwarf tugged at his beard and rubbed his eyes. "Is this really the dark sword of Andimehran? ! By the gods, I have actually seen one of the six perfect swords!"
Asimelech knew that the Sword of Darkness, Andimelan, was something of a shock, but he never expected the old dwarf to be so excited.
"May I have a closer look?" The old dwarf could not contain his excitement and his voice trembled a little.
Asimelech was not a petty man, for the summoning of the dark sword, Andimelan, was in his body anyway, and no one could take away the physical body of the summoning sword, so he turned the blade so magnanimously that he handed it to the old dwarf by the hilt.
The old Dwarf rubbed his hands excitedly over his clothes and held out his hand to take the sword and admire it. Unexpectedly, Kanaya, who was standing beside him, gave him a sharp pat on the hand he had just extended, and without waiting for the old dwarf to lose his temper, Kanaya said, "The dark sword has confessed to the Lord."
"The sword of the Lord is not allowed to be touched by outsiders, and if it is in the possession of someone other than the master, their reaction is mostly violent; Well, it's not so bad, it's just a chill - not so bad, it turns a man into an ice sculpture, or the forces of darkness bite him back - or it makes him lifeless, or..."
At her words, the old dwarf, who had been staring, immediately withdrew his hand.
"The dark sword confesses its Lord? " The old dwarf opened his mouth wildly, as if he had heard something most incredible.
The first reaction of the Dwarves when they heard the news of the confession of the dark sword, Antimelan, was: Impossible! No way! The second reaction is: No way!
"What race are you from?" Looking at Asimelech from side to side, he saw nothing that was different from the Terrans. But now the old dwarf was not sure whether the boy was pure human, after all, he was the master of the Dark Sword. As far as he knew, the long-lost Dark Sword Andimelan had not recognized a pure-blood human as master since the War of the Gods, and the dark Sword Andimelan was notoriously critical of its masters among the six, and it had never recognized more than five masters since the War of the Gods. Then again, since the War of the Gods, not one of the masters of the dark sword of Anddimeran has had a good death, all of them young and terrible. That's why the dark sword of Andimeran has another name - the Sword of Doom!
What kind? The dwarven's question puzzled Asimelech, but he answered meekly, "Human."
"Pure blood human?" The old dwarf went on. "Probably." And Asimelech answered with no confidence. He's never met his parents, and those old guys never told him who he was, so how does he know if he's pure. But he doesn't seem to have any other racial characteristics, so he's pure human, right?
When the old dwarf seemed to ask again, Asimelech was a little impatient, "Which race I am has nothing to do with the scabbard I made here?"
At this point, even the old dwarf was too curious to ask any further questions.
"Hold your sword flat so I can have a good look at it." Although he wanted to touch the sword himself, for the sake of his life, he had better not, he had better watch from a distance.
Asimelech obediently raised his sword so that the old dwarf could look up and down at the dark sword, Andimelan.
It was only after a long time that the old dwarf turned his eyes, contentedly and reluctantly, away from the dark sword of Andimeran.
"Masterpiece! What a masterpiece! It's the perfect sword!" He sighed as he scribbled something quickly on a piece of paper.
"Here, here are the required materials. Remember to get it ready before dark." The old dwarf handed the written parchment to Kanaya.
Unrolling the parchment, Kanaya glanced at the required material. Well, not too far from what she expected. When Asimelech took back the sword, she also put away the boundary.
"Let's go." Kanaya rolled up the parchment and said to Asimelech.
"Where to?" Of course it was not Asimelech who asked this question, it was Isaiah who asked it.
Shaking the parchment in his hand, Kanaya said, "To buy materials."
After they had left, the old man in the arms shop looked at the dwarf and asked thoughtfully, "Takolin, are you really going to do it yourself this time? You haven't built anything in a long time."
"Oh, yes! The opportunity to build a sheath for the dark sword, Andimelan, is a rare one. Besides, the little girl made a request that would appeal to any dwarf. Using shita alloy and adding magic stone powder many times, to create a masterpiece like this is the pride of a dwarf's life!" Old Dwarf Tacolin rubbed his hands in excitement.
"Do you really believe that little girl can get her materials together before dark?" The old man did not believe it at all, he did not know how difficult it was to find those materials, let alone before dark, even a month or two may not be able to get together, and the price is ridiculously expensive.
