You and me under the world tree

But, the problem is that thing.

"Excuse me, what is this container?"

At this moment, Studus couldn't help frowning.

And his slightly hesitant attitude was within Hodder's expectation.

Rather, he is calm now.

Because now he is completely at the level of being blind in both eyes.

There was a complete fog in front of him, because he knew nothing about it.

Being able to calm down in the face of the unknown is a commendable thing in itself.

What's more, this is Studas.

That Herme Stodtas, who was famous for his bad temper.

Although he is usually careless and even likes to be careless, he can calm down and think at critical moments.

Therefore, Huo De's evaluation of him has improved a lot.

After all, to be honest, because of his lack of contact with him, most of Hodder's impressions of Studus remain in his wild posture and Siegfried's previous descriptions.

This guy is the one who can stuff stinky cheese and over-fermented canned fish into his mouth!

Unknowingly, Hodder's thoughts diverged a little.

Fortunately, Studus is now bowing his head.

Moreover, he didn't know what the seemingly unpredictable man in front of him was thinking.

Otherwise, I don't know to what extent the image of the unfathomable wise man that he has built in his heart will collapse.

"Container or something, this kind of thing doesn't really matter much, and the only requirement is that it is strong enough."

Howard said.

"This is similar to the principle of the enchanted weapon inscribed with runes. You are from Gitland. I think you should have a certain understanding of this."

Does Gitland necessarily know about such things?

This is inevitable.

Because who let Gitland have a large number of enchanted weapons?

Once upon a time, the legendary elven blacksmith who had studied in the kingdom of dwarves worked in the Kingdom of Gitland for some reason.

At that time, he not only created a series of military uniforms to arm the warriors of the Gitland Kingdom, but also trained a group of forging apprentices who had a certain understanding of magic.

Regardless of where those blacksmith apprentices are working now, at least there should be a large number of magic weapons in King Gitland's current treasure house.

But here is another small problem.

"I've never been interested in magic before."

Yes, Studus is a pure fighter.

Although he has been exposed to magic, because his father Otwal himself knows a little bit of magic.

However, he didn't have much interest in it.

He favors weapons, shields, and spears.

He likes to ride around on a war horse.

He likes to draw the bow and draw the arrow.

On the contrary, he didn't care about the kind of understanding and wisdom that the wizard talked about.

And this early result is only one.

"I don't know much about magic. As for those weapons... To be honest, I just think it's easy to use."

"It's okay if you don't understand."

Anyway, Hodder is used to people like Studus.

After all, he and Siegfried are kind of people to some extent.

No wonder he was able to play with Siegfried when he was traveling incognito.

"At least, you should understand, right? Some weapons will completely collapse if you use too much force. The reason is the same. No matter what the so-called container is, it must have the ability to carry your curse."

Even if you are not a wizard, you should be able to understand what Hodder said.

Studus is not a stupid pig either.

However, after understanding Hodder's words, another problem was revealed.

"What kind of thing can bear a curse."

"Things that can bear magic can theoretically bear curses. It's just that the inscribed runes are different. However, even the most inferior magic war blades will cause damage at the magic level due to fragmentation."

At this moment, Hodder picked up the water glass in his hand.

I don't know if it's Studas' own illusion.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of a collision.

It seemed that something in the sage's hand lightly hit the water glass.

The voice is a little crisp, but a little dull.

But soon, this kind of messy guess was thrown out of his mind.

At this moment, he only cares about one thing.

"So, weapons are not suitable?"

"It's quite inappropriate, because the curse of the evil dragon is one with you. If the curse is completely dissipated, it will only return to your body and continue to tear at your rationality."

Then, a smile caught Studus' eyes.

"I think that kind of feeling should be something you absolutely don't want to experience again."

At this moment, Studus couldn't help shivering instinctively.

He has already felt it, so he has this instinctive rejection.

And just as the sage said, he no longer wants to experience such troublesome things.

"The smaller the better, the easier it is to carry close to the body, the better... Naturally, the better the carrier, the better."

Having said that, Huode slowly drank his tea.

He had said almost everything he had to say, and the next thing was to see what Studas thought.

"I understand."

"Prepare the materials and send them here. I'll help you build what you want, but it's also fine if you have a blacksmith you know."

"..."

Studus' breathing became short of breath.

It can be seen that he obviously has other things to say.

But in the end, he just bowed his head deeply.

"Thank you."

For a moment, words seemed to be powerless.

Because this is no less than a life-saving grace.

He befriended the descendants of the Volsung clan, and was now rescued by the sages of the Volsung clan.

And with his personality, it is impossible not to reciprocate such kindness.

"In the future, as long as it doesn't involve Gothic and Gitland, I'm obliged!"

To this, the sage just waved his hand.

"Okay, I don't need you to do anything."

Huo De got up slowly, his tea had been finished.

"If you still have questions about other things, go to the palace. For other things, you can think about what you want to say."

He seemed to have something to say.

For a moment, Studus even forgot to think about other things.

At this moment, he just stared at his back in a daze.

"Your Majesty the Sage?"

"Cursing something like this is not easy. Ordinary wizards can't do this kind of thing."

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The second watch is over.

Chapter 9: Inducing, Controlling

Finally, Studus left the small estate where the sage lived.

It may be because of just waking up, Studus' body is obviously a little unwell.

Even if he was able to walk, his steps were extremely flimsy.

But these are not important.

The sluggishness and weakness of the body can be adjusted by self-cultivation, and Studas' self-cultivation is more simple and rude.

Just eat, sleep, and exercise.

This is the prerogative of young people.

As long as there are no injuries that are too serious and easy to leave the root of the disease, the little bit of dullness and weakness can be recovered by relying on time.

Compared with these, what makes Studus feel more irritated now is another thing.

curse……

In the end, everything seemed to come right back to square one.

The only difference is that now he no longer has to worry about the side effects of the dragon curse in his body.

According to the sage, he only needs to collect the raw materials that can be used to make containers.

But even so, Studus felt that he couldn't ignore this 'curse' directly.

Because not everyone can cast a curse.

And the person who cursed him was the legendary Son of God.

Etzel of Hungary.

His every move is extremely proud, and he claims to be the whip of God, which symbolizes the punishment of the gods on the world.

So, does the curse he cast on himself signify the intention of the high gods?

If this curse was really a punishment from the gods of the upper realm, then what kind of mistake did he make?

He was just following the orders of the Highness he was loyal to, blocking and intercepting the Hungarian army on the Danish border.

Is he going to be 'punished' just because of these things?

Or was it just because he stood in front of the so-called son of the god king, the so-called chosen warrior?

Originally, Studus didn't want to think about these messy things at all.

Because in a way, these things are too far away from his life.

As the prince of Gitland, his life was extremely simple.