Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 46 Guntar II (1)

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

"Just one eye, boy, and you have a left eye to give you light," said Uncle Beldan.

"I can't even see the enemy on my right now, uncle!" Guntar said excitedly. "I am a knight, an amber knight! I can't lose my eyes!"

The doctor couldn't save his eyes, so he dug out the damaged part with a knife, 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 barely hold him down in severe pain.

His amber eyes, Guntar thought.He was born different, he was the hope of his parents.He is only 22 years old, and he just wants to start his own adventure and compete for his own glory.

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

"I can feel your grief, child." Uncle Beldan put his callused hand on his, "But what is lost cannot be regained. The sooner you accept this fact, the better."

Guntar's eyes turned sore, "I know, uncle, but I... I'm not reconciled!"

He knew it was useless to complain to his uncle, but he didn't want to keep the feeling inside.

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

After finishing speaking, the uncle let go of him slowly, and picked up a long stick wrapped in cloth from the side of the bed.

"What is this?" Guntar asked.

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

"A sword?"

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

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

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

Uncle Beldan said with a chuckle: "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," insisted Uncle Beldan, "your previous sword is not as good as mine."

Guntar took the long sword and held it in his hand, which was heavier than expected.

"It's a fine sword, does it have a name?" Guntar asked.

"No, I don't give my sword a name. But now that it's yours, you can give him the first name," said the uncle.

"I've made up my mind." Guntar said, stroking the blade of the sword.

"So fast?"

Guntar nodded, "'Eyes'."

Uncle Beldan was stunned for a while, and asked, "May I ask why you chose this name?"

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

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

"It's a good meaning," said Uncle Beldan, "I regret not giving it a name."

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

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

After all, both of them laughed.

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

"Hey, where are there so many stories to tell? What do you want to hear about?" Uncle pretended to be reluctant to say.

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

Uncle Beldan looked at the bed and thought about it, and said slowly: "The Musors are good at fighting, and when people mention them, they usually think of the champion warriors under every prince.

They know a variety of weapons, including melee weapons such as spears, machetes, whips, and tridents, as well as fancy throwing objects. Some of the things they throw out can make a loud noise to scare you, and some can be released to make you jump. Nauseous smoke, some can explode...

But the toughest opponent I have ever met is not their champion warrior, but a prince of the city. "

"A prince?" asked Guntar.

"Elton Radmore," the uncle replied, "he was the prince of Aqui City at that time. Although the princes between the cities in the Musor Kingdom usually ignored each other, when we went south, all the princes The Princes are all united against the armies of Ataginu 'Hammer'."

"Did you win?" Guntar was not interested in the empire's southward march, he just wanted to know if his uncle had defeated the prince named Elton Redmore.

"I won, but only by a very small margin." Uncle Beldan nodded, "He used a five-foot-long trident, which suppressed me so much that I couldn't catch it at the beginning of the battle.

There is also a hook on the tip of his halberd, if you are accidentally caught by the sword by him, he will kill you.

But there is a problem with this weapon, that is, he has to hold it with two hands.My sword is shorter, but I can wield it with one hand.

So I deliberately sold a loophole, let him pull into the distance with me, put my left hand against the handle of his halberd, and then cut his neck with a sword with 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 towards the door, and Lord Alowin, who stopped the guard before, was standing at the door.He was dressed in a rich green silk gown, with a silver key hanging from his chest.

No wonder the guard Gozolon called him "the one without a beard". He really didn't even have a beard on his face.

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

"I asked the page boy before I came in, and he said you were in the room, hope I didn't disturb you," Allowin said.

"Not at all, thank you for your help in the square." Uncle Beldan thanked.

"Gozolon Klotar is a dog in need of discipline, Master Beldan," said Allowin. "I did what I had to do."

Seeing Guntar struggling to get off the bed and standing up to thank himself, Arlovin said, "Young man, don't force yourself."

(End of this chapter)