Chapter 945: Loss and Reason
Dewey didn't answer me immediately, but said in a puzzled tone: "What do you want to do, and you don't use a sword?" β
I told him the ins and outs of the matter, and Dewey listened to it, muttered for a moment, and said, "To tell you the truth, Claude's rapier is indeed in Vicky Castle, but I can't hand it over to you." Bayi Chinese Network ?(1)."
"There's a problem, isn't it?"
"It's not a bitterness," Dewey said, "because the meaning of that rapier is important." β
"I don't understand, what is the point of a rapier, which is neither a magic weapon nor an enchanted weapon?"
"It represents the dwarven master Claude's highest attainment in general weaponry."
"The highest attainment?" I was amazed, "Is he dead?" β
"I don't think he's dead."
"Since you didn't die, it's still very likely that you will forge a better sword in the future."
"It's possible, but it's unlikely" Dewey's tone was a little low, and he seemed sad.
"What's wrong, why did it suddenly become so heavy?" I wondered, "Isn't that person able to continue forging weapons for some bad reason?" β
"Yes," said Dewey, "there are some reasons, but I don't want to say it now, and I'll tell you when you have time to come to Vicky Castle." β
This is unfortunate news...... Claude's rapier is estimated to be unavailable, but I still have a question to ask Princess Anaryta, and the key to the question is on this rapette, I took the call crystal, began to think about it, and after thinking about it, I came up with an idea: "Do you sell a high-imitation version of Claude's rapier there?" β
"You mean fakes?" Dewey asked.
"Hmm."
"Unfortunately, there are no fakes of Master Claude's weapons."
"Huh? Why? I wondered.
"Because he is alive," Dewey said, "the work of any living master is not allowed to be faked, it is a pact between the dwarves and several other races." β
"Ah...... It's not easy to do," I said distressedly, "I really can't get it, I can't let it be fake." β
"I can't do anything about this," Dewey said, "and it's up to you." β
Then, he hung up the call crystal.
I walked around the door of Princess Anarita's room several times, finally sighed, pushed the door open and walked in.
Princess Anarytta had a smile on her face, she seemed to be in a good mood, and as soon as I entered the door, and before I had taken a few steps, she couldn't wait to say, "When will Claude's rapier be delivered?" β
I sighed, "I'm sorry, princess, but Claude can't get his hands on his rapier. β
"Why?" The smile on Princess Anarita's face froze: "You should be able to, I remember that you have a good relationship with Master Dewey." β
"A good relationship doesn't mean there is no bottom line, princess" I sighed again, and said: "The Claude rapier you want is of great significance to Vechburg, I originally planned to get you a high imitation fake to relieve your lovesickness, but unfortunately, Master Claude is still alive, and the works of living masters are not allowed to be imitated." β
Princess Anarita's expression began to change to that of a lost one, as if she really wanted to get her hands on the rappier.
If she were my fiancΓ©e, I would have to steal it from her, but she's not, and that's a lot less to me.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Princess Anarita's lost expression, she couldn't answer my question, really, it wasted a lot of my time.
Thinking of this, I pursed my lips, stood up, and walked towards the door.
When I was about to reach the door, Princess Anarita suddenly stopped me: "Tell me about your problem." β
"Huh?" I turned to look at her, "I don't have Claude's rapier to pay you." β
"I didn't say I would answer your question, I just wanted to hear it."
"Okay" shrugged, I walked back in, sat down in my chair, and said to myself, "Just like I was the repeater, I pressed the dialback." β
"The question is this," I said, "what do you think of the burial ground?" β
Princess Anaryta's eyes suddenly widened, and she wondered, "Why are you asking this question?" β
"There's no reason, I just wanted to ask."
"No, it can't be!" Princess Analita said seriously: "If this is said by someone else, I may take it seriously, but you will definitely not!" β
"Why?" I was also puzzled: "I am also a human being, the same existence as other human beings, why do you think there is a problem when I say this?" β
"Because I know you!" The princess looked up and said, "Every word, even every word, every word you ask me is intentional!" You've always been like this! β
"Huh? Have I ever had one? "Scratching my head, I was already in a state of bewilderment.
"Now, even if there is, it's not a secret anyway, so it doesn't hurt to tell you why."
I told the story of the Moonlight City Imperial Tomb being attacked by monsters, and Princess Anarita's eyes widened even more round than just now: "No! It's really fake! It's also too ...... It's incredible! β
"yes, you think it's incredible, right......"
Before I could finish speaking, the princess interjected, "Yes, I really didn't expect that there are monsters in the world that are made of carrion and full of eyes!" β
Huh? The reason why you think it's incredible is this...... And not a traitor among the elves?
"Well, I said, princess, why do you have to be so strange about monsters? You've probably seen carrion golems before, the kind in the dungeon......"
"I've seen it," the princess said seriously, "but the monsters in the dungeon were created by the God of Creation, and the monsters in the Elven Forest are likely to grow naturally." β
"Absolutely impossible," I said solemnly, "that thing is completely out of the fabric of a creature, just a pile of rotten flesh." β
"That's why I think it's incredible."
Princess Anarita paid attention to these things, and it seems that my words tonight were in vain.
Leaving the chair and standing up, I was going to leave the room, and instead of asking an unreliable princess, it would be useful to lie down on the sand and think of a way to come.
Just as I was about to open the door and leave again, Princess Anarita said again: "I'm not interested in the burial ground, there are not only corpses but corpses, and there is a strange smell, a terrible smell, after smelling it once, I can't get rid of its effect on me for a long time, and even when eating, bathing, sleeping, etc., I seem to be able to smell that bad smell." β
I leaned against the gate and listened to Princess Anarita's words, lost in thought.
Princess Anaryta's words continued: "Actually, it's not just me, many elves are uncomfortable with that smell, and of course, there are a few elves who can resist or be immune to that smell. β
(End of chapter)