When I think of red crystals, I can't help but think of black crystals that look similar to them, but feel completely different.

"Black crystals, you say?" The High Priest shook his head: "There are too many types and records of black crystalline ores on the Zephyr Continent, and in the absence of physical objects, it is difficult for me to say which one you are referring to." ”

"That black crystal melts into my left arm," I thought for a moment, adding, "like ice melting into the silt." ”

"Well, you made it so clear, I can imagine the state of dissolution, it's just," she shook her head again, "and I still can't tell what it is. ”

"That's a shame," I sighed in disappointment.

"If you can still find something like that, bring it over and I'll help you identify it."

It seemed like only one of those very powerful and weird-behaving monsters would burst out, but those monsters were so rare that I didn't even know where to encounter them.

Moreover, the last time I bought that black crystal because I was deceived, speaking of which, the dwarven liar who sold me the black crystal is really hateful!

Huh?

That's right!

Dwarven liars!

I remember the last time I was deceived by him, in his slightly open pocket, I still vaguely saw the peculiar luster that only black crystals could reflect.

In other words, he doesn't just sell my piece of black crystal!

Thinking of this, I smiled comfortably: as long as I find him, if I find that dwarven liar, I will be able to obtain the black crystal again, and as long as I have the black crystal, I can ask the high priest to help me determine what it is.

The matter of the black crystal was put aside for the time being, and I asked the high priest, "High Priest, do you know the origin of the great sword I used?" ”

Actually, the Great Taidao had told me its origin before, and I still have a clear impression of its words, but I still decided to ask the High Priest again, mainly because I really couldn't believe that every word of the Great Taidao was true, especially the statement that it was forged from more than 300 knives, which made me feel even more suspenseful.

"That big knife of yours?" The High Priest said softly, and seeing me nodding, she caressed the Eye of Light, and looked up again at the dark ceiling.

It's a familiar move to me, she's just done it once, and it's one with the Eye of Light.

After a long time, the high priest slowly lowered her head, removed her hand from the Eye of Light, sorted out her thoughts, and said: "Your great sword is from the same origin as yours, you are not from this world, the difference is that you only have your soul here, and it is the soul and body that have come here together. ”

"Well," I said, "can you see who made it?" ”

"I can't see" the high priest shook his head: "Your sword is the same as yours, your future is vague, the difference is that your future is completely blurred, while its future has a clear figure always by its side, and that figure is you." ”

"Nani?" I looked confused: "In other words, I will never be able to get rid of this big sword?" ”

"Yes," said the high priest, "why is your expression so surprised, are you not satisfied with your sword?" ”

"Would you be satisfied if your Eye of Light was also a weapon with a soul and a constant chatter?"

"Of course," the high priest said with a solemn expression: "This is a treasure given to me by my lord, looking at it is like seeing my lord, no matter what it becomes, I will worship it religiously and use it cherished." ”

Well, understandably, the situation is different, the beliefs are different.

You worship the person who gave you the eye of light as a god, but I'm different, I have nothing to do with the owner of the Great Sword, or its forger, in this case, I definitely don't believe in it, worship it, or cherish it, and besides, it not only chatters, but also often complains about me mercilessly!

"Although my eyes cannot see your future and nature," said the High Priest, "but I can be sure that this great sword is no ordinary blade, and perhaps one day, it will play a key role. ”

I casually asked, "How critical is it?" ”

"Decide everything."

I was shocked to hear this, and decided everything, just it?

Well, I'll admit, it does have a lot of other things, such as the fact that it can change its weight, such as the fact that it is sturdy and does not require maintenance until now, and its sharpness is unquestionable, and the fact that it is made of a special material that is easy to clean, whether it is stained with blood or the juice of a carrion golem, as long as you wipe it with a rag, it will be clean immediately.

In addition to these, it is only left with the feature of endless complaints, and it seems that only I can hear its complaints, and it has no effect on others.

Hehe.

I smiled dryly: this key role should not be to use spit to drive me crazy, right?

Since the high priest said that she couldn't see the matter of the Great Taidao clearly, it would be useless for me to ask any more questions related to it.

However, judging by the look on Cagalli's face and the tone of her voice that I had seen before I came here, the chances of seeing and being able to talk to the High Priest were infinitely equivalent to the possibility of having diarrhea in all of your opponent's opponents during the round of 20 of the Japanese Wind Championship.

So, I decided to sit a little longer and think hard about what else I could talk about.

Thinking about it, it really reminds me of the topic of the depths of the Elven Forest, the hidden ancient tombs, and what wonderful things lie in this vast ocean.

With my thoughts straightened out, I asked the first question first: "High Priestess, do you know the depths of the Elven Forest?" ”

The High Priest shook his head: "I don't understand. ”

I'll go, and the answer is too crisp and neat, right, just three words to directly solve the problem I thought about and meditated? No, should I say that it was refused?

Just as I was about to go crazy, the High Priest continued, "Although I originated from Moonlight City, the depths of the Elven Forest have always been called the forbidden land of Moonlight City, and although it is called a forbidden place, it is rarely guarded by guards. ”

"Why?" I asked cooperatively.

"Because in the depths of the Elven Forest, there are countless monsters that have been driven there in ancient times," said the high priest, "It is rumored that the strength of those monsters is very terrifying, and even surpasses the existence of legendary heroes. ”

"Is that awesome?" I couldn't help but say, "Then why don't they leave the depths of the Elven Forest and occupy Moonlight City or even the entire Zephyr Continent?" ”

"That's because they don't dare," said the high priest, smiling, "and they're still on the verge of fear, of terror." ”

"What is it that makes that being feel terrifying?" I couldn't help but blurt out.

"It's the breath of those who once drove them away," the High Priest muttered for a moment, then slowly, "and the smell of the bloodline that terrifies them. ”

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