The old dwarf scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "I was just trying to trouble the little doll with the big breath, but who knows she actually agreed." It doesn't matter, even if they come later." In other words, it's the scabbard he's going to make!
The men who had left the shop limped after Kanaya into an alley where the crowds had noticeably decreased and the number of unfriendly faces around them had begun to increase.
"Where are we going?" "Whispered Euphimia, hiding behind Kanaya. The place made her feel uneasy.
"The underground exchange."
"Black market?" Asimelech had heard the old men say that in many big cities there was a black market called the underground exchange, where nothing could not be found, and of course the price was very expensive. But the people who come to these places to buy things, most of the things they want cannot be obtained through normal channels, so most of them do not care about the price.
"Isn't that necessary? Wouldn't it be good to go to a regular mining exchange?" Although Asimelech did not see the list, he probably guessed that it was nothing more than minerals. These things can be bought on the regular mineral exchange, why go to the black market?
"It is too late to go to the formal mineral exchange, just mithril needs to order half a month in advance, and Nolan ore is a controlled item, only official alchemists, with a license can buy." As for money, Kanaya did not care, and the wealth accumulated in the black tower, whether it had belonged to Ingrid Lunales or Zorra, was now hers, was sufficient for her extravagance.
At a grocery store, Kanaya tapped on the counter to alert the lethargic-looking man that someone was coming.
"Help yourself to what you want." He yawned, the man said impatiently.
"There's nothing here for me. I'm going to the back." Kanaya made it very clear that she wasn't going to waste time with this guy. To be honest, she had come to try her luck, and she did not know whether, after more than 100 years, this was still a reception point for the underground exchange. But it didn't matter, anyway, she knew several such reception points, so she had to try one by one.
Kanaya's words left the sleepy expression on the man's face. The man looked at the Kanaya party, and it was clear that these ordinary children in ordinary clothes were not convincing.
"Go on, children, go away and play. Don't come here and make trouble."
"I said, I'm going to the back." Kanaya took out a magic coin and waved it in front of his buddy's eyes. Over 1,800 years of experience as a human being, she knew all too well how to deal with such people.
Seeing the magic coin, the man's face immediately filled with smiles.
"Ladies and young masters, this way please!" He nodded and humped the Kanaya party into the back of the grocery store.
There were some boxes piled up in the back room, and a man was dozing idly on the sofa. I saw my buddy move a large table, and under the table there was a directional magic array. Those dozing on the couch rubbed their eyes, gestured for the Kanayas to enter the magic circle, and began pouring magic into the circle. This directional teleportation requires very little magic.
"Take it." Before the magic circle started, Kanaya flicked the magic coin out of his hand.
"Thank you." The boy smiled and caught the flying magic coin, but then let go, let the magic coin fall to the ground, desperately shaking the hand that had just received the magic coin, a look of pain.
Looking at him, not only Kanaya, who had manipulated the crystal coins, laughed, but also Arthur and all of them, and even Asimelech smiled.
Stepping out at the other end of the circle, here was a wide room, a dozen or so directional teleportation circles carved in a row. As soon as they emerged from the magic circle, a gorgeously dressed waitress greeted them.
"Welcome to the underground Exchange. What do you gentlemen and ladies want?"
"The ore. I want it in three hours." Kanaya was too lazy to talk to her. She's a receptionist anyway, not the one who actually runs the deal.
"This way, gentlemen and ladies, please."
They were led by a waitress to a luxurious lounge with a set of sofas in a semicircle in the middle of the room, in front of which drinks and refreshments were placed on a coffee table.
"Please rest for a while, the deacon will be with you shortly." Ring me if you need anything." With a bow, the waitress gently took the door and left the room.
When they had all sat down, Arthur and all of them looked at Kanaya and made it clear that they had a lot of questions. Asimelech's expression, though not as pronounced as theirs, showed the same meaning. "I've been to this city before." That's true, but she was in a past life.
Arthur and they both looked relieved, but Asimelech was different, and his doubts deepened.
Kanaya felt his doubts at the same time. She patted Asimelech's hand gently and said in a voice only two of them could hear, "You will understand later."
Yes, he will understand later, when he awakens...
