Otherworld Light Brain

Chapter 15: the secret of blacksmith

Following Vylon into the inner room, he took out a thick and heavy box. After three months together, of course, Sean knew what was in the box. There are all the things that Vylon is proud of building in these decades, but most of them are weapons, and there is basically no sales in this manor. After flipping in the box for a moment, Vylon finally took out a short sword, several pieces of dark iron and a small white box. "Sean, look at the sword. How do you feel?" Sean held the dagger in his hand, gently waved it, watched it carefully for a while, and finally found that the handle of the sword was too long, even the handle of the two handed sword used by the knight didn't seem to be that long. Surprised, he raised his head. Is that why Vylon is going to put it in the big box? It seems to see Sean's doubts. Vylon took the dagger, held the back end of the hilt with both hands, turned hard, and listened to a sound. One piece of the back end of the hilt had been detached. Sean was surprised at the back end of the hilt. There was a round hole which was not too big. It seemed that it was used to place something. Although I don't know what to put here, Sean already knows why the hilt is so long. "This sword was handed to me by my teacher before he died." Vylon's tone has too many memories. Sean's eyes were full of admiration. Although he didn't know what to admire, he still knew what kind of gesture he should show in this case to get more popular with the blacksmith at his real age. "It's a magic sword." Xiao Engang wanted to open his mouth to offer two compliments. He heard this sentence. He was shocked and almost broke his tongue on the spot. "Teacher, what did you... Say?" "Hey, it's a magic sword. You're surprised, aren't you?" Sean was shocked. It was the first time he saw the so-called magic sword. In this world, there are knights and samurai. He has seen a lot. But the magician seems to appear only in the ancient legend. At least until he was nine years old, he didn't really see such a person. "My teacher's teacher's teacher's teacher is a famous blacksmith. Before he was born, he had a good friend of a magician. They cooperated with each other and created many magic instruments, even in the whole empire." Xiao Enxiang listens like a story. Your teacher's teacher's teacher's teacher, it's such a distant era. But if he is a blacksmith, it is possible. No matter what career it is, only when it reaches the real peak can it add a word of teacher. To be a blacksmith, even a junior one, is enough to live a luxurious life. Looking at the dagger in Vylon's hand and his devout attitude, Sean finally believed it. "Teacher, how should this magic sword be used?" Vylon opened the small box beside him, there were three small round beads of different colors in it. When Xiao Enyi saw the three small round beads, he was moved. I don't know why, he felt that there was a mysterious power in the three beads. "Sean, what's the matter with you?" "Teacher, I have a strange feeling about these three little beads," Sean said subconsciously. "What?" Vylon's eyes suddenly opened, and he asked in surprise: "can you feel the difference between them?" "It seems that it is." although Sean had some regrets in his heart, at the moment, he had to be tough to tell the truth. Vylon murmured a few words, and finally said: "Sean, maybe this thing really belongs to you." he twisted a white bead with his hand, and said: "these three beads are the magic core obtained from the body of Warcraft. As long as you put them in the magic sword, you can use its super power." Saying that, Vylon put the bead in his hand into the cavity at the back of the hilt, and then he closed it. Judging from his skillful movements, it's certain that he didn't do such things less in ordinary times. There was a surprise light in Sean's eyes. He was staring at the dagger, but after a long time, there was still no movement. "Teacher." "Yes?" "This sword..." "What's the matter." "It didn't move." "This sword is originally broken, of course, there is no movement." Sean's eyes suddenly opened and he choked at the throat and almost didn't breathe. Since it's a bad sword, you should put a valuable magic core on it. It's not intentional to deceive people. Vylon didn't notice Sean's expression. He fondly touched the dagger. After a long time, he finally took off the magic core in the hilt and put it back in the small box. He said: "since my master passed away, his magician friend has also left. But before he left, he left a magic book, saying that it's about the way to forge magic goods. Unfortunately, my teacher and I can't understand it. But the teacher told me before he died that he would pass the magic sword and these things to the most promising disciple, and maybe he could let the grandmaster's prestige reappear in the future." Sean's expression was moving. At the moment, of course, he understood what Villon meant, so he said: "teacher, brother Ed also works hard, and he has been with you for twelve years." "I know, but his talent is not good, and he has seen it, but he has no feeling at all." Vylon sighed: "anyway, you still have a feeling, let's take it to study." Sean replied respectfully, and took a broken magic sword, a small box with three magic cores, and several dark iron pieces. Looking at those pieces of iron, Sean's heart filled with a bad premonition: "teacher, the magic book you said is not like this." Vylon's face was full of unexplained surprise, and he said: "Sean, it's the most correct thing to give you these things. That's right, this is the Magic Book handed down by the magician, and even you can feel it. It's really wonderful." Sean couldn't laugh or cry at Vylon. He didn't feel it, but guessed it.