As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

The old prime minister didn't touch the metal with his hands.

Instead, William Jones put it on the table, took out a magic lens and observed it for a while:

"But there seems to be a faint fluctuation on it, which feels very sacred."

"—Let's make an offer."

He put away the magic lens, turned to the silver-haired girl and said:

"Gold coins, real estate, calligraphy and painting, magic props, gems, various relics...anything is fine, I want you to transfer this stone to me, and I can do it at any cost."

Having said that, he stared into the eyes of the silver-haired girl, and repeated a sentence sinisterly:

"At all costs."

There is an unquestionable tone in this sentence, and there is also a hidden threat.

"..."

The silver-haired girl put the sword back into the sheath and bowed her head in silence.

She seemed to be thinking about the proposal, and the pros and cons of it.

The old prime minister did not urge her, but gestured to William Jones.

The latter immediately took the fat businessman out politely, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Christopher Benson leaned back in his chair in a comfortable position, quietly waiting for her reply.

"I must make one point."

After about a minute, the silver-haired girl said slowly:

"I don't know much about it either."

She raised her head and looked at the old prime minister without giving in:

"I can give it to you, but I don't guarantee that it will have the effect you want."

"—and one more thing to say first." She added:

"The energy contained in this meteorite is quite weak. No one knows how many swords it can enchant. Maybe it will fail after one or two uses."

"But no matter how many times it can be used, you can't make trouble with me and Calvin, or take back what has been promised."

"Of course."

The old prime minister's wrinkled face stretched out:

"There are always losses and gains in business... I understood this truth before I became the prime minister, and now I deeply understand it."

"very good."

The silver-haired girl sat on her seat again, raised one leg and said:

"Then let's talk about the business."

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……

"yeah--!"

After Christopher and William Jones left, the silver-haired girl and the white ball clapped high-fives in the air.

Said it was a high five, but in fact she just patted the other party, after all, the little guy has no hands.

"This old fox, I heard that he has never suffered a disadvantage. Didn't he drink the old lady's footwashing water today!"

She crossed her arms across her chest and laughed triumphantly:

"A magic crystal mine, a large amount of cash, and a promise from the Benson family... No matter how we calculate it, we have made a lot of money."

"—I made a lot of money! I made a lot of money!"

The white ball flew around her a few times, yelling as it flew.

"Speaking of which, it's time to give you a name."

The silver-haired girl walked to the chair and sat down.

Then looked at it and murmured:

"By the way, can you only appear with this appearance? It always looks weird."

A ball follows her, bouncing around in front of her all day, which occasionally makes her have an evil association, such as the ○ egg that many toy lovers carry with them.

"I have a chance to change my shape, Master."

The white ball flew to her head and rubbed against her cheek:

"I can use it after you give me an official name...but it will be permanently fixed after the change is completed, and it can never be changed back."

Chapter 81 The little guy transforms!

"Wait a minute, let me think about it."

The silver-haired girl frowned:

——She has named cancer.

When I used to play games, I would waste half a day trying to figure out a better game ID.

There is also face pinching. It takes at least 4 hours to build an image of a virtual character, and I don’t stop until I think it is perfect.

After thinking about it, her eyes moved to a book.

It was a book of basic spells, and most anyone interested in magic would buy one in Poultin.

There are no magic secrets in it, and it can only be regarded as a popular science book at best, recording quite a lot of basic knowledge and some common magic runes.

"Since you like to absorb magical energy, then give it a name related to magic."

She went over and took down the book called "On the Self-cultivation of Magicians", and opened it to look for it.

"How about choosing a better name for the spell?"

"Forget it, I feel a little LOW."

"How about choosing the name of a famous magician? Like Merlin or something."

"It's not good, it's a bit weird...and many famous magicians are men, not suitable for little ones at all."

Later, she turned to a page full of strange-shaped runes.

"—Master, master, these are ancient characters, I can read them!"

The white ball flew to that page and rolled around on it.

"You? Do you still know magic?"

The silver-haired girl asked curiously.

"Well, I don't really understand it, it's just that I remembered some information when I saw them."

The white ball answered:

"For example, this text is Nian--, this one is Nian--, and the next one is..."

It read out several magic runes.

Strange things happened.

As it was recited, several flashing symbols gradually appeared in the air.

They revealed different colors respectively, and they began to wrinkle and glow in front of the silver-haired girl's eyes!

"How is this going?"

Someone was startled and stood up hastily.

"These are some basic runes, master."

The white ball ran to her side and replied as if asking for credit:

"They represent a kind of magic attribute respectively. I seem to have activated them by accident just now."

"I also know this, these should be fire, water, wind, thunder, earth, darkness..."

The silver-haired girl counted the runes she knew.

After counting, a sudden inspiration popped up in my heart!

"Can you read the pronunciation of these runes again for me?"

Her eyes lit up, and she asked the white ball.

"Okay, master."

According to her order, Yuanqiu recited all the runes once.

Strange to say.

These seemingly unconnected runes came together to form a beautiful syllable!

If these syllables are connected in series, a pleasant sound is finally formed.

"Forestia..."

The silver-haired girl read softly:

"This pronunciation is used as a human name, and it feels pretty good."

"However, it seems a little longer."

Then she shook her head regretfully:

"It's quite inconvenient to call, so let's keep it for now... Let's think of something else."

This naming process lasted an entire afternoon.

It wasn't until a servant invited her over to dinner that the little guy's name was finally confirmed.

"Decided!"