Just as Arthur and his party were beginning to get bored, a middle-aged man with two attendants opened the door and came in.
"Hello, I am your deacon on this transaction." The deacon sat down opposite Kanaya, took out a pen and paper and asked, "I wonder what ores you need?"
"Basalt iron, mithril, refined gold, Noland ore..." Kanaya called out a list of names. "Here's the list. I want it in stock within three hours." She handed the deacon the list the dwarf had written for her.
"The basalt iron and mithril can be picked up immediately, the Noland ore can also be transferred immediately, the fine gold and asterite you may have to wait, the first class magic crystal, or the dark system, this..." Deacons are in a bit of a dilemma, first class magic stones are rare, but they are not absent here, but the dark system is very difficult to do. There are fewer dark wizards in the first place, plus they are ostracized, so they are even less visible. The dark system of magic stone is something that can not be sought, let alone a grade.
"Don't worry about the magic stone, I don't need it." She has a lot in her dimensional bag, "other metals and ores I want to get in stock within three hours."
"Sure, but there's an extra ten percent on the price."
"Yes." Kanaya has no interest in bargaining.
When the deacon heard this, he immediately ordered one of his men to take care of the goods that Canaya had requested.
"By the way, I have something to sell." She may not have enough cash on her at 10%, but she knows exactly how dirty the underground exchange is.
"I wonder what the lady is selling?" The deacon still has that professional smile.
"A little bauble." One by one, Kanaya pulled out three items from the dimensional bag and placed them on the coffee table.
The deacon picked up one of them and was able to achieve the position of deacon, his appraisal ability was absolutely not low, and general things did not need special appraisers to sell, he could complete the appraisal work. But now... He glanced at the things on the table, and it was better to call in an expert.
"Go, get the chief inspector of Kings."
"Yes." The attendant left the lounge at once.
Fiddling with what he was holding, the deacon began to guess the identity of the little girl in front of him. This little bone ring in his hand, if he was not mistaken, belonged to a necromancer. The other two are supposed to be alchemy products, and one looks very much like the forbidden object, the light-eating stone. However, the stone was banned by the Alchemy Society long ago, and its formula has been lost for a long time. Another dark thing, presumably not the above-board thing.
Prohibited devices and drugs: Certain devices and drugs that are prohibited by the alchemy society for research or manufacture because their effects or processes are considered questionable or unethical are called prohibited devices or drugs. Alchemists who manufacture prohibited devices or drugs can have their licenses revoked and, in serious cases, be sentenced to prison.
This child is actually a shot are some prohibited things, necromancer props, forbidden objects, this child in the end what is the identity? He just couldn't figure it out. But he could not ask, for it had always been an iron rule of the underground exchange not to ask where the guests came from or where things came from, and he had no intention of testing the law.
"Chief Inspector Jinks is here."
His attendant opened the door, and in came an old man in his seventies or eighties, with a few thin white beards and a white robe that looked like it had not been washed for months and had turned gray.
Seeing what was in the deacon's hand, the old man, who had been listless, suddenly came to his spirit, and he grabbed the bone ring in the deacon's hand.
"The ring of the bone! The old man looked at the bone ring excitedly, "It is really a bone eating ring! One, two, three, four..." The old man counted the nicks in the bone ring. "Good heavens! Five nicks! Five full nicks!"
"Is it great?" Arthur looked at the excited old man. He could not understand how a notch in a bone ring could merit such excitement.
'Nonsense! The old man gave him a look of exasperation, "This is the bone erosion ring, each notch on the bone ring represents the soul of a level five or more warcraft, from the depth of these nicks, there should be two level seven warcraft, three level six warcraft."
"Level Seven?" Asimelech, who often fought with monsters, knew exactly what Level seven was. He once met a Level six Chimera, when he only had to run for his life, and finally relied on the old guys to save him. That was a year ago, but even now, even with the power of the dark sword, Andi Mellan, he has little chance against Level Six.
"Chief Inspector Jinks, please make an estimate." The deacon is more concerned about the value of the ring. Although he was already well aware that the value of this bone ring was probably a terrible astronomical figure.
