the last magic noble

Chapter 50 The Secret in the Box
In the dream, the wailing of the hellfire phoenix sprinkled in my mind like a box of sewing needles from far and near, which made me extremely painful.In my dream, I heard the familiar and old voice again: "Take up the sword, Hummer, take him, we will be unstoppable, and you will be unstoppable." The sword of Mordred said in the voice Appeared in front of me after the end.

I obviously left it at Hurley's house, no, this is a dream.

But Laura's voice came again: "Hummer, you killed my father, it was you." I knelt on the ground in pain, feeling extremely guilty.Kill myself, if this is a dream, then let me wake up quickly.Thinking of this, I suddenly pulled out the Mordred sword in front of me, and prepared to stab it into my chest.Just as I was gritting my teeth and closing my eyes, a pair of hands pulled me out of the darkness from behind.

With a "gudong", I touched my sore nose, sat up, opened my eyes and looked for a long time before I realized that I was sitting on the ground of a new house in Eldo Village.

"Yo, this dream was good, I almost returned to God's embrace." A familiar voice sounded.No need to ask, it must be the bald old man who is gloating at this time.

Gaines lay down next to me, looked up at me, and said, "Son, you have a wonderful dream."

Just waking up from a nightmare, I said feebly, "Thanks, old man."

Gaines hummed in satisfaction, and then whispered: "I said, brat, without me this time, you are really caught in the devil's whisper."

Devil whispers?Isn't this a long time ago?I felt strange: "Old ancestor, what do you mean? The Hellfire Phoenix is ​​now sealed by Dale Hurley, and I don't have the sword of Mordred with me. Where did the whispers of the devil come from??"

Gaines looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, then said: "I think, it should be that you have used the power of Mordred's sword and hellfire phoenix many times to let their elemental power flow and circulate in your body, and finally in your body. What's left in you is part of their power, in other words, now you're part of them."

"..." I was speechless, now my head was swollen and my nose was sore, but I always felt that it was getting more and more mysterious.

Seeing that I didn't believe it, Gaines asked me a question that I had been ignoring all the time: "Little brat, haven't you ever wondered how I got out this time?"

"You? Don't you always come out?" I rubbed my nose and said angrily.

"Tch, how could I have such a stupid offspring like you." Gaines sat up angrily: "Since I was sealed into your body by Mordred's sword, I can only accept your summon to appear , because in a sense, you are my cage, and I have always been trapped in your body by your original power. But this time, I found that your own original power has been so weak that it has almost died out, which bothers me The cage is gone, and I didn’t just disappear and appear in your body at will. I can also spy on your dreams and save your life by the way.”

I clenched my fist and shook it in front of my eyes. Although I didn't quite understand Gaines' theory, I probably understood the dire situation right now.Gaines continued: "Henmer, you can't seal any power in your body now, because your original power has been gradually eroded by Hellfire Phoenix and Mordred's Sword. Unless you learn to transform these two powers into For your own ability, it can also be said that this is your only choice right now."

Gain paused and said in a low voice: "Henmer, what you saw in the dream just now is not an illusion. Those are the embodiment of the power of the hellfire phoenix and Mordred's sword in your body."

"Really, come again, since they are in my body, isn't it a good thing?!" I was too lazy to use my brain, and leaned against the bed with my eyes closed.

Gaines probably wanted to say something, but didn't say anything more, snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Dong dong dong, there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. It was Sival who was followed by two people, carrying a big iron box.I hurriedly let them in, and after the box was put down, Sival led the two away and brought the oil lamp to the side of the box. I felt strange looking at such a big box.

While opening the box, Sival said: "Mr. Hemmer, this box has been handed down from our family. It was made by my ancestors with ore from Metmont Mountain. I am exhausted." Sival took a few breaths. Gas, and then began to fumble for the lock.

Curiously, I squatted next to Sival and listened to what he told me about the box.

This iron box is the place where the blacksmiths of Metmont Mountain store their tools, works and other materials. Every famous blacksmith at the foot of the Metmont Mountain has a box like this, and there are patterns carved by themselves on the side of the box.In order to prevent the box from being damaged when it is handed down to future generations, each blacksmith will melt a layer of other corrosion-resistant metals and pour it on the box before his death. This can not only effectively prevent the erosion of the years, but also protect the contents of the box.

The box of Silval Ambrose’s house is made of silver-like metal as a whole, but a row of organs are delicately made at the joints, which makes me have to admire the ingenious craftsmanship of his ancestors.

It seems that it will take a while for Sival to open this box, and I observe this box up and down.The surroundings of the box are uneven. If you look closely, you can see the heads of carved people. Even in the sun, you may not be able to see it. What's more, it is night and we only have oil lamps. It's easy to miss.Passing Sival aside, I found a carbon block, pounded it into fine carbon powder, mixed it with water, and spread it on the box. Then I took a piece of paper and lightly covered the front of the box, blowing it back and forth with my mouth. After a long time, I basically removed the engraving plate on the box, and used the same method to remove all the top, bottom, left, and right sides of the box, spread it on the table, and looked carefully.On the top of the box is a messy pattern of metal holes. Although the surrounding engravings are no longer clear, they can still be barely recognized. After combining back and forth, it is a very long engraving.In the picture, a powerful man is swinging a hammer and beating some kind of weapon. There are thirteen people standing in front of him. The leader is wearing a crown, followed by twelve followers.

At this time, Sival also came over. After watching for a while, he counted the number of people above, and said strangely: "This seems to be a story about my ancestors making weapons and armor for King Arthur and his knights of the round table."

I followed Sival's instructions and looked over carefully. Indeed, King Arthur and the other eleven people were holding swords. Only a curly-haired knight beside King Arthur had no weapon in his hand. Although the face could not be seen clearly, this person was still revealed in the painting. A desire for the weapon the blacksmith is forging.

"Wait, this weapon." Sival's face was almost stuck on the paper.

"What happened to this weapon?"

"Look, why is the sword being forged in my ancestor's hand so similar to the sword you held in your hand before?"

What Sival said flashed through my mind like a shooting star. I quickly took the painting over and looked at it carefully, and asked while looking at it, "Sival, are you sure?"

He patted his head proudly, and said triumphantly: "Of course, Mr. Hummer, the iron weapons, armors, etc. inherited from our Abros family, just take a look at them! Once you see them, you will never forget them! Listen to me My father said that my ancestors did not need to draw sketches when making weapons, armour, staffs, etc., and they were done in one go without any mistakes."

(End of this chapter)