"The Ring of Bones can turn the soul of Warcraft into the Necromancer's soul, and if you exchange it with the Necromancer, you will exchange it with you if you want a gold mountain." But to the average person it's worthless, so I can't put a price on it." Old man Jinks smiled and said, "Take it to the underground auction house, or ask the owner to contact the Necromancer."
"Then look at these two things." The deacon handed the other two things from the coffee table to Old Man Jinks. How to deal with this bone erosion ring, he left it to the boss to decide, I hope the other two things are not so difficult to deal with.
"This is a light stone, the process is very detailed, and it is brand new, and it can be bought at the price of 1,500 or 2,000 magic coins." Apparently not interested in eating stone old man.
"This..." The old man looked at the dark object again and again. It was small, about the size of a gold coin, with a rough surface and little weight, and only a very light fragrance. "This..." Looks like the old man was stumped.
"This is..." Kanaya said the next few words in a very low voice, almost just a lip movement. Except for Asimelech at her side, perhaps only old Jinx, who was watching her closely, understood what she was saying.
Old Man Jinks was very excited. He clutched the black thing tightly. "Is it true?" he asked. The old man wondered if he had guessed the meaning of Kanaya wrong.
Kanaya nodded, "It's what you think, it's useless to us, but it's useful to you."
"Sell it to me!" The old man said without hesitation.
"Sorry to interrupt. What are you talking about?" The deacon noticed that the more he listened, the more confused he became. He wasn't the only one who felt that way. Arthur was one of them, too.
"You don't have to understand, it won't do you any good." The old man waved his hand impatiently and no longer answered the deacon, but waited nervously for Kanaya's answer.
Not much can be done with a boring deacon. He's not in a position to question old Man Jinks.
"Yes, can you afford it?" Kanaya took a sip of the herb tea and spoke slowly. The price of the stone alone is enough to pay for the metal and the ore. She won't sell the Ring if the price isn't right. As for this thing, she had not expected to make money on it, she had planned to send personal affection if someone knew the goods, and no one knew the goods.
"How much do you want? I'll lose everything!" Old Man Jinks is cruel, he is alone anyway, what is so terrible? He makes a good salary as chief appraiser in the underground exchange, is he still afraid of starvation?
Listening to old Man Jinks, the deacon was quite frightened. Break the bank? ! What the hell is this thing? To make old man Jinx so determined to win!
With a quick wink to his valet, he told him to hurry and fetch the boss.
Arthur was also frightened, and Arthur, who was drinking juice idly, squirted out his mouth full of juice. Break the bank? That's too much!
"Oh, don't be so dramatic. I don't have anything I want right now. When I have something I want, if you just give it to me, if you don't have it, help me find it."
"As long as I can!" That's a very sly thing to say in a man of his age. Within your power? To make excuses for the future, what an old fox!
"Then it's settled." And Kanaya wasn't interested in dealing with him.
After making sure that the things were hers, Jinks was so happy that she rushed off without even saying hello. I can't believe he can run so fast at his age!
The rest of the time was a little boring, and Kanaya was so indifferent to the deacon's reply that he finally closed his eyes and ignored him. Asimelech's face was cold, and the words "don't bother me" were clearly written on his face. As for Arthur and his group, they had cleared all the refreshments on the coffee table. When Arthur and others looked as if they still wanted to eat, the deacon rang the bell for the waitress and brought more refreshments and sweets. They were still little children, after all, and they were happy enough for a long time with delicious sweets and pastries, not in the mood for anything else.
"It's been almost three hours." Kanaya, who had been closing his eyes to rest, broke the silence, "Where is what I want?"
"Just a moment, please. It will be ready soon." That's all the deacon can say.
But the deacon was immediately relieved, for at this moment the door was opened, and in came two attendants carrying a chest. He was followed in by a middle aged man of about fifty, not very tall, but of strong build, with a sword at his waist. Judging from the way he walks, he has a fairly solid foundation in martial arts.
"I'm sorry to have kept our guest waiting." The middle-aged man had a good-natured smile on his face.
"Boss." The deacon made a respectful salute.
It seems that the middle-aged man is the owner of the underground exchange.
"It hasn't been long. Have you got what I want?" Kanaya's attitude did not change at all because he was the owner of the underground exchange.
"Of course, it's all here. Let the lady have a look." The owner of the underground exchange made a sign, and two attendants carried the chest up to Kanaya and opened the lid for him to see.
Just a brief glance, Kanaya did not look closely. This kind of underground exchange is very reputable, generally there will be no shoddy things happen, so Kanaya is very relieved.
"Good, how much is it?"
"Let it be my gift to my lady. Let me introduce myself. I'm Willam Tedder, the owner of this underground exchange. I'd like to make friends with my lady." Then he graciously gave Kanaya a standard noble salute.
His behavior surprised Mr. Deacon. What's wrong with the boss today? And who is this little girl? Mr. Deacon was full of questions.
Since the other person had performed the ritual, Kanaya had to give him the same standard ritual in return.
"No need, no reward without merit. I appreciate Mr. Ted's kindness." Kanaya politely refused his offer. Who knows what this guy's up to?
"Mademoiselle is too much of an outsider. Aye? Is the lady not even willing to tell me her name?"
"Kanaya Lunales." Kanaya said without delay, "Please tell me what is the matter, and do not beat about the bush. My companions and I are in a hurry."
"Since Mademoiselle Lunales is so forthcoming, I shall tell you that it is about the bone-eating ring that Mademoiselle is selling." His family's been in the underground stock exchange for generations, and he's got a lot of experience, so he knows how troublesome things like Bone erosion rings can be. But equally, the profit that this bone-eating ring might bring him, he found it hard to give up. He knows a necromancer, and not just a Necromancer, and if he sells this to the Temple of the Dead... He seems to have seen countless magic coins beckoning to him.
"Isn't it the doctrine of the Underground Exchange not to ask where things came from?" Kanaya fiddles with the ring of bone erosion. Of course she knew what Ted was worried about. The Necromancer is the most difficult of all.
Hearing Kanaya's answer, Ted had to take a second look at the little girl. She is by no means as innocent as her appearance suggests.
"In that case, I'm afraid I won't be able to acquire the Ring of Bone Erosion. Miss Lunales should know the trouble it could bring."
"It doesn't matter." Kanaya shrugged his shoulders and threw the bone erosion ring back into the dimensional bag, "I don't necessarily have to sell it, but I'm quite satisfied with the valuation you gave me for the stone." After deducting the money for the metal and ore, please exchange the remaining money for two money notes for me."
Watching Kanaya put the Ring of the Bone into the dimensional bag, Ted felt as if he had seen countless crystal coins sprout wings from his hands and fly away. Of course, he would not show it on his face, and his face was still the same kind of smile.
"Didn't you hear Mademoiselle Lunales?" Ted turned to the deacon and said, "Give the lady the money at once. As for metals and minerals, since the lady refused to accept my gift, I will give the lady a 20% discount. Please do not refuse, and I hope to see you again."
"Thank you very much. If there are no major accidents, there will be more trouble with Mr. Ted later."
"No, if the lady needs anything, just ask. If Mademoiselle Lunales has nothing else to do, I shall be leaving."
"Mr. Ted, may the blessings of the gods be with you." Kanaya showed impeccable etiquette.
"And may the blessings of the gods be with you, Miss Lunales." Ted left the lounge with his entourage.
The efficiency of the operation was remarkable, and in a few minutes two bills of one hundred magic-crystal coins were handed into Kanaya's hands.
"I wonder where Mademoiselle Lunales is staying? I'll have it sent to the lady." "Asked the deacon.
"Please take it to the Earth Arms Store on Shop Street."
Leaving the underground exchange, Isaiah asked curiously, "What was it that old man wanted so much?"
Arthur's ears were pricked up to hear the answer. They too were curious. Even Asimelech, who was usually expressionless, showed curiosity, though his emotions were more restrained than those of Arthur and his friends.
"It is a forbidden drug of alchemy called balsam. It's no use to you."
"Useless?" Arthur's head was full of question marks. If not, why is the old man so agitated?
It was Asimelech, not Kanaya, who gave him the answer to his question.
"The incense of rejuvenation and sandalwood burning together can make people's age go back ten years, that is, restore youth." But it can only be used once in a lifetime, which is why it's not much use to you, unless you're going back to when you were two or three years old."
All four shook their heads at Asimelech's words. They have no intention of this, they are now looking forward to the age of growing up, do not want to go back to two or three years old.
It was nearly dusk when the Canaans again came to the Earth Arms Shop in Shop Street. When they entered the store door, they saw the old dwarf Taco Lin waiting for them in the store.
"Who are you people?" The old dwarf sat on the chest with the metal and ore in it. Looks like the delivery guy's feet are a lot faster than they are. "It's amazing to get these high quality ores in such a short time!"
"Bought from an underground exchange." Ernest was kind enough to answer the dwarf's question. To tell the truth, he now knows how rich Kanaya is, and she bought something worth more than a thousand magic coins without hesitation! One hundred magic coins she can give away! The average worker earns only eight or nine gold coins a month, enough to support a family of three for a month. Ernest's family runs a small hotel, is already considered to be middle class, his family a month's living expenses are not more than a hundred gold coins, converted into only ten magic coins.
"Underground exchange?" The dwarf gasped. No wonder! But that's the black market, where things are not ordinary expensive, it seems that this little doll is really rich.
"I have all the materials. When can I get the scabbard?" It's getting late. If you don't go back soon, you'll be nagged by Uncle Singh. Kanaya had already had enough of Uncle Singh's nagging, and it was more painful than having her fight with Asimelech!
The old dwarf smiled slyly. "Little boy, who says we have all the materials? Where is the magic stone?" Oh, even the underground exchange is difficult to get dark magic stone, let alone a grade.
Too bad he didn't laugh for long.
From the dimensional bag, Kanaya pulled out a black magic stone about the size of an egg and placed it in front of the old dwarf.
"Dark magic stone? ! First grade? " The old Dwarf began to wonder if he was blind. The egg-sized magic stone in front of him is really a first-grade dark magic stone?
"When can I get my scabbard?" Kanaya asked again.
"A month." "Said the old Dwarf absentmindedly as he carefully collected the stone and counted the metal and ore in the box.
"I'll come back in a month."
On the way back, Ernest kept pegging Kanaya, his invidious look, so that Euphimia could not help but kick him, and Asimelech felt that he was an eyesore.
Kanaya was so annoyed by him that he could not bear it anymore. "What do you want?"
"Well, well, can you lend me some change?" 'said Ernest, rubbing his hands together and grinning. According to the extent of Kanaya's generous hand, a little change could be a dozen magic coins. Well, he has no intention of paying it back.
'Arthur slapped Ernest on the head.' You've lost sight of money! Such a thing can be said!" Isaiah and Euphimia nodded with sympathy. They had at least grown up with Ernest and understood his greed for money, but they had not expected him to say such things.
At his words, Kanaya had no strength to be angry. It's really How cheeky!
But for the sake of their own ears, Kanaya still took out a magic coin. Ernest's eyes sparkled as he watched the magic coin glow purple in the setting sun.
"Let's play a game." Kanaya wasn't about to give him his money for nothing.
"Yes! Yes!" Ernest had only purple magic coins left in his eyes.
"You guess the two sides of the coin. If you're right, here you go. If you're wrong, you're not allowed to speak until the sun goes down tomorrow without my permission."
'No problem! Isn't it just one day without talking? It's no big deal.
Kanaya bounced the coin high and clasped the falling coin on the back of his hand.
"The idol! Ernest offered his guess, then waited nervously for the answer.
Janaya opened his hand, and Euphimia looked at it, then gloated, "Ha ha, Ernest, you lost! It's a hexagram!"
'Come again! Looks like he won't stop until he gets his money!
"If you lose again, you will be unable to speak freely for another day."
'Good!
From time to time in the setting sun came the sound of Ernest's cheers and wails.
After returning to the hotel, I could not help but be nagged by Uncle Singh who had come back. Without Kanaya's orders, they all tacitly did not say anything about buying at the underground exchange, only that they had gone to the shop street to help Asimelech choose his scabbard. Joking, if they go to the underground exchange this thing is known by Uncle Singh, then I am afraid that everyone can not sleep all night, will be nagged by uncle for a whole night. Uncle Singh's nagging is really terrible!
He endured about two hours of "torture" before he was relieved.
"Hurry to eat and sleep, I have to go to the college tomorrow morning to register."
There was no need for him to urge, as soon as he heard that he could go, everyone immediately ran away without a trace, one ran faster than one, for fear that the uncle would regret, and catch them to receive "education".